The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm

Chapter 84: 084: Need you

~ ROSELLE ~

In as much as I’m aware that I should be worried about what Elias said, my suppressed wolf fighting her way out, the strange healing, the heat cycle coming on, my body has other ideas.

My legs are aching from an overwhelming need. A deep, throbbing ache between my thighs that won’t let me think straight. Each subtle movement of my hips makes it worse.

Ronan walks up to me slowly, gathering me into his arms. "You’ll be fine..." he murmurs, his chin resting on top of my head, his warmth wrapping around me like a blanket.

His scent, a blend of vanilla, wood, and that distinctly masculine musk that’s uniquely his, fills my lungs, making the ache between my thighs intensify.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I try to move closer into his embrace, but he shifts slightly, as though he’s trying to give me space or being careful not to hurt me. The hesitation in his touch only makes the ache inside me worse.

"I know you care for me," I whisper, looking up at him, "but I’m not going to break if you touch me, Ronan."

"Rose..." he calls me finally, his voice a hoarse whisper as his grey eyes lock onto mine. The nickname sounds like a prayer on his lips.

The intensity in his gaze steals the air from my lungs. All I see in his eyes are three things: need, desire, and hunger. He feels this too. He wants this just as much as I do.

His lips crash against mine, claiming them with a fierce desperation that steals my breath away.

It’s not gentle like those soft kisses he gives me for goodnight, I could feel the desperation as he pours in his feeling, like he’s been holding back for days and can’t anymore. His tongue slides against mine, deep and possessive, tasting every inch of me as his hands roam down my sides.

He peels my clothes off bit by bit, worshipping every newly healed inch of skin like it’s sacred. His lips trail from my mouth to the nape of my neck, grazing it with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. I shiver, a soft moan escaping me as he moves lower, kissing along my collarbone, then down to my breasts.

He takes one into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling around my nipple until it’s tight and aching. His hand cups the other, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak in slow, teasing circles. I arch into him, fingers weaving through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Ronan..." I gasp, the pleasure shooting straight between my legs.

He moves lower, kissing down my stomach, his hands gently spreading my thighs as he settles between them. He looks up at me, eyes dark with lust but still full of love.

"Can I taste you?" he asks, voice rough. "I want to make you feel good, Rose. Let me worship you."

I nod frantically, too far gone to be shy. "Yes... please."

The first swipe of his tongue against my soaked folds makes me cry out. He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he’s savoring every drop. His tongue circles my clit, then dips inside me, fucking me with slow, deep strokes that have my hips bucking against his face.

"Oh Goddess..." I moan, my hands fisting the sheets. The pleasure is overwhelming, hot, wet, intense. Every lap of his tongue sends sparks racing through my veins. He sucks gently on my clit, then flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes up my entire slit, groaning like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs against me, the vibration making me whimper. "So sweet. So wet for me."

His mouth is relentless, sucking, licking, devouring me like a man starved. Two fingers slide inside me, curling just right, stroking a particularl spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes while his tongue works my clit in tight circles.

The pressure builds fast, too fast. My thighs tremble around his head, my back arching off the bed as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core.

"Ronan... oh fuck, Ronan..." I moan his name like a prayer, the sound breaking as the orgasm crashes over me. It hits hard, waves of blinding pleasure ripping through me as I cum on his tongue, my walls clenching around his fingers. I cry out, body shaking, thighs squeezing his head as he keeps licking me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I’m a trembling, oversensitive mess.

When I finally come down, he kisses his way back up my body, settling beside me and pulling me into his arms. His lips brush my forehead, my temple, my cheek.

"You’re so beautiful when you cum for me," he whispers, voice full of awe. "I could do that forever."

I bury my face in his chest, still breathing hard, the ache between my legs only partially satisfied.

"Rest for a bit," he murmurs, voice rough and low. "Catch your breath, Rose. I’m going to take my time with you tonight. I want to savor every second."

I can feel my face burning, cheeks flushed bright red under his intense gaze. He’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, like he can’t believe I’m really here with him.

"Ronan..." I whisper, my voice shaky with need and nerves. "What... what’s it like? Going into a full heat?"

He continues stroking me gently, his fingers brushing over my stomach, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above my mound.

"It’s your body preparing to be claimed," he says softly. "Your wolf wants to mate. Your temperature rises, your skin becomes hypersensitive, and that ache between your legs... it gets stronger. Your pussy will get wetter, swollen, desperate to be filled. You’ll need me inside you — fully. Knotting you. Breeding you. I’ll have to be there for you the entire time, giving you everything you need until the heat breaks. It can last hours... sometimes days."

I nod, swallowing hard, the throbbing between my thighs growing even more insistent at his words.

He leans in and kisses me again, slow and deep, before moving down my body. His mouth finds my breasts first, sucking and licking until I’m whimpering. Then he settles between my legs, spreading them gently.

He takes me into his mouth again.

The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming. His tongue laps at my soaked folds, slow and thorough, circling my clit before dipping inside me. I moan loudly, my hands fisting the sheets as waves of heat crash through me. He groans against me, the vibration making me shudder.

"You’re so fucking wet for me," he murmurs, voice muffled. He sucks gently on my clit, then slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his tongue works me relentlessly.

The orgasm builds fast. My thighs tremble around his head, my back arching as I cry out his name. "Ronan, oh Goddess, Ronan—"

I cum hard, my walls clenching around his fingers, pleasure ripping through me like lightning. He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and oversensitive, only then pulling back with a satisfied groan.

He moves up my body, letting me feel how hard he is — his thick, heavy cock pressing against my thigh through his pants. "Feel that?" he whispers. "That’s what you do to me."

I reach down tentatively, palming him through the fabric. He groans, hips bucking into my touch.

Finally, he positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. He looks down at me, eyes full of love and concern.

"It’s going to hurt at first," he says gently. "You’re so tight, Rose. But I’ll go slow. I’ll make it as good as I can for you. Tell me if it’s too much."

I nod, heart racing. "I trust you."

He kisses me deeply as he starts pushing in — slow, careful, inch by inch. The stretch burns, a sharp sting that makes me whimper into his mouth. He swallows the sound, kissing me through it, murmuring praises against my lips.

"You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking tight... taking me so well."

He pauses when he’s halfway in, letting me adjust, his hand stroking my side soothingly. Then he continues, slow and steady, until he’s fully seated inside me. The fullness is overwhelming, pleasure and pain mixing together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

He stays still for a long moment, buried deep, kissing me softly. "I’ve got you," he whispers. "I’ve got you, Rose."

When I finally relax around him, he starts moving — gentle, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, finding a rhythm that has me moaning his name again and again. The pain fades, replaced by pure, overwhelming pleasure.

He fucks me gently, lovingly, until I cum around him with a broken cry of his name. Only then does he let himself go, thrusting a few more times before spilling deep inside me with a low, guttural groan.