(Amaia)

(NSFW Content Ahead)

I must have done something extraordinary to be blessed by Alnilam’s smile, twice in a single day.

I blink at him, rapidly, ensuring it’s not a dream and he is real. The smiling Alnilam is real.

If it’s a dream, never wake me up because smiling Alnilam is the most gorgeous man in the world. The way his hard features just mellow down when he smiles. The way his cheeks fill up and the rigidity just disappears.

I can watch him all day, all night, just this damn smile he has blessed me with.

"Smile more. I love your smile," I warmly say, almost melting under that stretch of his lips.

My hands feel the softened contours of his face and he keeps that smile going.

"If you wish for it. I will reserve it only for you."

Me? Only for me?

This man is going to give me a heart attack.

My wings get tired and I slip down but Alnilam catches me in his strong arms, tightening them against my waist and hips.

"Give them a break." He carries me towards the mattress. It’s the same mattress the guys had arranged last time when I had fallen unconscious.

Strangely it’s still there.

Gently Alnilam lays me down on it. My wings flatten underneath me and I can sense them relaxed.

My eyes remain on Alnilam. He stands right beside me. His slim hands land on the front buttons of his uniform.

My breathing becomes uneven, my chest rises and falls, decorated with my long hair.

Slowly, he begins to unfasten them, keeping his blackish-violet gaze on me.

"Snow says you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen," Alnilam tells me and I smile.

"Snow, you are also mightiest of the wolves. Don’t tell the other two." I wink at him and hear a small howl escape Alnilam’s mouth.

It’s Snow, giving his approval. This makes me let out a small laugh.

Alnilam lets his uniform drop, leaving himself in his fitted slacks. With difficulty, I swallow and watch his slim fingers, open the hook and pull them down.

His magnanimous-sized member springs free and I let out a small squeak, like a mouse.

His sharp gaze finds me and there is a hint of amusement. The right brow gets raised in question.

"Second thoughts? Or approval?" He daringly questions. Such a perfect specimen, my man is.

"For you, it’s only approval," I whisper and his magic bursts forward, making his hair gather around my wrists and ankles like silvery ropes.

He pushes my arms up and legs open and a desperate groan of pleasure leaves me. His hair tingles me, adds to the heat of this moment, the moment we are going to become one.

The combined emotions of the other four worm inside my heart through the bond and I know they are having a brotherly moment outside.

Alnilam comes to stand in front of me so I can worship his body with my eyes. Every bit he possesses is perfectly sculpted, not too muscular, not too lean, just the perfect combination of muscles and strength.

I wish to touch him but he is holding my hands captive.

His warm body comes to press upon my needy one and I let out a relieved: "Hah!"

Alnilam’s right hand lands on my forehead and he pushes some of the strands away.

"You are like an iron butterfly. At times flimsy and occasionally, strong and resilient. I am so very proud of you with everything you have accomplished and will continue to."

He rubs himself against my core, teasing me with his hardened length. His chest presses and slides against my tweaked breasts.

Smooth and rough, at the same time.

My mind refuses to register his words or formulate a response. It’s too busy enjoying the feel of his body and hair against mine. They work in tandem, giving me equal pleasure.

"Mhm!" I am only able to mumble when his toes slide against my lower legs and his lips come to rest on the side of my neck. The soft juncture between my collarbone and neck. Feathery kiss he places there like the touch of a petal and I whimper, my toes curl.

He continues to tease me until I am a tied-up shuddering mess.

To my disappointment, Alnilam raises itself from above my body, severing the connection.

I groan with need and he bemuses with a hint of tease. "Do you know how many nerve endings are in your skin?"

I am not sure why he is asking biology questions. "This is not a session, Professor Alnilam." I wrinkle my nose at him and he continues to smile at me.

I hadn’t thought that Alnilam would ever smile at me this much.

"What do I always tell you, my star? Be patient, it will enrapture you. Take a guess."

"One million," I take a wild guess and he shakes his head.

"More than four million and I wish I could activate every single one of them so you feel the endless pleasures which will leave you enthralled."

Before I can register what Alnilam is saying or doing, he plants his hands on both sides of my body and lifts his whole body up. His legs remain on the insides of my hips.

His hair waves all around him as if the wind has somehow picked up. Like thin charged rods, crackling with static electricity they descend on me.

Every hair pricks a different part of my skin, like a blunt needle but the combined effect is so magical, so delicate, so enticing, so intimate that I scream in pleasure.

It’s like he is probing my skin, stimulating it, intensifying my ability to feel.

I struggle against his hair but they hold me firm, shackling me, tickling me in such evocative manners that I can do nothing but....FEEL.

He is doing exactly what he has said and has dipped me in an ocean of pleasure stimulating those four million nerve endings.

Alnilam is always full of surprises and this is something I have never experienced before.

And then something soft and yet firm nudges against my entrance and in my euphoric state I stare down with my half-laden eyes to find a bundle of his hair penetrating me.