Rise of the Dark Alpha

Chapter 415 Stolen Moment

~ ZEV ~

It had been a helluva morning. The moment he appeared in the Courtyard the questions and requests for decisions began—especially since Sasha was spending most of her time trying to help the females. Zev soon discovered he couldn't make it two steps past one male before another appeared to take his place with yet another question. So he'd given up.

He took a seat on the wall again, just feet from Chet who had a pile of leathers and fabrics next to him that he was fashioning into bags.

First Zev got word that Nick was on the move to the cave. Then Lhars spoke into his head—and that was a huge relief. But it had left his body gripped with a strange kind of tension that made him snappish and irritated.

He needed to be near Sasha. But he knew she was already overwhelmed, and facing her own questions as Alpha, even while she tried to help the females. So he'd been unwilling to disturb her. But that tension in him only grew—until it drove him to his feet. And still he couldn't make it more than a few feet.

He wasn't sure what he'd thought he would do—go into the female hall again? Sasha would have his throat if he did. He just needed to be closer. But he'd only made it to the bottom of the stairs when the best scent in the world reached him on a breath, and he turned to find Sasha trotting down the stairs, surprised to see him so close, but apparently relieved, because she smiled when she saw him.

Ignoring the males surrounding him, Zev met her eyes and asked in her head, do you have a few minutes?

Her smiled broadened. It's almost lunchtime. I told them I'd be back in an hour.

Zev's heart raced and with a murmured apology to the males around him, he'd leaned through them to take her hand and dragged her out of there, across the courtyard—ignoring the cries of his name—and straight to their bed-chamber.

He'd picked her up as they passed through the door, kissed her while he kicked the door closed behind him, then thrown her onto the bed.

Sasha had laughed in surprise and pushed up on her elbows, but when he'd torn off his furs and landed on the bed with her, her brow furrowed.

"Are you okay, Zev?"

"I am now," he whispered, then took her mouth.

Now, sprawled on the furs in their bed-chamber, Sasha was laid out for him like a feast, her head back and body rippling under his. He couldn't even think straight, she was so beautiful. Zev arched into her and they both held their breath.

He'd only intended to play when he started this, to give them both a little joy in a difficult day. But at this point, he was all in. His resolve to simply spend some time with her relaxing and enjoying each other had gone out the window when she'd responded to him, as if she were as off-balance as him, and needed him to center her.

Their kiss had turned hot within seconds.

Now, as he moved within her, he was determined to take his time, but the way she stroked his back, the plumpness of her lip, swollen from his kisses, the heat in her eyes… she made him so hot, he was going to have to be careful.

Nipping her ear, he slid his hand down the back of her thigh until he reached the back of her knee, then cupped and pulled it up towards his hip. She thought he wanted her to lock it around his back, but he gave a little growl, then kept extending it, pulling her leg up almost to her chest and pinning her with his weight. When he thrust into her again the change in pressure and angle made them both cry out. And the little gasp she gave almost tipped him over the edge. But he gritted his teeth and pressed into her again.

His mouth was open and he drank her in with his eyes as he braced one elbow on the furs over her shoulder and cupped his other hand over her head.

Sasha braced on his bicep, arching to meet him, her cheeks flushed, as they start rolling together in this new kind of clinch. Small noises broke in her throat with every thrust. Feeling her undulate under him was incredible, and he worried he wouldn't be able to sustain until she found her release.

"That's… I really like that, Zev," she whispered breathlessly.

Pausing for a breath, he kissed her neck, then smiled. "Roll onto your side," he said, then nipped her ear again.

Sasha whimpered when he pulled out, but he pushed himself back onto his knees and kept stroking her body as she turned herself onto her side. "Don't worry," he said, his voice heavy with lust, "it'll be worth it."

She got herself on her side, then looked at him, curious. "Like this?"

He raked down the length of her with his eyes. Her eyes sparkling, cheeks and skin red with heat, her breasts pressed together by her arms and her knees bent to curve around his knee where he knelt.

He nodded and swallowed. "Yes, just like that. But straighten your bottom, leg," he rasped, groaning when she did as he'd instructed.

Then, still in a kneeling position, he straddled her lower leg, lifted her upper knee and hooked it around his hip, guiding himself into her. They both gasped as they came together in a whole new way.

Sasha fisted the furs to give herself purchase as he started to roll, using her thigh to pull her against him with each thrust. Sasha's mouth fell open.

"Oh… fuck, Zev. I… I love that," she whispered.

Breath rasping with need, he continued to rock into her, bracing on the furs behind her shoulder when it all became too much. Sasha was falling apart, her jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.

He could feel her climbing towards her climax and fought not to join him when she moaned and clenched around him, her entire body trembling, first rigid with the shock of pleasure, then loose as the wave passed and she was left breathless.

But Zev didn't give her time to recover. While she was still trembling, he pulled out again and quickly lifted her by her hips, pulling her up into his lap to straddle his thighs with her back to his chest. Sliding a shaking hand up to cup her breast, he positioned her hip and thrust back into her, and she cried out at the assault, her body clenching again.

She had nothing to hold onto, and at first she was scrambling, but then he wrapped both arms around her, cupping her breasts. "I've got you," he croaked. "Just relax, Sasha, I've got you."

With a small cry, she let herself slump back against him, raising her hands to grip his shoulders, arching back so her breasts were presented to him, bobbing and bouncing with every thrust.

Zev groaned.

Sasha was shaking and breathless, her limbs loose and her skin so pink. His wolf slavered for her. He needed more space or this would be over, and he wasn't ready for it to be over.

With a few whispered reassurances and his arms locked around her, he sat further back and straightened his legs so she straddled his hips, still facing away from him. Then he lay back, gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him as they rolled together.

At first, she rode him, but then with a cry, seeking another climax, she leaned forward, her hands on his shins and she gripped him, rubbing herself against him as they rocked together again, and again, and again.

She'd given herself over. Strange cries and moans broke from her throat with every roll.

The sight of her, watching himself enter her, coupled with the sounds she made were too much for him.

"Oh, shit, Sasha… I'm… shit—" He sat up so he could cup her breasts, playing the peaks with his fingers, then he opened his mouth on the back of her neck, over the claiming scars.

Sasha clenched around him and ground down, her head falling back so her hair splayed over her back. Then she went silent with the force of her orgasm, her body bearing down on him, embracing him.

Electricity exploded between them and his teeth pierced her skin again as he gave a guttural groan and came inside her. Biting and sucking at her skin, he couldn't stop pulling her closer. But Sasha just cried his name again and again, and suddenly the bond was alive, their hearts, spinning faster and faster, blood racing, as they rode out the pleasure together, her hands in his hair, holding him against her, back arched, as he gripped her and sucked at her skin until they both slumped and their panting breaths echoed in the chamber.