The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 130

"But I need to get you inside, Athena, and do all the things I've missed doing" Tristan growled against my ear, his voice so low and rough it sent heat straight through me.

A rush of thoughts flooded my mind, making my stomach twist in a way that was both exciting and a little scary.

God, he's never talked to me like this before, I wondered if he could feel how much it affected me, how it made me want him even more. What if I can't handle this side of him? But no, I want to try, I really do.

I loved it, love how it made me feel.

Before I could say anything back, he lifted me up.

With my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, I clung to him, feeling his muscles shift under my hands, strong and steady, as he carried me toward the apartment door.

I thought about how safe he made me feel, even as my body pressed against his, feeling him hard through his jeans.

His hands gripping my hips like he wasn't letting go, and I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, the pressure making me squirm against him.

He didn't slow down, just kept walking, and when we got to the door, he shifted my weight to one arm, holding me easily while his other hand fumbled in his pocket for the key.

Does he know how much power he has over me right now?

I tightened my legs around him, not wanting to lose the contact, and he let out a low groan.

"Stop moving like that, or I'm not gonna make it inside," he muttered, his voice thick as he slid the key into the lock, turning it with a quick twist.

He pushed the door open with his shoulder, still holding me, and kicked it shut behind us, the slam loud in the quiet apartment, but I barely noticed, too focused on his hands, his heat, the way his body pressed against mine with every step.

All I could think was, finally - we're alone, no more holding back.

He didn't put me down, just kept carrying me through the living room, his lips finding mine in a hard, messy kiss.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I kissed him back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he walked, each step making him grind against me, sending sparks through my core.

I made a small sound into his mouth, my head spinning from how much I wanted him, how rough and needy he felt.

He stopped by the living room wall, pinning me against it with his hips, my legs still around his waist, his hands holding me up.

His lips pulled away from mine, and he looked at me, his eyes dark, his breath uneven. "You've been driving me crazy all night in that dress, Athena," he said, his voice low and rough, "and I wanted to pull you into some dark corner and fuck you right there."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding at his words, because he was so blunt and so dirty and mine. "Tristan," I said, my voice shaky, not sure what else to say, but my body was already responding.

My thighs tightening around him, my pussy clenching and getting wetter, shocking me with how much I loved it.

He grinned, a slow, knowing smile, and slid one hand up my thigh, under my dress, his fingers brushing the edge of my panties, making me tense. "What, you don't like me talking like that?" he asked, his tone teasing, but his fingers stayed still, not giving me what I wanted yet.

"I didn't say that," I said quickly, my face hot, my pulse racing as I looked at him, his eyes locked on mine.

He chuckled, the sound low and smug, as he kept his fingers moving, slow and teasing, wet from how turned on I was. "you're so fucking wet" he said, his lips brushing my ear, "you like when I talk like that, don't you, love?" my pussy dripped for him, loving every filthy word.

I nodded, my hands gripping his shoulders, my body trembling as his fingers kept up their slow torture. "Yes..." I said, my voice barely there.

I didn't know if I was moaning or responding to his question.

His grin got wider, and he added another finger, making me let out a light gasp. "Tell me you want it, Athena," he said, his voice firm, "tell me you want me to talk dirty and fuck you like I've been thinking about all night."

Nodding again, admitting I liked it, thinking that was what he wanted. But Tristan wanted something else, he wanted me to it louder, he wants me own it.

"Say it louder," he said, his fingers pausing, making me whimper at the loss, "tell me you love it when I talk dirty."

Surprisingly my body reacted to his mere request, my nipples hardening, my pussy aching, I loved the raw dirtiness he brought out.

"I love it," I said, louder this time, pushing against his hand, needing more, "I love when you talk dirty to me, Tristan. I love when you fuck me Tristan, please. I've missed you so much" It's freeing, even if it's embarrassing but I can't help myself. I wanted it all from him.

There's this fire that's in me, it feels different, like I'm becoming insatiable.

He groaned, then kissed me again, hard and deep, his tongue claiming my mouth as his fingers moved faster, sliding inside me, making me gasp into the kiss.

"I'm gonna make you scream my name," he said against my lips, his voice rough. I nodded, urging him to do whatever he wanted with my body.

