Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 105

Mated to Her Alpha Instructor

Chapter 105

Eileen

I took his hand and led him to the bed. “Lie back.”

He obeyed, settling against the pillows, his body tense with restraint. I could see it in every line of him—the barely controlled power, the predator forcing itself to be still for its mate.

I climbed onto the bed beside him, my hand trembling as I placed it on his chest. His heart thundered beneath my palm, as fast as my own.

“You can touch me,” I whispered. “But let me lead.”

His hands came up to my waist, settling there with careful restraint. “Anything you want.”

I kissed him then, pouring everything into it—gratitude and love and fierce, possessive need. Mine. This powerful Alpha, this man who could tear apart enemies without breaking a sweat, was choosing to surrender control to me.

My hands explored his body, relearning every plane and angle. When I wrapped my fingers around his length, he bucked with a strangled curse.

“God, Eileen—”

He was thick and hard and burning hot in my grip. I stroked experimentally, watching his face contort with pleasure, feeling his iron control begin to fracture through our bond.

“Show me,” I whispered. “Show me how you like it.”

His hand covered mine, guiding my rhythm—firm strokes with a twist at the head that made him groan. I could feel him pulse against my palm, could feel the slick precum making everything slippery.

“Just like that,” he gritted out. “Fuck, just like that.”

I worked him until he was panting, his hips lifting to meet my hand. Through our bond, I felt his pleasure spiraling higher, felt him getting close to the edge.

“Stop,” he gasped. “If you don’t stop, I’ll—”

“Not yet.” I released him, ignoring his frustrated growl. “I’m not done with you.”

Before I could lose my nerve, I swung my leg over his hips, straddling him. His hands immediately tightened on my waist, steadying me, his cock pressing hot and insistent against my center.

I was already wet—had been since the moment we’d started touching—but the reality of what I was about to do made my heart race. I’d never been on top before, never been the one in control.

“I want you.” I reached between us, positioning him at my entrance. “All of you.”

I sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but the fullness—the feeling of him filling me completely—was everything. I didn’t stop until I was seated fully in his lap, both of us gasping.

“Christ.” His head fell back against the pillows, every muscle in his neck standing out in stark relief. “You feel incredible. So tight around my cock.”

I gave myself a moment to adjust, feeling him pulse inside me, feeling my body flutter and clench around his length. Then I began to move.

It was clumsy at first—I didn’t know the rhythm, didn’t know the angle. But his hands guided me, helping me lift and sink, helping me find what felt good.

And when I did—when I angled just right and felt him hit something deep inside that made stars burst behind my eyes—I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat.

“There,” Regis growled, his grip tightening. “That’s it. Take what you need, love. Ride me. Use me.”

“Yes,” I sobbed, my legs wrapping around his waist. “God, yes.”

“Yours,” I gasped. “All yours. Forever—”

His teeth sank into my mark just as he drove in one final time, burying himself to the hilt. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the hot rush of his release as he came with a roar that shook the walls. The bond between us flared brilliant gold, and through it I felt everything—his pleasure, his love, his wolf’s triumphant claim.

Ours. Ours. Ours.

When the world came back into focus, we were tangled together, both trembling and gasping for breath. He’d collapsed partially on top of me, his weight comforting rather than crushing, his face still buried in my neck.

“I love you,” he whispered raggedly against my skin. “God, Eileen, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” My fingers traced patterns on his sweat-slicked back. “Thank you for—for letting me—”

“Thank you.” He lifted his head, and his eyes were human again, soft and full of wonder. “Thank you for choosing me. For trusting me. For giving me that gift tonight.”

I touched the moonstone where it lay on the bedside table, still glowing faintly in the darkness. “Every day. I choose you every day.”

He gathered me close, rolling to his side and pulling me against his chest. Our hearts beat together, gradually slowing from their frantic pace.

“You know what the best part is?” I murmured drowsily.

“What’s that?”

“Even apart, you’ll carry my scent. My intentions. My love.” I pressed my palm over his heart. “Right here.”

His arms tightened around me. “And I’ll guard it with my life. Just like I guard you.”