Mated to Her Alpha Instructor Chapter 86

Regis

Oh—*oh*—" The broken sound she made when I found her clit was intoxicating, and I circled it with the tip of my tongue, teasing, before sucking gently. Her reaction was immediate and visceral—her back arched clear off the bed and her hands flew to my hair, tangling in the strands as though she didn't know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

I held her hips down with one forearm across her lower belly, keeping her still as I worked her with lips and tongue, alternating between broad, flat strokes and focused attention on that sensitive bundle of nerves. She was making the most incredible noises now—breathless whimpers and choked moans that went straight to my cock, which was hard and aching and utterly ignored because this, *this* was about her, about replacing every moment of today's pain with pleasure so intense she couldn't think of anything else.

"Regis, I can't—it's too—" Her protests were breathless, halfhearted, contradicted by the way her hips rolled against my mouth.

I pulled back just enough to meet her dazed eyes, my lips and chin slick with her arousal. "You can," I told her, holding her gaze as I deliberately licked my lips. "Trust me, love. Let go."

The sight of me—her stern, controlled Alpha instructor on his knees between her thighs, face wet with her pleasure, looking at her like she was the most exquisite thing I'd ever tasted—seemed to break something loose inside her. Her eyes went wide and dark, her lips parting on a soundless gasp, and when I lowered my head again and sealed my mouth over her clit with deliberate suction, she came apart with a cry that was equal parts shock and ecstasy.

I worked her through it, gentling my touch as her body convulsed and her thighs tried to clamp around my head. I could feel her pleasure, bright and overwhelming, drowning out everything else, and I savored it—savored *her*—until the last aftershock faded and she collapsed boneless against the mattress.

But I wasn't done. Not nearly.

I shifted my grip, hooking one of her thighs over my shoulder to open her wider, and before she'd fully caught her breath I slid two fingers inside her, crooking them to find that spot that made her gasp and tighten around me.

"*Regis*—" My name was a broken plea, and she tried to squirm away from the intensity, but I held her firmly in place.

"Again," I murmured against her inner thigh, pressing kisses to the trembling muscle there. "Give me another one, Eileen. I want to feel you come on my tongue again."

I lowered my head and put my mouth back on her, sucking her clit into my mouth while my fingers worked inside her with steady, relentless rhythm. She was so sensitive now, every touch magnified, and it took almost no time at all before she was climbing toward the edge again, her hands scrabbling for purchase in my hair.

"Ahhh! It's too much—" But her body told a different story, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers, her hips lifting to meet every stroke of my tongue.

I curled my fingers harder, finding that perfect angle, and sucked firmly on her clit, and she *shattered*—harder this time, her entire body going rigid before the tension broke and she came with a keening wail that made Valdor roar with satisfaction. I felt her clench rhythmically around my fingers, felt the gush of fresh wetness as her release washed over her, and I lapped at her greedily, prolonging her pleasure until she was shaking and sobbing and begging me in broken, incoherent words to stop, to never stop, to please, *please*—

When I finally released her and crawled back up her body, she reached for me immediately, her hands trembling as they cupped my face and pulled me down into a clumsy, desperate kiss. She could taste herself on my lips, I knew, but she didn't seem to care—if anything, it seemed to inflame her further, because she kissed me with bruising intensity, her tongue tangling with mine and her legs wrapping around my hips to pull me closer.

"More," she whispered against my mouth when we finally broke for air, and there was a new note in her voice now—something hungry and demanding. "I need... I need to feel you. Inside. Please."

I groaned, my control hanging by a thread, and reached down to position my hard penis at her entrance. She was slick and swollen, her body still trembling with aftershocks, but when I pressed forward she opened for me easily, her channel gripping me in tight, wet heat that made my vision blur.

"Look at me," I commanded softly when her eyes started to flutter closed, and she obeyed, her gaze hazy and dark with renewed arousal. "I want you to see who's filling you. Who chose you. Who will *always* choose you."

"Regis." My name was a broken benediction, and she wrapped her legs tighter around my hips, urging me deeper. "Please. I need—"

"I know what you need." I began to move, slow and deep, letting her feel every inch of me as I withdrew my cock and thrust back in. "I've got you, love. I'll always have you."

I kept my movements controlled despite Valdor's snarling demands for more, for *harder*, focusing instead on the small sounds Eileen made with each thrust, the way her nails dug into my shoulders, the flush spreading across her chest and throat. She was still so sensitive from her previous orgasms, and I could feel through the bond that she was climbing toward another peak already, wound tight and trembling beneath me.

I reached between us to find her clit, rubbing in tight circles that made her sob and arch, and leaned down to capture her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. "Come for me," I urged against her lips, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine. "Let go, Eileen. I've got you."

She obeyed with a keening cry, her body clamping down around me in rhythmic pulses that dragged me over the edge after her. I buried myself as deep as I could go, grinding against her as I spilled inside her, and in that moment of shared ecstasy the bond between us blazed so bright it was almost blinding—every wall, every reservation, every lingering shadow of doubt burned away in the overwhelming certainty of *us*.

When it was over I collapsed beside her, gathering her against my chest and holding her close as we both struggled to catch our breath. She was limp and pliant in my arms, her face tucked into the curve of my neck, and through the bond I could feel her exhaustion warring with a bone-deep contentment.

"I love you," I murmured into her hair, unable to keep the words inside any longer. "I love you, and I choose you, and nothing your parents said or did will ever change that. Do you understand me?"

She pulled back to meet my eyes, and though tears still clung to her lashes, her gaze was clear and steady. "I do," she said quietly. "And I'm done waiting for people who were never going to choose me." Her hand moved to cover mine, where it rested protectively on her stomach. "I choose *us*. I choose this family we're making."

Pride surged through me, fierce and hot. "That's my girl."

She gave me a small, tired smile and settled back against my chest. As I held her in the golden light of late afternoon, feeling her breathing slow toward sleep, I made a silent vow to the child growing beneath our joined hands: *Your mother has found her strength. And I will make certain she never forgets it.*