Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 251

even’s Pov

I released a low moan as his hands slid up my inner thighs.

My back arched instinctively, heat pooling low and wild inside me.

The cool air in the room teased every inch of my skin, while his fingers traced lazy circles higher and higher, deliberately slow, maddeningly slow.

I tried to grab his wrists, to pull him closer, to make him stop teasing and give me what I craved… but the cuffs around my wrists only rattled faintly, reminding me I was entirely at his mercy.

Derick chuckled softly under his breath, a sound so dark and smooth it made my pulse skip.

“You’re so impatient,” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly over the sensitive skin of my thigh.

“Please…” I breathed out, already too far gone to care how desperate I sounded. “Stop teasing me and just”

He looked up at me, eyes blazing with dominance and fondness all twisted into something dangerously addictive.

“As a good sub,” he whispered, voice low and commanding, “you keep quiet. You obey. You trust me.”

His thumb pressed lightly over my clothed heart, making me gasp.

“You don’t want to attract punishment, do you?”

A shiver tore through me as fear and desire tangled into euphoric chaos. I swallowed hard and shook my head.

“No… Master…”

His smile was soft. Loving. But there was hunger beneath it hunger for me.

“That’s right,” he said. “My good girl.”

My eyes fluttered shut as I sank into the feeling of his hands roaming my body.

His fingertips brushed over the chains holding my wrists, then drifted back down, gliding along the curve of my hips, slow enough to make me whimper.

To him, this was a masterpiece

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a moment to savor.

To me, it was torment laced with bliss.

When his hands finally reached my breasts, he cupped them gently, thumbs sweeping over my nipples still covered by my bra.

My breath hitched. Every nerve felt supercharged, electricity sparking wherever he touched. He leaned in, lips brushing my chin, then my throat, then lower…

“Let me see you,” he whispered.

One simple touch and the clasp of my bra came undone. The garment fell away, and cold air kissed my bare skin, but that chill disappeared the second his warm hands claimed me again.

He rubbed soft circles that made heat coil tight in my stomach.

Then his mouth replaced his hand.

He closed his lips around my left nipple, his tongue tracing a slow, exquisite pattern that made my knees. press together involuntarily.

I couldn’t hold back my moan; it spilled out, loud and needy.

He hummed approvingly against my skin.

“Louder,” he said. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

His free hand rolled and tugged my other nipple, applying just enough pressure to draw another moan this one deeper, rawer.

My head fell back, a cry escaping me before I could stop it.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pride evident in his tone.

He continued, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing nips, leaving me breathless, and my nipples swollen and tingling.

The more he played with me, the more I shook; every touch was like fire licking across my nerves.

Time felt unreal. Nebulous. All that existed was his mouth and hands, worshipping and claiming all at once.

My body ached for more.

He let go only when I was trembling, panting, nipples red and overly sensitive.

His eyes locked with mine.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes…” I choked out. “Master… please.”

That one word please lit something primal in his gaze.

He moved down my body, trailing open–mouthed kisses from my ribs to my stomach. I felt every breath he exhaled against me.

My entire body was shaking with anticipation knowing where he was heading, knowing he would take his

time getting there.

Then-

Rrrip.

My panties tore clean in two.

A shock of air met my exposed heat, and I gasped, clenching my fists around the chains.

Derick inhaled, eyes closing for one brief moment, overwhelmed by the sight of me spread out beneath him like an offering.

“So beautiful…” he whispered, reverent… almost undone himself.

“Everything about you is perfect.”

His hands slid up my thighs again, but this time, with purpose. Strong, slow strokes that had me trembling and breathing in tiny, broken gasps.

He drew out every sensation, letting me feel the build, the need, and the desperation rising inside me like a wave about to crash.

“Open your eyes,” he said softly.

I forced them open

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and nearly lost myself in the intensity of his stare.

“I want you to look at me,” he said. “I want you to see how much I want you.”

His palm pressed gently over my inner thigh, guiding my legs further apart. My heart pounded so hard I could hear the rush of blood in my ears.

“You are safe with me,” he whispered against my skin. “Always.”

He took his time, exploring every inch of me, slow enough to set my nerves on fire. His lips brushed tenderly across sensitive places, his hands holding me steady as if I might break.

I was burning alive.

He finally lifted himself up, kissing my stomach once more before standing from the bed the loss of his warmth making me ache for him instantly.

The sound of a drawer opening filled the silence.

Then his voice, low and reassuring, came again:

“I’ll take care of you.”

He returned, with a condom crinkling in his hand. He tore the packet open, gaze never leaving mine.

Without shame, without hesitation, he slipped the protection onto himself.

The look he gave me then….

Possessive, devoted, hunger.

Like he would give me the world and take me apart in the same breath.

He climbed back onto the bed, his movements careful, controlled.

He positioned himself between my legs, his body hovering just above mine warm skin pressed to warm skin, his weight comforting and thrilling all at once.

His hand slid under my jaw, tilting my face up to him.

“If anything feels too intense… too much… you tell me. I will stop right away.”

I nodded, breathless.

“Yes, Master.”

His lips brushed mine gently. “Say it again.”

“Yes… Master.”

He closed his eyes for one moment the effect of those words clearly hitting him deep.

“I love the sound of that…” he whispered. “You submitting to me so willingly… it makes me want to worship you and ruin you in all the best ways.”

He kissed me slowly, tenderly, and deeply, while his hand stroked my cheek like I was something precious.

His body moved closer, every inch aligning perfectly against me heat to heat, heartbeat to heartbeat.

The anticipation alone was enough to break me.

His mouth trailed along my jaw before returning to my lips his kiss growing deeper, hungrier. He swallowed every whimper, every breath, every tremble.

“Are you ready for me?” His whisper ghosted across my lips.

“Yes…” I breathed. “Please.”

He smiled softly, his forehead resting against mine.

“I’ve got you.”

The world seemed to vanish reduced to feeling only. His hands grounding me, his voice guiding me, pleasure building into something overwhelming and sweet and impossible to contain.

I clung to the chains, my voice echoing his name again and again, like a prayer.

Like he was the only thing I believed in.

Time blurred. We moved together exploring, discovering, and giving in to every pulse of desire.

He shifted us into different positions, leading gently but confidently, his hands steady on my hips, my back, and my jaw making sure I never felt anything but cherished, wanted, and adored.

Every sound he made was pure devotion.

Every sound I made… he welcomed.

When exhaustion finally washed over us both, he eased back, breathing heavy, chest rising and falling against

mine.

He reached up and unhooked the cuffs with a soft metallic click.

My arms fell free, trembling. He immediately pulled me close, his body curling protectively around mine. His fingers brushed my cheek as he whispered,”Everything about you… is perfect.”

My heart stuttered. A warmth spread through my chest so intense it almost hurt. I wasn’t just desired. I was

seen.

I closed my eyes, letting the moment swallow me whole, letting myself feel something I was always afraid to feel