Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Evaline:

I ran my fingertips over the lean muscle of his thigh, my nails barely grazing the skin. It was a teasing touch. A promise. He clenched his jaw, his breath catching. That small reaction gave me confidence I didn't know I possessed.

I had never done anything like this before with anyone. But the way he responded, like every inch of him was attuned to me, told me I wasn't fumbling. I was learning, and he was willing to let me explore every part of him.

I pressed a kiss to his other thigh, softer this time, and felt the tension in his body deepen. His fingers curled into tight fists, turning his knuckles pale.

"Eva," he breathed. My name, nothing more. But the way he said it - hoarse, low, needy - it was enough to make my heart race.

I looked up at him, taking in the way his chest was rising and falling rapidly, while he struggled to keep the hunger in his gaze barely in check. And still, he didn't move. He didn't rush me. He let me lead, let me take my time. There was something beautiful about that trust. Powerful.

So, I finally stopped torturing him. My fingers wrapped around his length, and I felt the shudder that rippled through his body. His breath hitched again, and his eyes - stars, those eyes - never left mine.

"You are driving me mad," he whispered, his voice strained.

I smiled, my confidence growing as I watched his every reaction. "Good," I said, barely above a murmur. "Maybe now you'll understand what you do to me."

He let out a low, almost growling sound, half-laugh, half-moan, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly. And then, I leaned in and took the crown of his length into my mouth.

His gasp was immediate, sharp and unguarded, and it made something flutter wildly in my chest. I felt the tremor that ran through him as I explored him with slow, deliberate care - unhurried, curious, reverent.

There was power in this, not the kind that demanded submission, but the kind that bloomed from mutual trust, from the way he allowed himself to unravel beneath my hands, beneath my lips.

I used my tongue to trace the veins of his length, wrapped it over the crown before taking him in again and giving him a hard suck while my fingers moved over the length I wasn't able to take in.

His fingers remained curled tightly as he forced himself to stay still. I knew he could have taken control at any second, he was more than strong enough, but he didn't. He let me have this moment. Let me be the one who made him lose control piece by piece.

When I glanced up, his eyes were still locked on me, burning with so much emotion it made my breath catch. Lust, yes. But also awe. Devotion. Need.

"You don't know what you are doing to me," he said, his voice low and wrecked.

I smiled and continued to play with his length while my other hand moved to find his balls. I felt him getting harder under my touch, if that was even possible considering he was already hard as a rod.

I continued with my sloppy moves, moving up and down on his length for few more minutes before his hand finally grabbed my arm and I was pulled up to stand.

Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me like he was dying of hunger. I welcomed the kiss, allowing entrance to his tongue and kissed him back just as passionately.

His mouth devoured mine. The hunger in his kiss sent sparks down my spine, awakening something raw and trembling in me. My hands clung to his shoulders, holding on as if letting go would unravel me completely.

He started backing me up until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed. He then lowered me onto the mattress with gentle but unyielding insistence, our lips still locked, our breaths mingling in the heated space between us.

His hands moved with reverence, tracing the curve of my waist, the line of my ribs, until they moved to my back and found the clasp of my bra.

He paused then, breaking the kiss just long enough to meet my eyes. "Can I?" he whispered.

I nodded, unable to form words.

He unhooked the clasp with a flick of his fingers, but removed the silk as if it was the most delicate thing he had ever touched. He looked at me as though he was seeing something sacred, something precious. It made my breath hitch.

"You look fucking delicious, love," he complimented.

I chuckled at his choice of words but the sound turned into a moan when he bent his head and pressed a kiss just above my heart. Then another. And another.

His lips moved slowly, exploring me in a way that made every nerve in my body stand to attention. He kissed the swell of my breasts, the valley between them, the sensitive skin just below. Each kiss was soft, deliberate, filled with a quiet kind of worship.

I arched under him when he finally took one sensitive peak into his mouth. A moan escaped me before I could hold it back. His tongue moved with slow circles, sending pleasure rippling through me. One of his hands cupped my other breast, teasing it gently, making my skin feel too tight for my bones.

I buried my fingers in his hair, holding him there, and he let me guide him, let me show him where I needed more. When he moved to the other side, I bit my lip to stifle another sound, only for him to glance up and say, "Don't hide your sounds from me, Eva. I want to hear all of them."

My breath started coming in short, shallow bursts as he continued his path downward, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my stomach. My muscles trembled under his mouth, my hips shifting restlessly.

When he reached the waistband of my panties, he paused again, his eyes on mine.

I nodded once more, this time more eagerly, and lifted my hips slightly to help him.

He peeled the fabric down slowly, kissing each newly revealed inch of skin like it was the most precious discovery. By the time he dropped the garment on the floor, I was trembling.