Trapped with the Alpha King (Althea) novel Chapter 38

Begging

Althea’s eyes met his just as he pushed forward, the thick head of his shaft sliding against her slick folds. The sensation made her gasp, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Slowly, he pressed in, stretching her inch by inch until he was fully sheated inside her, filling her so deeply she could barely breathe.

“Gavriel…” Her voice was breathless, half a plea, half a moan.

He gritted his teeth, savoring the tight, hot feel of her around him. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice thick with possession, before drawing back and thrusting into her again—harder this time.

Her back arched, the bed creaking beneath them as he set a rhythm that was slow but powerful, each thrust hitting deep and making her toes curl. Her nails dug into his skin, clinging to him like she never wanted to let go.

“Faster,” she whispered without realizing, her hips lifting to meet his every stroke.

A feral smirk tugged at his lips. He picked up the pace, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the bedchamber, mingling with her soft cries and his deep grunts. His hand slid between them, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in tight circles that made her cry out.

Her walls clenched around him, her breathing becoming shallow, desperate. “Gavriel… I’m—”

“Come for me,” he growled, driving into her harder, faster, until her release tore through her.

Her vision blurred, her body shuddering uncontrollably as pleasure consumed her completely.

He didn’t stop—his thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged until he buried himself deep inside her with a final groan, spilling his release and holding her tightly as if afraid to let her go.

For a moment, the world was nothing but the sound of their breaths and the pounding of their hearts.

Then he pulled back slightly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her damp face. “I told you… I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, his smirk promising more.

Althea thought her body couldn’t take any more, but the way Gavriel’s eyes darkened as he stayed inside her told her otherwise. His shaft was still hard, throbbing, refusing to soften even after his release.

Her chest rose and fell in quick breaths, her body flushed and damp, yet the hunger in his gaze made her core clench again.

“You’re not done either,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Your body wants more.”

Before she could reply, he shifted, rolling her onto her stomach. His large hands spread her butt cheeks apart, and she gasped as she felt him slide back into her from behind, deeper than before.

“Ahh—Gavriel!” she cried, clutching at the sheets as the new angle had him striking a spot inside her that made her whole body jolt.

He grunted, his hips snapping against her with a punishing rhythm, one hand gripping her waist while the other slid up her spine to fist in her hair. He pulled her head back so her back arched, forcing her to take every hard thrust.

“Louder,” he demanded, his mouth grazing her ear. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

Her voice broke in a raw moan, “Gavriel!”

“I don’t care where you come from, Althea,” he growled low against her ear, his breath hot, his voice almost feral. “I don’t care what you can do. In my eyes, you’re mine. Entirely, completely, irreversibly mine.”

Her body quivered under the weight of his words, but before she could answer, his grip tightened around her waist, dragging her closer. His tone dropped darker, warning, possessive.

“But remember this, whatever powers you carry, whatever secrets you hide—don’t you dare use them in a way that puts you in danger and a tight spot. Because here, you’re meant to be a prisoner.” His hips shifted, pressing hard against her, making her arch. “But since fate made you my mate, I will keep you here… pinned in my bed, marked by me, every single time.”

The last word was punctuated by his sudden thrust. He pulled out to the edge only to slam back inside her with such force her cry broke the air.

Althea’s nails dug into his shoulders, her teeth biting down on her swollen lip as another flood of sensation ripped through her. Every drag of his shaft felt deeper, rougher, more consuming than before.

Her mind screamed that this was too much, too soon, but her body betrayed her, clinging to him, trembling as though it needed every punishing stroke he gave.

Gavriel’s eyes blazed down at her, wild and hungry. His pace grew merciless, his hips driving with primal force, each thrust making the bed creak beneath them.

“You’ll never leave this bed untouched, Althea,” he groaned, his hand sliding back to seize her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Not while I breathe. Not while this bond burns between us. You belong here—with me—writhing, gasping, and begging for more.”

Her cry broke free again when he angled his thrusts, hitting that tender spot inside her that made her vision blur. The sun outside was still blazing, but in that room, there was nothing but shadows, heat, and the ruthless claim of her mate.