Love Like Cyanide: ch 13
alpha idol paranormal romance
Chapter 13: Natalie
If I didn’t know there was no way in hell, I’d have thought maybe Val had spiked my root beer. But then, with the way he was acting, it would have had to dose both of us. I’m not even in heat, but I feel out of control. Maybe there’s some merit to Val saying the connection between us is on another level.
Everywhere our skin touches feels electric. Little zaps like getting static shocks from laundry that’s entangled, but in a good way. He carries me into the bedroom, not bothering to switch on the light. There’s enough moonlight filtering through the blinds for both of us to see just fine.
He sits on the edge of my bed, shifting his hands to slide them up under my shirt. He drags the skin of my neck between his teeth at the same moment all of my weight presses down on the sadly still-clothed curve of his stiff cock. His hands practically spasm against my skin, and I find myself wondering how I’ve denied myself any physical contact with him for this long.
I want him, and I know I’m going to end up with more than I bargained for, but just being in his arms feels like enough. The longer he holds me, the more tiny tears in my existence I can feel knitting back together. Parts of my soul that I didn’t even know were damaged are mending. A sense of completeness I’ve only ever felt briefly before settles over me, and I ignore the stab of guilt at the thought of Dante and how he’d been so helpful and unreasonably kind…
Is this what it feels like to be part of a pack? No matter which primal animal origins the members may have had, it was obvious to me that Inferno was a bonded pack. I’d felt a sort of kinship with them from the beginning, but being this physically close with Valentine… it feels like family.
He feels like home.
His lips on my jaw bring me back down to Earth. His voice is husky and low, breath hot on my ear as he murmurs: “Where’d you wander off to, Doc? I hope it’s somewhere amazing if it could distract you from me.”
The warmth from his breath sends goosebumps prickling across my skin. “Sorry,” I say softly, feeling sheepish. “It’s just… I’m not sure how this is happening.”
He chuckles, but not in a mean way, and nuzzles his nose against mine. “Like it doesn’t seem real, or you don’t want it to be?”
I chuff my disbelief in response. “I’m a lot of things, Valentine… Dumb or oblivious enough to let a gorgeous man who’s been giving me ‘come get it’ vibes into my apartment—without being prepared for the potential consequence of that action—is not one of them.”
He kisses me, then. Soft, slow, insistent in a way that speeds my pulse and steals the breath from my lungs. “I’m not sure how I feel about being called a consequence,” he says with an adorable pout.
I can’t help snickering at his expense. “Aww. Come on, Val. Maybe I just feel like doing something bad.”
His hands slide down to rest on my thighs, giving them a squeeze that gradually increases in pressure until it’s on that delicious edge of pleasure and pinching. His fingers and thumb nearly touch around the back of my legs, and it reminds me how much I'd never want to be on Val's bad side. But for now…naughty will definitely tick the boxes I want to have filled.
“You've still got one of those god-forsaken patches on somewhere… Take it off, so I can finally just bury myself in all of you, unfiltered.”
I pull the last remaining patch from the small of my back, which I’d honestly forgotten about, the adhesive tugging like a bandage as I remove it. He inhales deeply and his fingers tighten so suddenly on my legs that I gasp. His grip is going to leave bruises, and the single word that falls from his lips makes me as wet as when I'm in heat.
“Mine.”
Everything after that is a blur. Our clothes come off, tossed aside carelessly. I swear I hear fabric tearing, but I'm not sure what article of clothing was sacrificed in the wake of our impatient, frenzied passion.
I'm thrown flat on my back with such force that it drives the breath from my lungs and makes the bed frame creak. Val drags me to the edge of the bed, burying his face between my legs. I fist my fingers in his dark, messy hair as he devours my eager pussy like it's his last meal.
Tingles race across my skin, warmth flowing over me as he plays my body like an instrument. He’s on his knees, the exact opposite of what I’ve come to expect from any alpha, much less from Valentine. But he hums his approval into my flesh, the vibration against the most sensitive parts of me cranking my arousal up higher than I thought possible.
