Chapter 29

Abandon all your other thoughts…

Alice nearly sobbed as his dark voice penetrated the thick haze of desire coiling and uncoiling low in her belly into the flesh that he mercilessly teased with his fingertips.

As if she was capable of thinking of anything else at this point!

All she wanted was for him to never, never stop. To push her on and on towards the blinding desire he had shown her in the study.

Never before had she thought that her body was capable of feeling such pleasure, and it was Colin who showed her. It was Colin who masterfully drew it from her inexperienced flesh in the way a skillful virtuoso would draw music from his instrument.

In fact, she was the instrument in his expert hands, and her moans the music he played.

"Please…" she sobbed as his finger stroked her with maddening slowness. "Please…"

"Please what?" There was a tinge of a smile in his voice, and Alice could not make up her mind whether she found it frustrating or incredibly arousing. "Do you know what you want, little lamb?"

How could she know? What she knew of the relations between a man and a woman was what she had managed to scrounge up from books and that one time she saw a stallion mounting a poor mare in their stables. Her knowledge in the matter was disappointingly lacking, but even then, she knew that she wanted him.

Colin.

All of him.

"I want you," she gasped, suddenly feeling bashful as the truth tumbled from her lips. "I want you so much…"

Through her half-opened eyes, she saw the trace of a smile at the corners of his lips. "Good answer, little lamb," he said softly, his voice almost a tender caress on her feverish consciousness.

He leaned in to kiss her, and she responded joyfully as his mouth plundered hers. When his tongue probed most arrogantly into her, she met him with equal enthusiasm. In response, his fingers—oh, his wonderful fingers—began to move on her heated flesh once more, as if to reward her.

He drew back, allowing her to gulp in air once more between her growing moans. His lips trailed down her sweat-slicked neck, leaving fire in their wake, incinerating her when he found that spot that just seemed to respond to his kiss. All the while, his fingers continued to stroke her wetness until she was writhing on the bed in pure abandon.

A creature made of undiluted desire.

"Damn," she heard him curse under his breath. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look? How much I want you right now?"

"Colin…" she panted, and even his name sent a bolt of pleasure through her. "Oh my God, Colin…"

"That's it, my sweet, little lamb. Say my name…"

She said it once more. Gasped it. Cried it most joyfully.

"Good girl," he praised her. "Now, let go."

His lips clamped on her nipple as his fingers moved mercilessly against her core. He pushed her deeper, higher than she had experienced even in his study. And then, she felt it—the gentle probing inside her.

Her eyes flew open, seeking his for reassurance. Colin smiled back at her, and she felt that one digit slide inside her just as his thumb pressed on the pearl of pleasure between her legs.

The force of her climax slammed against her, drawing a keening cry from her lips as she crested on a wave of pure desire. Her hips bucked against his hand, and still, Colin did not stop, urging her to ride wave upon wave of pleasure until she crashed onto the bed in a quivering mess.

When she finally managed to open her eyes, Colin was looking back at her most solemnly. Her gaze drifted down his bare chest to the line where his breeches should have been, had he not disposed of them as she lay shuddering. He stroked his manhood, his eyes dark as he looked at her, and she felt something clench low in her belly.

Is he… is he going to put that inside me?

Her eyes grew large as she took in his massive size.

Without noticing it, she sat up and reached for him, for that steely flesh that jutted proudly between his legs. He hissed as her hand made contact, and she drew back in shock.

"Does it… does it hurt?" she asked him, her eyes wide.

He shook his head. "On the contrary, your touch pleases me greatly."

Emboldened by his admission, she reached out to touch him again. This time, she grasped him and marveled at the differences between their bodies. He was so large that her delicate hand could barely wrap around his girth.

Colin laid his hand on hers and slowly began to guide her up and down his length, teaching her how to best pleasure him—and pleasure him she did.

Alice wanted to learn him, to learn how to elicit the same white heat he wrought on her. She moved her hands up and down his length, gently squeezing the very tip, and watched as a bead of moisture formed. Curious, she flicked her thumb over it and was rewarded with a low growl from Colin.

A fierce, feminine pleasure took hold of her. A pride that she could affect him just as much as he did her.

As she continued to stroke him, his hand reached for the back of her head, and he crashed his lips against hers in a molten kiss that threatened to set both of them on fire. His hands played with her breasts before delving between her thighs once more.

"Oh God, how can you be this wet?" he moaned against her cheek. "You are so damned responsive, it is driving me insane."

He pushed her back on the bed, their breaths mingling as he kissed her deeply once more. He pushed her hands away from his erection and pinned them to either side of her head.

"I want to be inside you, Alice," he rasped. "Will you let me?"

She looked up at him, feeling his manhood probing between her legs. She let out a soft sigh as it rubbed against her aching flesh. She was still quite sensitive from his earlier ministrations, but the need that dripped heavily in his voice was echoed in her own soul.