"gonna fuck you so hard the neighbors know you're mine, gonna wreck you until you can't move without thinking of me."

His words hit me hard, making my whole body ache, and I couldn't believe how much I liked it, how much I wanted him to keep going. I swallowed again, trying to find my voice, and whispered, "I want it, Tristan, I want you to be dirty with me. I want you take me and do whatever you want."

His eyes darkened, and he let out another low sound, like he'd been holding it in. And I know he is, I know he's trying not to show me that side of him. But for a weird reason, I wanted that part of him today.

I wanted every side of Tristan Hayes. I wanted every side of this biker Alpha who became my second chance mate.

"You don't know what you just started Ath. You don't know how much I'm trying not to do what I want to do with you." he said, his voice rough.

His words made me shake, my whole body reacting, and I realized I wanted more than just this, more than what we'd done before.

I wanted something new, something I'd never said out loud, something that made my face burn even as it made me ache.

I pulled back, just enough to look at him, my breath coming fast. ""I want it as much as you do T" I said, my voice shaking,

"I want us to try something different, something... kinkier." my heart pounded at what I was really saying and asking.

His eyebrows went up, and a slow smile spread across his face, his eyes glinting with something hungry. "Yeah?" he said, his voice low, "what's that, love? What do you want me to do to you?"

My heart pounded, and I hesitated, not sure I could say it, but his eyes were locked on mine, and I knew he'd give me anything I asked for. "I want you to take control," I said, my voice quiet but steady, "like, really take control, tie me up, spank me, make me yours in every way."

I'm telling him to tie me up, to spank me—where did these ideas come from? But looking at him, I knew I trusted him, and it made the nerves mix with thrill.

He froze for a second, his eyes searching mine, then let out a low groan, his hands tightening on my hips. "You want me to tie you up and fuck you until you can't think?" he asked, his voice rough, "you want me to spank you until you're begging for more?"

I nodded, my throat tight, my body buzzing with nerves and want. "Yes," I said, "please, Tristan."

I could see the fire in his eyes, the desire. But then it seems like he remembers something.

He closes his eyes, by the time he opens them, the look was gone and replaced with fear.

"I don't want to hurt you Ath." He said with a strained voice.

What's he saying, he can't just set me on fire one minute and then the next, he's quenching it.

"What... Are you saying? You want this and I do too. I'm not going to get hurt." I said shaking my head frantically.

"Yes I do, but.." I raised a brow at him, my heart beating faster as I stare at him deadly.

"Don't you dare say whatever you want to say." I tried releasing myself from his grip angrily but he held me in place.

Was he kidding me. Does he thinks I'm a child that doesn't know what she wants?

His reaction, the groan, the questions, confirmed that he wants this too. So why was he trying to spoil this night for us?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He repeated.

Before I could answer, he position me well and inserted three of his fingers inside me without warning.

My eyes shot back at the intensity of his touch. He didn't stop or slow down, he was pumping me as fast as he could like he was punishing me.

"Ohh. Ohh.... ohh my..." When I noticed I was getting close, his hands paused and he withdrew it, leaving me empty and wanting.

I looked at him confused, why did he stop?

He grinned, a dark, wicked smile, and stepped back, setting me down on the floor, my legs shaky as I stood. "You can't cum until I say so," I couldn't think straight as a stared at him with frustration.

"That'll teach you not to glare at me or roll your eyes at me" I was fraustrated but after hearing his words, I changed my look immediately.

Anticipation was building inside me. I loved this side of him that takes control and doesn't treat me like an egg.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom.

If my legs are these shaky by just his words, what will I be like after?

He didn't slow down, just led me through the apartment, his grip firm on my wrist, and when we got to the bedroom, he pushed the door open with his free hand, pulling me inside.

The bed was neat and arranged, ready for us. He turned to me, his eyes intense. "Take off your dress," he said, his voice a command, not a question.

I reached for the hem, my hands shaking a little, and pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

His eyes raked over me, taking in my tits straining against the bra, my hard nipples poking through, and he stepped closer, his hands going to his belt, pulling it free with a slow tug, the leather making a soft snap as it came loose.

My breath caught, watching him hold it, knowing what he might do with it, my pussy already aching.

"Turn around," he said, his voice low, "hands behind your back."