The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 69

ARIA

I wake to the faint hum of the training grounds, the distant shouts of Chief Guardians barely piercing the quiet of our room. Jace's arm, heavy and warm, curls around me, his fingertips tracing slow circles on my skin.

The touch is soft, sparking heat that pulls me from the haze of sleep. I keep my eyes closed, savoring the way his hand drifts lower, brushing my thigh, the calluses on his fingers a rough contrast to my softness.

"Don't stop," I murmur, voice barely a whisper. Jace's fingers obey, circling my sensitive spot with a firmer touch. My breath catches, body arching into his hand.

Phantom's wildness hums through him, his lips grazing the soul-binding mark on my neck, the heat of his breath sending shivers down my spine. I bite my lip, stifling a moan, but when his finger slips inside me, I can't hold back. "Jace!"

His rhythm quickens, intense and unyielding. My body trembles, high tide crashing over me, leaving me limp in his arms. He adds a second finger, thumb still teasing. I gasp, "Please…"

"What do you want, sweetheart?" His voice is rough, low in my ear, vibrating through my chest.

"You," I pant, desperate.

Jace chuckles, withdrawing his fingers. He shifts, entering me slowly, filling me with steady depth. Pack duties have stolen moments like this, making each second feel sacred, the weight of his body a grounding force against the chaos outside.

Jace's pace quickens, each thrust deeper, stronger. Another wave builds inside me, and I feel Phantom's instincts through our bond, sensing my need.

He holds me from behind, his chest pressed to my back, and I turn my head, capturing his lips in a messy, hungry kiss, tasting the salt of his skin. His hand slides forward, circling my sensitive spot again. I scream, the second high hitting hard, shattering me.

"You're perfect, sweetheart," he growls, his thrusts turning urgent, his voice a primal rumble.

"I want to ride you, Jace," I moan, voice thick with need. He laughs softly, pulling out and flipping onto his back, the mattress creaking under his weight.

I kiss his lips, then his chest, watching his eyes flutter shut, a rare vulnerability in his expression. Straddling him, I grip his hardness, guiding him inside.

I move slowly, adjusting to his size, the stretch a delicious ache. Jace's hands clamp my thighs, urging me faster, his grip firm and possessive. I shift, circling my hips, teasing us both until we're breathless, the tension coiling tight.

My body hums, another high closing in. Jace's ragged breaths tell me he's close too, his jaw clenched with restraint. I move harder, taking him deeper, until I cry out, the final wave crashing through me, my vision blurring at the edges.

Jace groans, releasing with me, our shared pleasure sealing the moment, sweat mingling on our skin. From tender touches to fierce rhythm, our bond deepens, a silent promise for the Moon Shadow Gathering ahead.

I'm still trembling, pressed against Jace's chest, his heartbeat steady under my cheek, a comforting drum. Last night's tension—Warren's threat, his hand on my arm—lingers like a bruise, a cold shadow in my mind. But here, in this room, it's just us, the warmth of the morning light filtering through the curtains.

Jace's fingers trace my spine, grounding me, each stroke a quiet reassurance. I tilt my head, meeting his gaze, and the intensity in his stormy eyes steals my breath.

"You okay?" he asks, voice soft but laced with that Alpha edge, a protective undercurrent.

I nod, but my fingers tighten on his arm, feeling the hard muscle beneath. "I'm fine. Just… last night was a lot."

The memory of Warren's grip makes my skin crawl, a phantom pressure on my wrist, but Jace's presence drowns it out. He shifts, propping himself on one elbow, his hand cupping my face, rough palm against my cheek.

"I meant it, Aria. He won't touch you again." His tone is a vow, unyielding, his jaw set with determination.

I lean into his touch, but a flicker of doubt creeps in, a whisper of fear. "What if he tries? He's not the type to back down."

Jace's thumb brushes my cheek, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, a lethal promise. "Then he's a dead man. I don't care who he is."

The words should scare me, but they don't. They ignite something fierce, a need to claim this moment, to prove we're untouchable. I push myself up, straddling his hips again, my hands splayed on his chest, feeling the heat of him. "Show me," I say, voice low. "Show me I'm yours."

His eyes darken, a storm brewing within. "You sure, sweetheart? I'm not feeling gentle."

"I don't want gentle." I lean down, lips brushing his, tasting the lingering heat of our earlier passion.

Jace doesn't hesitate. His hands grip my waist, flipping us so I'm beneath him, his weight pinning me to the bed, a comforting cage.

His mouth crashes into mine, hungry, demanding, a clash of teeth and need. I arch into him, nails digging into his shoulders, urging him closer. He pulls back just enough to speak, breath hot against my lips. "You're mine, Aria. Every damn inch of you."

"Then make me yours," I challenge, my voice low and urgent, a plea and a dare. "Make me yours, forever."

He grunts and thrusts into me, hard and deep, the suddenness stealing my breath. I gasp, the intensity sparking fire through my veins, burning away doubt.

His rhythm is relentless, each movement staking a claim, erasing Warren's shadow with every surge. I meet every thrust, our bodies syncing in a desperate dance, the bedframe creaking beneath us. "Harder," I beg, voice raw.

Jace obeys, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider, his strength unyielding. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice raw, a guttural sound of possession. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," I moan, clinging to him as the pressure builds again, a tidal wave rising. "Only yours."

His lips find my neck, teeth grazing the soul-binding mark, sending electric shivers down my spine. "Damn right," he murmurs, thrusting deeper, claiming every part of me. "No one else gets this. No one."

The world narrows to us—his heat, his strength, the way he fills me completely, a perfect fit. I'm close, so close, and he knows it, reading my body like a map. His hand slips between us, fingers circling my sensitive spot, pushing me over the edge with expert precision. I scream his name, the high crashing through me, fierce and all-consuming, my limbs trembling with the force of it.

Jace follows, his groan vibrating against my skin as he releases, his body tensing above me, muscles taut with exertion. We collapse together, breathless, tangled in each other, the scent of us mingling in the air.

His forehead rests against mine, damp with sweat, and for a moment, we're just us—no Pack, no threats, just Aria and Jace, cocooned in this stolen sliver of peace.

"Babe, we gotta start prepping for Sacred Moonlight Gathering," Jace murmurs, fingers tracing my spine, a gentle contrast to the ferocity of moments before.