Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Waves of Surrender

SONIA’S POV

I grew shy once he got naked. The impulsive urge to be dangerous was still there, but I just wasn’t brave enough to watch him unclothed while he could see me. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I turned my face away, staring at the gentle ripples on the water instead. My heart beat so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

He noticed I averted my gaze, and the next thing I felt was his hand on my chin. His fingers were warm and firm as they slowly turned my face toward him, then lifted it. The touch sent little sparks dancing across my skin.

"Look at me," he said in a hoarse voice that made me purr deep inside my chest. The sound came out soft and needy, surprising even me.

I looked at him. From his dark eyes that seemed to pull me in, down to his pursed lips, further down to his throat and its vivid apple. My breath caught at how strong and masculine everything about him looked in the soft morning light.

My hand reached for his throat on its own, and my fingers gently stroked the bulge there. The skin felt warm and alive under my touch, pulsing slightly with his heartbeat. Fascination twinkled in my eyes as I moved my hand lower to his chest. His muscles were firm and broad, rising and falling with each breath. I traced the lines of his shoulders next. They were so strong, like they could carry the weight of the whole world.

"You’re so strong," I said, completely in awe. My voice came out soft and breathless.

My hands continued to travel down. As they did, the memory of the previous day popped up in my head. Me on my knees, loving that part of him I was soon going to touch. My cheeks burned hotter at the thought.

I wondered what it felt like. My mouth had gotten the prize yesterday. Now it was my hands’ turn.

"Do you want to touch me?" His question pulled me back to the present. His voice was low and rough.

I looked up. His eyes had darkened, and they were squinted slightly, like he was holding something back. They looked like a pool of dark pleasure that made my stomach flutter.

"Yes," I replied unashamedly. The word slipped out before I could feel any shame.

His hand covered mine, and gently, he wrapped it around his hardness. The moment my fingers closed around him, I gasped. It was so hot and thick, jumping slightly in my palm like it had a life of its own. My mouth formed a small "o" when it began to grow even bigger under my touch, swelling and hardening.

"It’s so—" His harsh breath stopped my words, and I looked up to see his eyes squeezed tight. His jaw was clenched, and a low groan rumbled in his throat.

To be able to give someone that much pleasure was something so new to me. Yet, I wanted to do it all the time. I wanted to please him.

Following my instincts, I began to move my hand back and forth, copying the motion of my mouth from the previous day. The skin felt smooth and velvety over the hardness beneath. Every stroke made his breathing grow heavier.

"So—" The sound of my name from his lips faded into a deep groan.

"Am I hurting you?" I innocently asked, confused but very much curious. My hand paused for a second.

"No," he said, but his hand suddenly covered mine, stopping me from moving. His grip was warm and slightly trembling.

"Why?" I questioned in confusion. My body felt hot all over, like I was burning from the inside.

He opened his eyes, and they had grown from dark to haunting. "It’s my turn," he replied.

"For what?"

"To show you some kind of pleasure. You went through the pain, didn’t you?" He asked, his eyes roaming the length of my body. His gaze felt like a physical touch, making my skin tingle everywhere it landed.

"What pain?" I was still confused. Or maybe I had just forgotten. Every time he was close to me, I lost myself in him. It was a tragedy, but beautiful.

"This morning," he leaned into my ear, and my nipples grew another inch, tightening into hard peaks. His warm breath brushed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Someone saved you from my wrath. How do you feel about that?"

Before I could even gather enough words, I felt two fingers on my nipples. They circled slowly at first, then pinched gently. A rush of pleasure jolted through me, and I let out a soft yelp. My knees felt weak.

I bit my lips when he began to rub and tweak the buds. The sensation shot straight down between my legs, making me wet and achy.

"You want to run don’t you?" He asked before I even got the chance to respond to the previous question.

I nodded, because I didn’t trust any word that would come out of my mouth. My thighs pressed together, trying to ease the throbbing there.

"Do you?" He pinched my nipple a little harder when I didn’t respond with words. The sharp pleasure made me gasp.

"Yes," I breathed.

"You have to answer my questions then. In fact, I forbid every run until you answer my question."

He moved to the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. My core began throbbing needily, growing slick with desire.

"What did you feel when you were saved by another alpha?"

I couldn’t understand why he wanted me to think of the pain he caused me to go through when he was giving me such pleasure. My mind felt foggy.

"I don’t—" He squeezed, and I whimpered, the sound escaping before I could stop it.

"Don’t tell me you don’t know. I want to hear what was in your heart when Liam saved you. When you looked into his eyes and discovered it wasn’t me, how did you feel?"

I saw him dip his finger in his mouth before I closed my eyes. It just couldn’t remain open when I couldn’t focus on anything other than soaring. The wet warmth of his finger returned to my nipple, circling and teasing.

"I was too scared. I don’t—"

His wet finger touched my nipple again, and I quivered. The cool air mixed with the wetness made everything more sensitive.

"Don’t tell me you don’t know," he repeated.

Tears instantly gathered in my eyes. It was so much pleasure. Maybe too much for my innocent body to bear. My legs shook slightly.

This was nothing like his beta had done to me. After that experience, I never thought I would freely be able to let anyone touch my body.

Look at me now. My head was thrown back, my eyes shut tightly, and saliva dripped from my slightly parted lips. Soft moans kept slipping out no matter how hard I tried to hold them back.

"I didn’t feel anything. I only thought of the pain you caused me," I managed to answer. My voice came out shaky and breathy.

A small moan escaped my lips when I felt moisture on my breasts again. His mouth suddenly covered my breast, hot and wet. He sucked gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

I jerked, my thighs parting on their own accord. The ache between my legs grew stronger, almost unbearable.

"Hmmmm, so responsive," he spoke with my nipple in his mouth, and then began to suck on it again. The vibrations from his voice sent fresh waves of pleasure through me.

My hand went behind his head, fingers threading through his hair. He had lowered himself, and my hand saw an opportunity to grab it, holding him closer.

"Please," I pleaded desperately. Whatever for, I didn’t know. I just wanted him to have mercy on me. It was too much. Too good, but I didn’t for the life of me want him to stop.

Just when I was getting into the realms of madness, he switched to the other breast and began to devour it. His teeth grazed lightly, followed by soothing licks that made me whimper.

"Yes," I breathed out. "Yes please."

He straightened and attacked my lips, barely giving me room to breathe. Our mouths moved together hungrily, tongues tasting and exploring. I could taste myself on him, and it made me even wetter.

Then he pulled back and went to my nipples again. The actions were so rapid, I didn’t have time to breathe in between. His mouth was hot and insistent, sucking and licking until my whole body trembled.

All I could remember as I felt my body stiffen was screaming out his name. Pleasure crashed over me like a wave, making my legs buckle and my core pulse hard. I clung to him, shaking as the feeling washed through every part of me.