She nodded. "I… want to be yours. Thoroughly."

He groaned. "Then I shall make you mine. Thoroughly."

It was just one word, but the promise that threaded through it weighed heavily between them. His leg pushed her thighs open as he settled between them. Her eyes fluttered shut as that steely flesh slid against her core, a sigh escaping her lips. She felt the blunt head gently nudge her entrance, and she bit her lower lip.

She had heard that the first time a man claimed a woman resulted in a great deal of pain. She had heard that there was a breaking of her maidenhead involved. In the past, it had all sounded so terrifying, and if she was being honest about it, she did feel a thread of fear through the haze of desire that clouded her senses.

"Am I hurting you?"

Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Colin look at her solemnly, the sweat beading on his brow as he held himself over her flushed body. She could see the tenseness in his jaw.

"A little bit," she admitted. "It feels… different."

He smiled slightly. "All right. But you must let me know if it hurts too much."

She nodded and felt him slide deeper inside her. She felt the discomfort, felt him stretching her. But underneath all that, a fire burned low through it all.

That he was so patient with her was already more than she expected of him. She had thought that a Wolf like him would be harsher. Alice was happy to find herself sorely mistaken in this instance.

She felt his hand caress her face, and she saw a faint tenderness in his eyes. Oftentimes, he had smirked at her, teased her, and been domineering with her. Seeing this look in his eyes warmed her heart and kindled a different fire deep within her.

"This will hurt," he murmured, leaning close to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "Will you bear it for me, little lamb?"

She looked up at him. She had come this far, had claimed that she wanted him to make her his thoroughly. She had already said the words, and thus, she must be brave as well.

Fortune favors the brave.

She nodded. "Yes…" she told him softly, clenching the covers beside her in her hands, steeling herself for the pain that she was sure would tear her apart.

She saw his jaw tense as he clasped her thigh. The muscles of his arm bulged slightly as he gripped her. In the midst of what should have been her impending doom, Alice was enthralled by the beauty of him.

"I am so sorry," he muttered harshly.

She closed her eyes as he plunged into her, tearing through the fragile barrier of her maidenhood. Alice felt stretched so much that a soft, strangled cry bubbled up her throat.

"Oh God, I am so sorry, little lamb. So, so sorry…"

She lay there as he rained soft kisses on her face. A balm to soothe away the pain of their first union.

She accepted his apologies and his kisses, shifting so slightly under him to accommodate him. Alice let out a slight breath as she willed herself to relax.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him through the haze of tears. She reached out to cup his face tenderly. "It only hurt for a short time," she reassured him weakly.

He frowned, as if he did not believe her. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "How could it hurt so much when you are here with me?"

He groaned and surged into her, his lips coming down on hers in a kiss that was gentle but no less passionate than all their previous kisses. Slowly, she felt him moving into her in gentle, shallow thrusts, and she felt the fire growing deep in her belly once more.

She clung to him, and he rocked into her until she was gasping once more, sheer delight burning in her skin, making her feel as if she would glow incandescent in the flickering candlelight.

She let out a soft moan, feeling the desire building within her once more. Bigger. Fiercer.

Colin thrust into her with more urgency, and she threw her head back, faint with the pleasure he was giving her and himself.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh dear… yes!"

Her emphatic declarations seemed to spur him on, and he became like a beast, thrusting into her at a frenzied pace that left her breathless and moaning at the same time. She had never thought that her first time with him would bring her so much pleasure, such sensual delight.

Her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensations he wrought in her. His name fell from her lips in an incantation as she felt herself being pushed higher and higher to the peak. She felt him kiss her deeply as his hips snapped against hers a few more times.

She reached the peak with a cry, her hips bucking to meet his, feeling the scalding heat of his release as his roar of triumph mingled with hers. Through her half-opened eyes, she saw him with his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck spasming in the dim light.

He had claimed her. Why did it feel as if she owned a part of his soul as well?

He let out a soft groan as he lowered himself onto her, pressing a gentle kiss to her brow before gathering her in his arms. His movements caused him to shift within her, and she let out a soft gasp.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked her, concern evident on his face.

She shook her head and smiled up at him. "Only a little."

He groaned and held her tighter, gently pushing her head to his bare chest, where she could hear his heart thudding loudly against her cheek.

"I have been too rough with you, and it is only your first time," he murmured hoarsely. "Rest now, little lamb."

Even as her eyes threatened to flutter shut, she wondered how she could have the desire to sleep after the most wondrous thing that happened to her.

But his hand was gently rubbing her back in soothing strokes, and her body was deliciously tired from all their exertion. Maybe she should heed his advice.

Just this one time.

Smiling, she closed her eyes and nestled into his chest. She was his now—as thoroughly as she had wanted.

Why, then, was she feeling greatly uneasy about all of this?