Chapter 0169

“I’m aware.” His teeth graze my earlobe once more before he lifts me effortlessly, draping me over his shoulder. He snatches my crutches with his free hand.

Zachary takes the stairs two at a time, his palm cupping my rear, fingertips pressing firmly against my aching core.

“Alone at last.” He sets me down gently, his hand immediately tangling in my hair. He pulls me into a searing kiss. A low growl vibrates from his chest.

He releases my hair, yanking my tee over my head and tossing it aside. His gaze sweeps over my black lace bra, lingering on the jagged scar running from my right shoulder down to my breast.

“How did this happen?” His voice is hushed.

“A long time ago. I barely recall.”

He traces the scar with a feather-light touch. “You have Alpha blood. Your healing is swift.”

“It was before I had Nyx. I fell on glass, I think. I was five or six.”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips follow the path of the scar, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

His fingers brush over my nipples through the lace. They harden instantly. He leans down, sucking each one through the fabric. The heat of his tongue makes them ache.

A moan escapes me. He tugs the bra down, taking a bare nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.

I ache for his touch lower, between my thighs, but he denies me. He draws out the tension until I’m dripping with need.

He pulls off his own shirt, revealing sculpted muscle and intricate tribal tattoos that cascade over his shoulders and chest, vanishing beneath his jeans.

He presses against me, his hard length straining against his jeans, nudging my thigh.

His hand finally slips into my shorts, but he only circles two fingers above my entrance.

“Zachary.” I whisper, arching back in frustration. I need him inside me. I need release.

He slows his movements. “Patience.” He nips my jaw, sending shivers through me.

A deep moan escapes as I grind against his hand. He stills, cupping me firmly. I wish I wore nothing.

His lips return to the fresh mark on my neck, teeth scraping gently. As another moan slips out, he shifts my thong aside and drives one finger in, then a second, a third.

Zachary holds me tight as my body convulses against him. Waves of pleasure crash over me.

As my hips slow to a gentle rock, he strips off my shorts and thong.

He lifts me, carrying me to the ottoman at the foot of my bed. Sitting, he pulls me onto his lap, facing away.

Spreading his legs, he carefully places mine over his, leaving me exposed.

We’re positioned before the full-length mirror. I watch my own slickness glistening between my thighs.

His hand glides over me, a finger tracing my folds before plunging deep. He growls as my wetness coats his hand, his thumb circling my clit.

“So fucking wet.” He murmurs in my ear, biting my lobe.

My head falls back against his shoulder.

“Watch.” He commands, forcing my head up.

In the mirror, his fingers are buried inside me. His other hand pinches my nipples, squeezing roughly as he thrusts relentlessly, thumb pressed firmly on my clit.

I can’t keep my head from rolling back. My back arches away from his chest as my climax crashes over me. He stills, letting me ride the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced until I collapse against him, completely spent.

“Oh, I’m just getting started, love.”