The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 109: Love Making
Oliver held her gaze, his blue eyes searching hers as he guided the thick, hot head of his cock to her entrance. He clenched his teeth, his jaw tight as he tried to push inside, but her tightness stopped him.
"Ahhh!" Aurora gasped, a loud sound of pain. The sensation of him entering her was overwhelming—a slow, burning stretch that felt almost too much to bear.
Oliver froze. He groaned, his forehead dropping against hers as the reality hit him. "Are you okay, love?" he whispered, his voice trembling with a worry he couldn’t hide. He looked at her with a mix of shock and deep, soul-stirring admiration. He didn’t see a girl he had wanted to fuck; he saw the woman who now held his heart in her hands.
Aurora was silent for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt stretched to her very limit, her body struggling to make room for the sheer size of just the head of his cock.
"I’m pulling out," Oliver said, his face pale as he began to move back, unable to bear the thought of hurting her. "I’m so sorry; I can’t do this to you."
"No," Aurora gasped, her hands flying to his waist to stop him. She gritted her teeth, the initial sting already beginning to fade into a heavy, throbbing heat. "Don’t stop. Just stay. Give me a second."
He wanted to argue more... to say maybe next time... but Aurora slowly wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. Oliver let out a low, guttural groan, his eyes rolling back as he felt her silk-soft pussy surround him. He stayed still for a long minute, letting their heartbeats find the same rhythm among the crushed rose petals.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Thank you for making me your first."
"It could only ever be you, Oliver," she moaned softly, her body finally beginning to relax around him.
A proud, possessive smile touched his lips. He let go of her hands and kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her tears. He began trailing hot kisses down her skin, his mouth moving from her neck to her breasts, where he sucked hungrily. Oliver was losing himself; the scent of her was more intoxicating than any wine, but he made sure to stay in control.
"I’ll go gently, I promise," he rasped, positioning himself properly.
He didn’t rush. He plunged in slowly, one agonizing inch at a time, burying his length deep inside her. Aurora’s fists clenched the sheets, her skin shaking as she felt the full weight and size of him filling her up. He ceased his movement, burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent as he waited for her to recover.
He looked at her with worry, seeing the small frown of discomfort on her face as she struggled to accommodate his full length.
"Take a deep breath, baby," he whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
She opened her eyes, meeting his worried gaze.
"I’m okay... you can move."
Slowly, he began to move. He thrust in and out, making sure he was as slow and careful as he possibly could be. The pain began to vanish, replaced by a deep, dragging pleasure that made Aurora’s legs tremble.
"You feel so good, baby," he groaned, his voice vibrating through her chest. "You’re so perfect for me."
He increased his pace, but as he did, he felt a sudden, violent surge in his chest. His wolf was clawing inside him, his eyes flashing a brighter, predatory blue. His beast wanted to take over, to sink fangs into her neck and mark her right then and there. It confused him; he didn’t understand why his wolf was reacting with such ancient, desperate territoriality.
Oliver fought the shift, his muscles cording and his jaw locking as he struggled for control. Because of the internal battle, his movements began to change. He started to move faster, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and powerful as his wolf tried to claim her.
Aurora noticed the change immediately. The gentle rhythm was gone, replaced by a raw, primal intensity that took her breath away. She didn’t know he was fighting his beast; she only knew the pleasure was becoming staggering. She arched her back, her fingers scratching his back and leaving red marks as she cried out in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Does it feel good?" he murmured against her ear, his voice rougher now.
"Yes..." she whispered, barely able to form the word. "It feels... so much."
He kept her pinned under him, his thrusts becoming deeper and more rhythmic. The pleasure was blinding, an electric tension building in her gut that made her toes curl. Oliver was panting now, his sweat dripping onto her skin, his blue eyes blown wide with a hunger that was purely animalistic.
Oliver became worried, his mind screaming at him to slow down, but his wolf was winning, pushing him to slam into her with everything he had. At the last second, Oliver let out a roar of frustration and forced his human side back into control. He managed to suppress the beast just enough to shift their positions. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
He moved so they were both lying on their sides. He was behind her now, his front pressed against her back, his large hand reaching around to squeeze her breast while he entered her again from the side. This position was even deeper, rawer. He pulled her hip back against him, his movements fast and powerful, his breath hot against the back of her neck.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Aurora arched her back into him, her moans becoming louder, filling the room. She felt her core tightening, a frantic, electric tension building until she couldn’t breathe.
"I’m close, Aurora... I’m so close," he moaned, his voice breaking.
He continued moving inside her, his rhythm faster now, more desperate.
He knew he was close—too close—but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. The pleasure was overwhelming, tangled with the fierce, possessive pull of his wolf. A broken groan tore from his lips as he finally let go, releasing deep inside her, his hips giving a few slow, heavy thrusts as if trying to hold onto that feeling... to stay connected to her just a little longer.
