MATED TO THE SECRET ALPHA
Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Chapter 206

Warning: R18+

He grabbed her hips and spun her around, slamming her chest against the wall, as her breath whooshed out in a grunt. One hand shoved her dress up to her waist, the other wrapped around her throat from behind, holding her steady but not choking. His scent rolled over her –musk, forest, fire... and it only made her hotter.

"You want rough?" he rasped, grinding against her soaked core. "You want to be claimed?"

She pushed her ass back against him, letting out a snarled moan. "Do it. Stop treating me like I’ll break."

That broke him.

He yanked her panties down in one hard pull, baring her to the cold air. The contrast made her tremble, but it was nothing compared to the fever burning between her thighs.

He thrust into her in one brutal stroke, no warning, no teasing – and she screamed. It was too much, yet not enough.

Her claws elongated, scraping across the wall and leaving claw marks as Ryder pounded into her, hips snapping forward with savage rhythm. His grip on her throat tightened just enough to ground her. Her body shuddered with each thrust, legs nearly giving out, but he held her firm, using her body like it belonged to him. And it did.

"You feel like fire," he growled.

"You’re not going hard enough," she snapped, panting. "Ruin me, Ryder."

He grunted like an animal, then reached down to grab her thigh and hiked her leg up onto the stone table beside them. The new angle made her cry out, walls clenching around him as he drove deeper and rougher.

She twisted to look at him over her shoulder, eyes wild. Her hair was a mess, falling into her face as her body shook with every punishing thrust. "Harder."

Ryder snarled, snapping his hips forward so viciously her legs almost snapped. He grabbed her hair, yanked her up so her back hit his chest, and fucked her standing.

Reana groaned, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood.

"You’ll be fine," Ryder rasped into her ear.

Her head dropped back on his shoulder, body trembling with tension as tears blurred her eyes. "I need to come," she whimpered, and it wasn’t weakness – It was demand.

He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, brutal circles. His other arm clamped across her chest, pinning her to him as he drove into her like a beast gone mad.

The orgasm hit her like a wildfire.

Her body seized, back arching, scream ripped from her throat as her core clenched around him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He chased his own release, lips at her neck, teeth grazing her tender spot, aching to mark her, to own her.

"Come inside me," she gasped. "Now. Now."

He let out a broken growl, shoved deep one last time, and spilled into her with a savage cry. Her name was a curse on his lips as he held her tight through it, body trembling from the force of it all.

They collapsed forward onto the stone table, bodies slick with sweat, breath ragged.

He didn’t wait long before carrying her to the bed.

The world slowly returned to focus.

Reana’s body ached in the most delicious way, a deep, familiar throb that matched the slow rhythm of her heartbeat. Ryder’s weight pressed her down into the soft bed, but now it felt different. The tension had dissolved, replaced by warmth. A quiet hum of comfort.

His hands were gentle now, smoothing over her skin as though he couldn’t bear to hurt her, even if she’d begged for it moments ago. He brushed a lock of damp hair from her forehead, his touch tender, reverent. The same hands that had held her down, that had taken her with unrelenting hunger, now held her like she was something precious, something to protect.

Reana’s eyes fluttered open, still hazy from the aftershocks that lingered through her body. She didn’t move at first, just lay there, listening to the steady rise and fall of Ryder’s chest against her back. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the hard lines of his body still pressing into hers, but in a way that was grounding, not suffocating.

"You good?" he whispered into her ear, his voice soft, almost unsure, a rare thing for him.

She nodded, her throat tight as the remnants of her breath came in slow, deep inhales. She felt sore in the best way.

Ryder’s arms tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She let herself sink into his chest, her back to his front. It was a natural fit. Like they belonged there together. He nuzzled her neck, pressing a gentle kiss there, followed by a soft laugh.

"I wasn’t planning on that," he admitted, voice low but full of affection. "But damn, you make me lose control."

"I don’t mind," she murmured, turning her head to meet his gaze, their eyes locking. There was still that raw, undeniable heat in his eyes, but it was tempered now with something quieter. Something softer.

His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, slow and tender, as if savoring the moment. "You’re sure? You’re not in pain?"

"No," she said, her voice soft. "It’s not pain. I feel light and free."

He smiled, a real smile that reached his eyes and made the air between them feel lighter.

He shifted, rolling her onto her side so they were facing each other, his body still close, his warmth radiating toward her. His hand came to rest on her cheek, the touch lingering.

....

Meanwhile, in another Stonefang Quarters, the masked man lay on his back, bare and breathless, his gold mask discarded and forgotten on the cold floor.

The harsh lines of his body gleamed with sweat, his chest rising and falling like a beast just unleashed.

Beside him, Astra curled inward, her limbs tangled in torn sheets. Her hair clung to her damp skin, wild and knotted, and her wild eyes were dull with tears, staring at the stone ceiling above.