Then he backs off just enough to work two fingers inside my dripping heat, so wet that it may as well have been omega slick. He presses sticky kisses against my inner thigh, curling his digits in just the right way that makes my back arch and gravelly curses pour from my mouth. I feel his lips curve into a smirk before he dances those fingertips across my g-spot and bites down on the meat of my inner thigh in the same instant.
It's almost too much, but the pleasure and pain dance against each other in a way that they blend and I can’t differentiate one from the other. Before the ache and sting from being bitten can settle in, it’s soothed and chased away by teasing kisses around the wound and the pressure of fingers that know exactly what they’re doing. The pleasure keeps building, and when he’s right there at the edge of what I need, he backs off just a tiny bit. Just enough to have me begging under my breath. Pleading for completion. Release. For him to give me what I’ve wanted from him for what feels like a lifetime.
He shouldn’t know my body this well. But he keeps bringing me closer and pausing at the crucial second, until I’m whining uncontrollably and trying to buck my hips up to get just the little extra bit of friction I need. He tuts softly, splaying one of those big hands across my abdomen and pinning me down while he continues to torture and tease me.
I’m almost in tears, breath coming in ragged gasps, my voice hoarse from moaning non-stop. I start to whimper. I’ve never felt his pent-up before, not even during my heat cycles that had no relief.
“Natalie, tell me what you want.” His voice is soft and husky, helping bring a bit of clarity back to my thoughts.
“…want to cum.” I manage to pant out. “Let… let me..!”
He sucks hard at the blooming bruise on my thigh he’d bitten just a few minutes before, dragging a mewling whine from the depths of my soul. I lick my lips and he sits up straighter to make eye contact with me, the amber glow a bright spot in the darkness.
“Hmm…” Val gives me a slow smirk, rocking his hand and pressing his palm against my aching flesh. “Say please.”
I bite down on my lower lip to suppress the scream that wants to loose itself. Not trusting my voice, I rasp out: “Please, Val.”
There’s no hesitation. He leans back down and wraps those perfect lips around my clit, working his soft, moist flesh against me relentlessly. His fingers speed up, sliding deeper as he presses down with the hand on my abs at the same moment.
I feel like my heart is going to burst as he pushes just the right buttons, and my entire world is reduced to this moment. No worries, no bills, no proper conduct with cameras around. Just Valentine coaxing the most inhuman noises from me as waves of pleasure obliterate my vision, my hearing, all senses fading away save sensation.
Instead of the climax starting to ebb and fade away, it just keeps going. He kept me just on the other side of fulfilled, and now he’s proving that he can hold me in the throes of passion until he decides I’ve had enough. He could take my life with a heart attack this way, and I wouldn’t lift a finger to stop him. I’d gladly go into the endless night with his expert guidance.
I know he can hear my heartbeat stuttering, so he finally lets up and allows me to remember how to breathe. I want to move, to speak, to do anything. But all I can do is tremble, my senses now overwhelmed by what can only be Valentine’s scent. He smells sharp and clean with an earthy undertone that reminds me of a midnight beach in the summertime.
He crawls up onto the bed, pulling me into the warm comfort of his arms and covering us with a blanket that I’m not sure I need. But in that moment, I trust him more than I’m willing to admit. I trust him to take care of me, and don’t feel shame for letting him do so.
Val pulls me close to his chest, my back pressed fully against him. His hold on me tightens as he buries his face in my neck, his breath shaky from getting a whiff of my unfiltered scent from this close.
His lips move along the curve of my shoulder and I gasp as a little jolt goes through my body as they ghost over a certain spot. The same place Dante had bruised the hell out of. I know there’s no visible mark, but some remnant of the other alpha’s presence remains in my body and there’s no doubt in my mind that Valentine can sense it. Without him, I hadn’t been aware of it until now.
Valentine’s body goes still for just a second, a sound rumbling in his chest that could be a purr or a growl. A disbelieving little chuckle rolls from his lips, and his next words chill my blood in my veins, low and dangerous. “I fucking knew it.”