Rise of the Dark Alpha

Chapter 345 Close to Me – Part 1

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~ ZEV ~

As he carried her towards the house she’d been given, Sasha was still protesting, but her lips kept brushing his neck and her heart was pounding. Her scent was full of desire, and the bond glimmered and sparkled, so he kept walking, then running. 

She laughed when she was jostled by his running, but when he turned her, urging her to put her legs around his waist and hold his neck so he could pull them both up to the porch of her house, her laughing turned breathless. 

The bond sang within his chest and his heart raced. He cupped her ass and held her to him as he opened the door and carried her inside, turning the lock on it, then rushing her through the chilled living space to the bed.

The last time he’d had her here he was undressing her after their ritual. The memory made his groin twitch. 

Without breaking stride, he threw her onto the bed, following her up, kissing his way up her neck, his breath already panting.

”Zev!” she gasped, pulling her shoulder up against the tickle and scratch of his unshaven jaw against her throat. 

”I need you, Sasha, please.” He buried his face in her neck, then pushed back on his knees, frantically tugging at the waistband of her black tech shirt to pull it up and over her head.

She sat up and raised her arms to help him and shook her hair out in a way that made her breasts jiggle, and made Zev growl with approval, but instead of laying back down, she braced herself on her arms and stared at him like she was a little uncertain of him.

He stopped suddenly. “Are you… what? Are you okay? We don’t have to, Sash. If you’re… if you’re not ready—did they—?”

”I’m fine,” she said quietly, putting a hand on his shoulder, though her throat bobbed. “I just… I’m bleeding.”

”I don’t care.”

Her brows rose. “Are you sure?”

He took her face in his hands and pulled her in, kissing her with every ounce of heat and desperation that skated through his veins.

Her breath caught and she dropped her head back when he started kissing his way down her jaw and neck. “I’m certain,” he whispered against her skin.

When she arched into his chest and her scent bloomed with desire, he growled again, then pushed back, practically sprinting to the bathing room to grab a towel, then tugging his shirt off and shucking off the fitted pants that would stretch or contract to fit his body in any form. 

Sasha looked at the towel gratefully and shifted to lay on it when he spread it on the bed. She’d taken off her pants and opened her arms, pulling him in, her heart racing. 

The bond howled that piece of her pulsing and turning in his chest as their limbs entwined and he fisted a hand in her hair and took her mouth again. 

He’d wanted to be careful. To savor her. To reunite and show how he’d missed her. But the moment their skins came together, it was as if fireworks exploded in his chest. He came alive, his blood rushing in his veins, the bond throbbing, every breath and whimper from Sasha lighting a fire in his chest that was pumped out through his veins until his very skin was on fire.

Sasha, hesitant at first, caught his thrill and her kiss became desperate—she sucked his tongue into her mouth, then bit his lip, her arms around his neck, then hands clawing down his back to grip his ass and pull him closer. 

He covered her with his body and she hooked her heels behind him as they became desperation together—cries, grunts, rippling skins.

Then his mind was alight with the sensations in her skin as she opened her mind and called for him. Zev shuddered, his own desire pushed to even greater heights when he felt the prickle of her skin down her neck, the aching thrill of his mouth on her nipple, and the hollow need within. 

”Oh god, Sash!”

”Please, Zev!” she gasped. 

Hands slapped on skin, teeth clinked, fingers tangled in hair—Sasha’s voice was high and reedy, desperate and pleading. Zev trembled, fighting to keep himself in check as his body sought and sought, burning for her. 

Then Zev rolled against her just as she lifted her hips and he entered her.

They both threw their heads back with twin guttural groans as they came together, Sasha’s cry a jagged plea. Zev shuddered as he pulled out, then plunged back in, arching his back as his body was overwhelmed with a wave of tingling electricity.

”Yes, Zev, oh…. Yes.”

The bond soared, twisting within his chest, fizzing in his veins as they rocked together again and again. He let his teeth graze and nip, sucked at her neck, kissed her, and delved within her mouth with his tongue flickering and alive.

She’d wrapped herself entirely around him, taking, her legs wrapped around his thighs, her hands gripping his back and shoulders, her face in his neck. AS he thrust, he held her so closely there was no room between them, no way to touch or stroke, so he fisted her hair and tugged her chin back. And when she offered her throat he groaned and opened his mouth on it, sucking and tasting the beauty of her. 

Thank God. Thank God. She was back. She was his. 

The bond remained.

Thank God. 

Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust into her again, groaning and for a moment she tensed.

Dark thoughts chased themselves through his head, but Sasha was already gasping his name, rolling her hips, pulling him closer. 

He pushed the questions, the images away, pushed away what he knew of the compound and Nick and the Board, and made himself focus on her. His Sash. His mate. His beautiful Alpha.

On that staggering bond that pulled them closer, ever closer, until his entire skin prickled with heat and joy.