Rogue Alpha's Sweet Trap

Chapter 137: All of Him

When I was reduced to a servant, there were many things I thought I would no longer experience.

One of them was being kissed and touched by a mate whose heart only beats for me.

That was happening right now. Rion was kissing me like it had been all he wanted his whole life. His body was pressed on me, his scent all over my senses making me wild, and I felt our bond wrapping around us as if there was nothing in the world that could separate us.

His shallow kisses turned deep and my mind was in haywire. I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment but getting drunk on whatever he was offering me. My knees weakened, my pulse quickening with every flick of his tongue in my mouth, and I was throbbing between my legs with just a few touches.

He had lit my body on fire without any effort. And now I understood what being mates meant. Being so close like this... it felt like we had always been meant to be together. It was like finding the other half of myself.

"You are mine," he whispered as he kissed my neck. "Mine to mark. Mine to consume..."

My parted lips curled in satisfaction. I could see in his eyes how this was affecting him. It was like he had been dreaming of this for so long and yet realized that those dreams paled in comparison to reality.

When his lips lowered to my collarbone and I felt his hands roam around my body, my breathing hitched.

"We are in the study, we shouldn’t be-"

Shadows suddenly swallowed us whole and in just a fraction of a second we were no longer in the same place.

The room was unfamiliar, but it didn’t take me long to realize where we were. It was Rion’s bedroom. One of the few places in his big castle I hadn’t seen before.

"If you’re not ready," he said, his voice a little strained. His lips were half-open, looking at me like he was scared of something. "We can wait until the marking ceremony is done."

He gave my cheek feathery kisses, while his hand was on my back and the other on my nape. He couldn’t seem to stop himself.

"Are you sure you can wait?" I taunted. "I don’t think you can bear to part with me."

"I want you, but it doesn’t mean I won’t respect your wishes. You just accepted our bond; it’s alright if you still feel a bit of apprehension."

His voice was solemn and serious. I could see that he was sincere, and it warmed my heart.

Months ago, when I realized I was in Undercity, all I had wanted to do was leave and never come back.

Who would have thought that the day would come that I’d think of never leaving this place willingly? Because that’s exactly what I was thinking right now. I just wanted to have a peaceful life with Rion here, far from the trouble the aboveground offered.

"If you respect my wishes, then..." I said, my hand on his chest crawling its way to his nape as I pressed myself closer to him. "Keep kissing me."

The fire spread in Rion’s eyes. He raked my hair gently as he kissed me hungrily. I was drowned in it, and yet I couldn’t stop asking for more.

My body arched when his touch sent shivers down my spine. He pinned me on the wall, thrusting his tongue between my lips.

His hand pressed on my waist, the other pulling down the sleeves of the jacket I was wearing.

He seemed impatient, but his touches remained gentle as if he couldn’t afford to hurt me.

"I want all of you," he muttered while kissing my throat, his palm on my breast with his thumb on its peak.

He lifted my legs and made me wrap them around his hips, then kissed the valley of my breasts that were now exposed.

I moaned as my body arched when his hot mouth found its way to my nipple, kissing and sucking it while his hand squeezed the other. I felt feverish. I could hardly think straight.

He brought me to the bed and tore the remaining clothes off my body. His clothes were gone, and even with the room lit dimly, I could clearly see every rough edge of his perfectly sculpted body.

His hand covered my lower stomach as he kissed me below my breasts, his lips running down sensually.

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning.

"Let me hear you moan for me, Vivien. No need to be shy," he said with a low chuckle, looking into my eyes while his kisses reached my navel.

"I want you screaming for me while I savor you."

"I’m not a meal," I said in between breaths.

"You are my meal." He smirked, his sea-green eyes intense and hot as he moved his hands on my thighs, parting them the way he wanted.

When his eyes went between my legs, where I could feel myself soaking, they turned red for a moment.

His head dipped low and I felt his mouth on my wetness. I moaned his name so hard, and he seemed pleased by it. He sucked me down there so hard that I came so fast.

But before I could recover from it, he was positioning himself at my center, his tip brushing my sensitive folds as he showered my body with feathery kisses.

"I can’t wait to mark you in front of everyone for them to see you are mine," he said in between thrusts while I was struggling to fight for my sanity.

He claimed every inch of my body as if he wanted to own every bit of me. I didn’t know how many times I came, but he was relentless and insatiable.

But I couldn’t complain. He owned me body and soul, and I wanted to own him, too. All of him.