The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 94

ARIA

I spent half the night trying to slow time down, willing the darkness to stretch longer, begging the sun to stay hidden. Morning always comes, though, doesn't it? No matter how much you dread it. No matter how much it hurts. And this morning hurt like hell.

My chest felt hollow at the thought—Jace would stay behind to handle this Ironwood Pack mess while I'd be sent home like some damn package that needed protection.

Jace was already awake, arms open in invitation. I moved closer, settling against his warm chest, breathing in his scent. His heartbeat steady under my ear.

"Everything will be fine," he murmured, fingers tracing patterns on my shoulder. "Alpha Marcus is arranging for more Alphas to help. We'll resolve this quickly."

"I know," I said, trying to sound confident. "But I still hate this."

Jace nodded, tightening his hold on me. "I hate it too. But ensuring other wolves' safety is our responsibility."

"I know," I answered simply, because what else could I say? He was right, and that made it worse.

We lay in silence for several minutes, savoring the calm before we had to face the day. Finally, Jace sighed and pulled away.

"We should get ready."

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Steam filled the bathroom as hot water cascaded over us. The heat soaked into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire Jace was already stoking inside me.

Jace's hands nudged me forward until my breasts pressed against the cool stone wall.

Water streamed down my back as his fingers slid down my arms, lacing with mine for a moment before guiding them up to brace against the rough surface.

His breath tickled my neck, lips grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. A soft moan escaped me, my body already melting under his touch.

"Keep your hands still, darlin'," he murmured, voice low and rough, sending a shiver straight down my spine.

I nodded, palms flat against the wall, fingers splayed. His presence behind me was overwhelming, solid and commanding. He dragged his mouth along my shoulder, teeth scraping lightly, and I bit my lip to hold back another moan.

My thighs clenched on instinct, heat pooling low in my belly, my pussy already aching for him.

The steam thickened around us, the bathroom turning into a haze of heat and want. Jace's hands roamed, tracing the curve of my hips, then slipping lower, teasing over my skin with deliberate slowness.

His lips stayed on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, while one hand dipped between my thighs, fingers brushing against my clit in a way that made my knees buckle.

I gasped, leaning back into his chest, needing more of his touch on my cunt.

"Jace…" I breathed, my voice shaky, barely audible over the rush of water.

"Hands stay put, sweetheart," he growled softly, a warning wrapped in honey. His fingers didn't stop, circling my clit with maddening precision, sending jolts through my vagina.

My hips twitched, desperate for more pressure, but he held me steady with his other hand gripping my ass.

"That's my girl," he whispered, and I felt his smirk against my skin before he ramped up the pace, pushing me closer to the edge with every stroke.

My breaths came in short pants, head tipping back against his shoulder. Every nerve in my body screamed for release, and he knew it—knew exactly how to play my pussy. His touch was relentless, fingers slick as they worked my clit, and I couldn't hold back the moans spilling from my lips.

The tension coiled tighter, unbearable, until it snapped, and I cried out, trembling against the wall, my first orgasm shaking me to my core.

Before I could catch my breath, his fingers slid inside my cunt, two at once, stretching my vagina with a delicious burn.

He thrust them deep, fast, curling just right, and my body arched, a second wave building before the first even faded. My nails scraped at the stone, struggling to keep my hands where he'd told me to.

"Jace!" I shouted, voice breaking as pleasure slammed through me again, harder this time, leaving me shaking. But he wasn't done. His grip shifted to my hips, firm and unyielding, and then I felt him—his cock, hard, thick, pressing against my ass.

With one sharp thrust, he buried his dick inside my pussy, no warning, no hesitation. I screamed, the stretch almost too much, my walls clenching around his penis as another orgasm ripped through me mid-thrust.

He let out a deep groan, pulling out just enough to slam back in, filling my cunt completely. My body shuddered, oversensitive but craving more, and he gave it to me—hard, punishing strokes that had me moaning with every push.

The angle was brutal, hitting every spot that made me see stars, and I couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel his cock owning every inch of me.

After a while, my body started to slow, the intensity easing just enough for me to breathe. Jace adjusted us, guiding me to bend forward slightly, hands still braced on the wall, my ass tilted up for him. His thrusts turned rhythmic, deep and steady, dragging out every sensation until I was whimpering again.

I came twice more, each orgasm wringing me out, my legs trembling under the weight of it all. Then he pulled out, slow and careful, and turned me to face him.

His hands hooked under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my back hit the wall again. Water streamed over us as he positioned himself, his erection rock-hard as he slid his dick back into my pussy with agonizing slowness, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. My head fell back, a moan tearing from me at how full I felt, my vagina throbbing around him.

He leaned in close, forehead brushing mine, his breath hot against my lips as his hands squeezed my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples until they hardened under his touch.

"I love you, Aria," he whispered, voice raw, almost broken. He pulled out just to push back in, slow and deliberate, dragging it out. "God, I love you so damn much."

My heart clenched, words failing me as emotion and pleasure tangled together. I couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but wrap my legs tighter around him, letting him feel everything I couldn't say.

He kept that torturous pace, drawing out every thrust of his cock, every shudder of my cunt, until I was lost in him completely.

The steam still hung heavy, but the air between us softened, even as my body burned. Jace's movements stayed slow for a while, savoring every second, but I could feel the tension building in him too, his erection pulsing inside me.

He nuzzled into my neck, teeth grazing the mark he'd left there long ago—a claim, a promise. Then he spoke, voice rough with need.

"One more, baby. Let me feel you."