Fate Picked Me, the Alpha Passed, and I Felt Nothing novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: What I Felt

Rue takes him upstairs and rides him while he tells her out loud what the bond does to him, and learns that wanting him is hers alone.

I took him up the stairs by the front of his wet shirt.

He followed me.

My apartment is one long room over the shop, with a slanted ceiling and a bed under the window.

I had never brought anyone up there that I cared about.

The streetlight outside threw a pale stripe across the quilt.

I turned around at the foot of the bed and pushed his coat off his shoulders.

It hit the floor with a wet slap.

"Shirt," I said.

He pulled it over his head in one move, and I looked at him.

He was lean and hard, with swimmer's shoulders and a flat belly and a scatter of pale hair down the center of his chest.

The burn scar on his neck ran down toward his collarbone, shiny and pink.

I put my mouth on it.

He sucked in a breath, and his hands closed on my arms.

"Don't touch me yet," I said against his skin.

His hands opened again, and he let them hang.

I licked the scar from top to bottom, and I felt him shudder through the whole length of his body.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Rue, that. When you do that, I feel it in my spine and then I feel it at the other end of the line."

"Good."

"Is it?"

"Keep telling me."

I unhooked the straps of my overalls and let them drop.

I pulled the thermal off over my head, and then my bra, and I stood in front of him in the streetlight with my braid coming loose.

I'm not a small woman.

I have a body that hauls beams and carries sheet rock, and it has never apologized to anyone.

He looked at me.

"God," he said. "Look at you."

"I'm looking at you."

"You're so beautiful it hurts."

"That's the bond talking."

"It isn't." He said it fast, and it came out rough. "It isn't, Rue. I've thought that for years. I never let myself finish the thought."

My chest went tight.

I didn't answer that, because I didn't trust my voice.

I put both hands on his chest and pushed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed.

I stepped out of my overalls and my underwear and kicked them aside.

I climbed onto his lap, a knee on either side of his hips, and took his face in both hands.

His eyes were enormous and dark.

"Hands," I said. "You can use them now."

He put them on me.

They slid up my back, over my ribs, and around to cup my breasts.

His thumbs found my nipples, and I arched into him with a gasp I didn't plan.

"Like that?" he said.

"Don't ask me. Do it harder."

He did it harder.

He pinched and rolled until I was panting, and then he leaned in and took one in his mouth.

The heat of his tongue went through me.

I grabbed his hair with both fists and held him there.

"Yes," I said. "God, yes. Suck it."

He sucked it, long and slow, and moved to the other one.

I rocked on his lap, and his cock slid hard against my wet folds.

I was already soaked.

I hadn't known how much I wanted him until he started to give it to me.

"Rue," he groaned against my breast. "You're so wet."

"Tell me what you feel."

"Heat. I feel you everywhere. You're burning, and it's burning me, and then it comes back a second time as if you were doing it to me twice."

"And what does that do to you?"

"It's the best thing that has ever happened to me."

I tilted his head back by his hair and looked into his face.

His mouth was swollen, and there was color in his cheeks for the first time all night.

"You don't get to say that," I said, "unless you mean it."

"I mean it."

"Good."

I reached between us and took his cock in my hand.

He hissed through his teeth.

I rubbed the head through my slick, up and down, over my clit and back.

My own breath caught.

It felt so good that for a moment I forgot to be in charge.

"You're going to take it all," I said, "and you're going to let me set the pace."

"Yes. Yes, please."

I lifted my hips and lined him up.

I sank down on him slowly.

He was thick, and I had to stop halfway, breathing through it.

He held absolutely still under me.

His fingers dug into my hips, and every muscle in his arms stood out.

"Don't move," I said.

"I won't."

"Don't you dare."

I took the rest of him in one long, slow slide.

We both cried out.

He was so deep that I felt him against something that made my vision go white at the edges.

"Fuck," I whispered. "Dray."

"Rue." He was shaking. "Rue. Oh my God. It's like you're inside me."

I began to move.

I rose on my knees and sank back down, slow and deliberate, my hands on his shoulders.

I rolled my hips so my clit dragged against the base of him on every stroke.

He watched my face and my breasts and where we joined, and he couldn't decide where to look.

"Tell me," I said.

"The line pulls tighter every time you come down."

"More."

"It feels like you're taking something out of me and putting it back."

"More."

"I want you to have everything." His voice cracked. "I'd give you every damn thing."

I gripped the back of his neck and rode him harder.

The bed creaked, and the headboard knocked against the wall.

He took a fist of my braid and pulled it free, and my hair fell around us both in a heavy red rope.

"Yes," I said. "Pull it."

He pulled it, and I moaned out loud.

He did it again, and I clenched around him so hard that he swore.

I leaned back on my arms and let him see all of it.

His hands slid down to my thighs and held them wide.

The new angle put him against a spot inside me that made my toes curl.

"There," I gasped. "Right there. Don't you dare move."

"I'm not moving."

"Your hands are moving."

"They want to."

"Then let them."

He gripped my ass and pulled me down onto him in short hard rolls, and I threw my head back and moaned at the ceiling.

I watched him through half-shut eyes, the sweat on his chest, the pink on his cheekbones, his mouth open on my name.

"You look like that every time I move," I told him.

"I feel like that every time you move."

"I'm close," he said. "Rue, I'm close, I can't, it's too much, it's coming twice."

"Not yet."

"I can't hold it."

"You can hold it."

I slowed down, so slow it was torture, and I felt him tremble through his whole frame.

"Good," I said, low. "That's it. You're doing so well, Dray."

He whimpered.

The Alpha of the Notch pack whimpered in my ear, with my braid wrapped around his fist.

I slid my hand down and rubbed my clit in small tight circles while I moved on him.

The pleasure came up fast, from low in my back, hot and heavy.

"Watch me," I said. "Watch me come on your cock."

He watched.

I ground down against him and let it break.

It crashed through me in long waves, and I cried out and bucked against him and said his name three times.

My pussy clamped around him in pulses.

He groaned and said "Rue, Rue, Rue" in a voice that was falling apart.

"Now," I said. "Come for me. Now."

He grabbed my hips, thrust up once, hard, and came.

It tore out of him with a shout that rattled the window.

I felt every pulse of it deep inside me, hot and wet.

I held his face and watched it happen to him.

He shook for a full minute, whole body locked, a tear sliding down into his hair.

When it let go of him, he went limp and dragged me down against his chest.

I lay on him with my cheek on his collarbone, and his heart pounded under me.

For a long time, neither of us moved.

"Twice," he whispered finally. "I felt it twice. And each time, I thought I might die."

"You're not dead."

"No."

"How do you feel?"

His arms tightened around me.

"Like I've been underwater for years," he said, "and you just let me breathe."

I ran my fingers through his damp hair.

He was still inside me.

I could feel him softening, slowly, in no hurry at all.

I could feel my own pulse, and my own breathing, and my own hands.

No silver and no hum, and no moon telling me what to want.

I lifted my head and looked down at him.

"That one was mine," I said. "Not the moon's."

He looked up at me, still wet-eyed.

"I know," he said. "That's the only part that doesn't hurt."

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