Love Like Cyanide: ch 14
alpha idol paranormal romance
Chapter 14: Natalie
I don’t know what I’m expecting after Valentine’s aggravated confession, but tightening his grip on my waist and starting to shove his unreasonably thick cock into me wasn’t on my bingo card. His body trembles with the effort of holding himself back. He has to fight for every inch, even with how wet I am and me struggling not to tense up.
A woman can only take so much and I’m almost ready to admit that our puzzle pieces simply aren’t compatible, when he presses soothing kisses to my throat. Whispered, mumbling assurances that make my body let go of tension I wasn’t aware of brush against my skin.
The discomfort fades in the wake of his patient caresses, until he’s finally fully seated inside of me. His words are a shaky rumble against my ear. “Fuck, Nat. You’re so tight…”
I put my hand over his where it rests on the curve of my hip. “And you’re fucking huge.” The way I say it, he knows it’s not meant as a compliment. He chuffs, his masculine chuckle warming me down to my toes. I exhale slowly, heavily. “Give me a minute?” I ask softly.
His fingertips skate up my abdomen, ghosting over the pebbled peaks of my nipples in a way that makes me shiver. The edges of his teeth scrape against the sensitive flesh of my neck, but he restrains himself admirably. “Sure, babe. Whatever you need.”
Something about the way he drops the pet name, like we’ve been together for years and we’re familiar enough for it, wraps around my heart and gives it a devastating squeeze. Valentine is persistent with his infuriatingly gentle caresses until he’s got me writhing under his touch and starting to gratefully ride his cock.
I try not to question how this is even remotely physically possible. Maybe there really is something to the bond Valentine keeps talking about between us. Whatever magickal chemicals are kicking in, I am thankful for them in this moment. I find myself wondering if I would have had similar hardware compatibility issues with Dante if I hadn’t been fully in the throes of an early heat cycle.
Valentine’s breath shudders against the shell of my ear, lips moving along my skin like he can sense my attention wandering. Soft, wordless sounds drop from his lips, rising in a melody that I can feel singing through my bones. His voice is something that’s always gotten to me, since long before I ever met him in person. The tone and timbre combined create something so unique and undeniably him alone. Rich, earthy, and rumbling like seismic shifts that can unmake the world if he so wills it. That’s why you can pick his voice out in a song, even surrounded by the other six members of the group.
His arm tightens across the front of my body and I can feel his heartbeat pounding against my back. I know that laying like this, with my range of motion so limited, is only torturing us both. “Natalie… Can I move you?”
Something about having such a big, beefy alpha ask for my permission punches all the right buttons. I murmur my assent, surprised that I can speak clearly when I can feel critical parts of my brain shutting down from the heat of his body against and inside of me.
He chuckles a little. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
I reach behind us and grab a generous handful of his muscular ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “If you do, I’ll say something. But I trust you.”
He shifts our bodies so I’m pressed on my back on the mattress and he’s crouched above me with his weight supported on his forearms, somehow managing not to fully slide out of me as he does. Caged by his powerful arms, I can’t help taking in the view I’m blessed with: locks of curly dark hair falling forward to frame his face, the sharp angles of his nose, the soft pout of his lips, and the amused twinkle in his coffee brown eyes.
I reach up to cup his face with my hands, afraid that if I don’t touch him that it was all a dream and he’ll just disappear. “You’re fucking beautiful,” I say softly.
His full lips curve up in a smirk and he kisses me deeply, until my heart’s racing and I’m breathless. “I was thinking the same thing.”
I bury my fingers in his hair and pull him down for another kiss, holding on as he masterfully fucks me within an inch of my life. He hooks an arm behind my leg, pushing my knee up to my chest and angling his hips just right. His slick cock rubs against my aching clit with every thrust, and I’m praying to every deity I’ve ever heard the name of under my breath. Just like before, he keeps me right at the precipice until I swear I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t finish soon.
We’re so focused on each other that we’ve barely spoken, but it doesn’t feel wrong. We haven’t needed to speak, we’re so attuned to the subtle changes in our bodies as we move as one. “Now,” he says with a growl into the flesh of my throat, biting down on my shoulder at the precise moment the climax rolls over me. Lightning zings through my veins and I’m not sure if it’s from his teeth buried in my flesh, his cock sunk inside of my fluttering pussy to the hilt, or the strange warmth I can feel in my heart.
I can feel his cock pulse inside of me, a guttural groan purring against my flesh as his tongue drags over the place he nearly broke skin. We stay still for a few moments after, trading heated kisses until he slowly extracts himself and lays down beside me, pulling me into his embrace.
It takes me a minute to realize what just happened. Or didn’t happen, rather. “How did you…?”
He runs his fingers through my hair, avoiding my gaze with a sigh. “You’re in good company on the Island of Misfit Toys, Doc. You’re sterile, and I’m knotless.”
The confession hangs in the air between us for the barest of seconds before I nibble on his bicep, making him startle. “You can do plenty of magic tricks with your more-than-sizeable dick, Val. It doesn’t need to get so big I need stitches.”
Valentine gives me a small smirk, trying to hide the insecurity shining in his eyes. “It does have its perks, I suppose.”
I settle more fully into the warmth of his arms. “Fucking right, it does.” I murmur with a yawn, my eyelids suddenly feeling like they weigh a hundred pounds.
He kisses the top of my head, chuckling into my hair. “Such a fucking savage, for someone who’s supposed to be a healer.”
“Listen… just because I choose to use my powers for good, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t also leverage them for evil.”
He gives my arm a little squeeze. “And that’s why you’re mine. You can’t claim to be a pacifist without being capable of great violence and choosing not to indulge in it.”
Mine. He says it again, and it makes my heart skip a beat. I nuzzle into his chest and exhale slowly, not afraid of the images that tend to haunt my slumbering mind. Wrapped in Valentine’s arms, I know I’m safe as I drift off to sleep.