Chapter 15: Until Your Heat Breaks

Iris's POV

"The shirt on you," he said, hands already at the edge. "Take it off."

I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head.

I stood there in nothing, my skin flushed, my breath coming in short gasps. His eyes raked over me, dark and hungry, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips.

"Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough.

I shivered.

He knelt in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs, his mouth pressed to the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against my skin, his stubble scraping just enough to make me gasp.

“Rafael..." I gasped.

“Shh.” His tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, wet line up my thigh, closer,

I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Patience.”

His hands slid higher. I was soaking, my body aching for his touch.

"Please," I breathed. "Alpha...."

He groaned against my skin. "I love it when you say that."

"Alpha." My fingers curled deeper in his hair. "Please, I need..."

"I know what you need." He said. "I'm going to give you everything."

His fingers moved, parting my folds with a slow, deliberate touch that made my knees buckle. I moaned, my head tipping back.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, his fingers sliding through my wetness, circling my clit with a slow, maddening precision. “All for me.”

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. My hips rocked against his hand, my body begging for more.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his fingers sliding lower, teasing my entrance. “Taking my fingers so well.”

I whimpered as he pushed one inside me, my body tightening around him. His thumb kept circling my clit, his touch perfect.

“Another,” I gasped. “Please.”

He added a second finger, stretching me, his touch deep and slow. I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body aching for more.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his fingers curling inside me, finding that spot.

I cried out, my body convulsing around his fingers, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. He didn’t stop, his fingers pumping inside me, drawing it out, making me feel every second of it.

“Rafael...”

His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing my sounds, his tongue sliding against mine as his fingers kept working me.

I came again, my nails raking down his back.

He pulled his fingers free with a wet sound, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes locked onto mine as he licked them clean, his tongue swiping over his fingers, tasting me.

"You taste so good," whispered, his hands going to his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. "On the bed, now."

I didn’t argue.

The mattress was cool beneath my back, the sheets smooth against my skin. Rafael stood over me, his shirt gone, his chest broad and muscular, his cock thick and hard against his stomach.

He crawled over me, his body covering mine, his weight perfect. His mouth found mine again, his kiss deep and *khungry, his tongue sliding against mine as his hips ground against me, his cock thick and heavy against my thigh.

“You’re going to take me so well,” he growled, his voice rough. “Aren’t you?”

I nodded frantically, because I couldn't speak, my hips lifting, trying to pull him in.

He chuckled, his hand sliding between us, his fingers teasing my entrance. "Have patience.”

I whimpered, my body aching for him.

His fingers slid inside me again, stretching me, preparing me. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned. “So ready.”

“Yes I am,” I gasped.

He pulled his fingers free, positioning himself at my entrance. “Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze.

Then he was pushing inside, slow, inch by inch, letting me stretch around him. I moaned, my head tipping back, my body got tight around him.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his voice strained.

He bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, his cock deep inside me. I ached around him, my body full in a way that was almost too much.

Then he moved.

His thrusts were deep, rolling, hitting a spot inside me that made my toes curl. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body arching into his.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hand sliding under my ass, tilting my hips, changing the angle. “Take me so well.”

I couldn't breath, my body was his, my pleasure his, everything his.

His pace picked up, his thrusts harder, deeper, his cock hitting that spot over and over. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my gut.

“Rafael...I'm...”

“I know,” he groaned, his voice rough. “Let go, baby. Come for me.”

I did.

My body locked around him, my orgasm crashing over me, sharp and intense. I screamed, my nails digging into his back, my body convulsing around him.

He didn’t stop, driving me higher, his hand gripping my hip, his thrusts relentless.

His release was hot and deep. His teeth sank into my shoulder, not a bite, not yet, but close.

I screamed, my body shuddering around him, my orgasm drawing out, endless.

We stayed like that for a long time, breathless, his weight pinning me to the mattress. I could feel him inside me, thick and pulsing, and it kept my heat controlled, if only for a little while.

He finally pulled out, I whimpered at the loss, my body aching for more.

He rolled onto his back, pulling me against his side. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. “You should sleep."

The heat was quiet, not gone, I knew it wasn't gone, but satisfied for now, my body finally still after days of the relentless ache. I felt wrung out and settled and something I didn't have a clean word for.

My eyelids were heavy, my body exhausted.

The last thing I heard before I drifted off was him muttering, “You’re not leaving this room until your heat breaks.”