Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce!-Chapter 167
Aria’s POV
Kael’s words slammed into me.
My breath hitched, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat.
His hand on my thigh, burning through the fabric of my work pants, was a brand. His eyes, those intense black-gold depths, held no trace of amusement now. Only hunger. Possession.
The air crackled between us. His mouth crashed back onto mine, swallowing any sound I might have made. This kiss wasn’t tender. It was a conquest. His tongue plunged deep, claiming, demanding a response I couldn’t deny.
I gave it to him, my hands fisting in the expensive material of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. My legs tightened around his waist, anchoring myself against the wall as his hips ground against the juncture of my thighs. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against me, even through layers of clothing, sending shockwaves of pure want through my core.
One hand left my hip, fingers scrambling for the button of my pants. The zipper rasped down, a harsh sound in the sudden quiet of the office, broken only by our ragged breathing.
Cool air hit my skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of his palm as he shoved the fabric down over my hips. My sensible work pants pooled around my ankles, leaving me exposed in just my panties and blouse against the cool wall.
“Kael,” I breathed, the sound shaky, needy.
“Shh.” His voice was a low growl, vibrating against my lips before he kissed me again, hard and deep. His free hand slid up, under my blouse, pushing aside my bra. His fingers found my nipple, already hard and aching. He pinched, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, and a sharp cry tore from me. Pleasure-pain lanced straight to my core, making me arch into his touch.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing fire down my jaw, my neck, stopping to suck hard at the sensitive spot just below my ear.
A low rumble started in his chest, pure Alpha satisfaction. *Mine.* The unspoken word hung in the air, thick as his scent.
His hand left my breast, sliding down my belly, over the damp silk of my panties. He pressed the heel of his hand hard against me, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.
I moaned, my head falling back against the wall with a soft thud. Stars burst behind my eyelids. My hips lifted, seeking more pressure, more friction. He chuckled, a dark, sinful sound.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. One sharp tug, and the delicate fabric gave way, joining my pants on the floor. His hand returned, bare and hot, sliding through the slickness between my legs. He found my clit, swollen and throbbing, and circled it with torturous precision. My knees buckled. Only his grip on my hip and my legs locked around him kept me upright. I gasped, a shudder wracking my body.
“Kael! Please!”
“Please what?” he demanded, his voice rough. His fingers dipped lower, sliding easily into me. Two thick fingers, curling, finding that spot deep inside that made my vision blur. He thrust them in and out, the slick, obscene sound filling the space between our harsh breaths. My inner muscles clenched around him, desperately trying to hold him, pull him deeper. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
“Need... need you,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Now. Please, Kael. Now!”
He withdrew his fingers, leaving me achingly empty. I whined in protest, but it died in my throat as he fumbled with his own pants. His belt buckle clinked, the zipper rasped louder than mine had. Then he was freeing himself, his cock springing out, hard, thick, and already flushed. The sight stole my breath. He gripped himself at the base, the broad, weeping head nudging against my entrance, slick with my own arousal.
His eyes locked with mine. Black fire burned in those gold-flecked depths. “Look at me,” he commanded, his Alpha voice thrumming through me, bypassing thought, going straight to my core.
He pushed forward, breaching me in one slow, inexorable thrust. My mouth opened in a silent cry. He was so big, stretching me, filling me completely. The burn of initial stretch was instantly consumed by overwhelming pleasure. He seated himself to the hilt, pinning me to the wall, his body pressed flush against mine. We both gasped, suspended in that moment of perfect, agonizing connection.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, his forehead dropping to mine.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He withdrew almost completely, then slammed back in. Hard. The force drove the air from my lungs in a choked moan. He set a brutal pace, pulling almost all the way out only to piston back in with ruthless force. Each thrust jolted through me, rubbing my clit against the rough fabric of his trousers, sending sparks dancing along my nerves. The wall rattled softly with every powerful surge of his hips.
“Yes! Oh God, Kael!” My cries were muffled against his shoulder, my teeth sinking into the fabric of his shirt. The primal, Alpha scent of him, the feel of his powerful body driving into mine, the sheer force of his possession... it was overwhelming.
He was relentless. The powerful muscles in his back and shoulders bunched and flexed under my hands. Sweat beaded on his brow, dampening the dark strands of hair at his temples. His eyes, when they met mine in flashes between thrusts, were glazed with pure lust, his control fraying at the edges. He fucked me like he was claiming territory, like he was trying to brand himself into my very soul through the force of his cock.
The pressure coiled tighter and tighter within me, a knot of pure need winding unbearably tight. Each drag of him inside me, each brush of his pelvis against my swollen clit, pushed me closer to the edge. My fingers scrambled at his back, nails likely leaving marks through his shirt. My legs trembled where they locked around him. I could feel my inner muscles fluttering, trying to milk him, pulling him deeper, begging for release.
“Kael... I’m... I can’t...” I panted, my words dissolving into incoherent gasps.
“Come,” he ordered, his voice thick and strained. He slammed into me, grinding deep, holding me immobile against the wall. “Come around my cock. Now.”
Pleasure erupted, white-hot and all-consuming, flooding every nerve ending. A raw, shuddering cry ripped from my throat as my body convulsed around him, clenching hard on his invading length. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, stealing my breath, my vision going white at the edges. I clung to him, my body riding the storm, entirely at his mercy.
The sensation of me pulsing around him finally shattered his own control. With a guttural groan that vibrated through both our bodies, he buried himself deep and held still. His release was a fierce, hot flood inside me, jetting deep as his hips jerked erratically. His fingers dug into my flesh, his body shuddering against mine as he emptied himself with powerful, throbbing pulses. His forehead rested heavily on my shoulder, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps against my damp skin.
He carefully eased out of me, a shudder running through both of us at the sensation. My legs, still wrapped around him, felt like jelly. He kept one arm braced firmly around my waist as my feet found the floor. My knees buckled immediately, and he caught me, pulling me flush against his chest, holding me upright. My discarded clothes felt alien lying on the expensive office carpet.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, anchoring myself. My body felt thoroughly used, wonderfully alive, and utterly dependent on him holding me together. The wall where we’d just been... it felt charged. The air still crackled.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze sweeping over me – my flushed face, my tousled hair, my blouse half-unbuttoned, my bare legs. A possessive warmth flickered in his eyes. “You look thoroughly fucked, Ms. Moon.”
