Chapter 44: Mercy Me
Samuel
Lowering his head, Samuel buried his face between her cleavage, the soft skin of her breasts cushioning his cheeks. He drew a deep breath, inhaling her scent - something both calming and arousing, a sweet, warm vanilla that belonged uniquely to Alexa. His hands trembled slightly as he carefully raised the hem of her sports top, peeling it up and over her breasts. For the first time, he took in the sight of them, and his breath caught.
A groan lodged in his throat. They were full enough to fill his palms perfectly, tipped with large, brown nipples that stared right at him, already pebbled and hard from his attention. The dusky peaks looked like they would taste of chocolate, and unable to resist any longer, he bent his head to draw one into his mouth.
Alexa
Alexa gasped at the sensation, her entire body coming alive under his touch. She felt tingles race from her head to her toes before settling between her thighs, transforming into a dull, insistent ache that demanded attention. As Samuel moved from one peak to the other, giving them equal, lavish attention, she could sense he was lost in his own heaven. His reverence for her body made her feel worshipped, cherished in a way she’d never experienced.
He placed little bites around her nipples, sharp nips that delivered more pleasure than pain, and he felt a primal satisfaction at the red marks left behind. Alexa’s soft whimpers and the way her hands fisted desperately in his hair told him everything he needed to know - she was enjoying this as much as he was. The knowledge emboldened him, made him want to give her more, to show her pleasures she’d never imagined.
Planting more kisses down her stomach, tracing the soft skin with his tongue, he reached the waistband of her leggings. He paused, looking up at her with eyes dark with desire but also concern. He needed her consent, needed to know she wanted this as much as he did.
"Can I take these off?" he asked, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "I promise that you will like what I’m about to do, but if you don’t, we can stop anytime you want."
Alexa’s head swam in a fog of desire, her thoughts scattered and incoherent. All she could do was nod, her consent a frantic, desperate motion that spoke volumes. Within moments, her leggings pooled around her ankles on the floor. Samuel didn’t want to miss his chance, didn’t want to give her time to second-guess. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her simple cotton underwear and slid those down too, his movements gentle despite his urgency.
Kneeling on the ground, he came face to face with his mate’s most intimate place, and what a sight to behold. It was clean-shaven, smooth and bare - something he wasn’t expecting but found incredibly erotic. Her clit, a swollen little pearl, stood clearly visible, and her deep pink passage glistened with the evidence of her arousal. The sight alone nearly undid him. With a moan of pure appreciation, he placed a soft, worshipful kiss on her mound before diving in to lavish attention on the little bud with his tongue.
Alexa
Alexa arched her back off the cold table at a pleasure she never knew existed, never even dreamed possible. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that her legs locked around his head reflexively even as her hands tried to push him away from the sheer intensity of it all. Her body didn’t know whether to pull him closer or escape the onslaught of sensation.
But Sammy proved relentless in his delightful attack. Swirling his tongue back and forth, he soon learned what his mate liked, what made her gasp and what made her cry out in abandon. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she nearly came apart. Then he pushed one of his fingers into her liquid heat, and she saw stars. She was warm and incredibly tight, and his eyes rolled back at the feeling of her inner walls gripping him. Using his other hand, he began to pump his own aching shaft, desperately seeking some relief from the painful arousal. Soon, he added another finger, stretching her gently, preparing her.
"Baby, relax," he murmured against her flesh, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "How are you going to take all of me if you’re so tight?"
The question sent another wave of heat through her, the promise in his words making her clench around his fingers.
Samuel
Alexa was now sprawled on the table like a feast laid out to be devoured, and Samuel was not about to let a single crumb go to waste. Her unintelligible sounds, the whimpers and cries that fell from her lips, were music to his ears - a symphony he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. Several times, he had to stop himself from reaching his own peak, his grip on his shaft tightening painfully, because he didn’t want things to end so soon. He wanted to savor this, to draw out her pleasure until she was completely wrecked by it, until she knew without doubt that she belonged to him.
After Alexa’s fourth orgasm, he could see exhaustion setting in, her body limp and trembling from the repeated waves of pleasure. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, and her chest heaved with each labored breath.
"Cum for me one more time, baby," he coaxed, his voice a seductive rumble. "Can you do that for me?"
Alexa weakly nodded, feeling another wave building deep in her core despite her exhaustion. It was thrilling and so exciting, this power he had over her body. Every time she looked down and saw the way Sammy’s eyes stared back at her with such love, longing, and desire, it proved an intoxicating feeling on its own, pushing her closer to the edge.
Sammy saw the way her eyes swirled, the pupils blown wide with pleasure, and knew that if he were inside of her right now, he would mark her, his canines sinking into her flesh to claim her forever. His hands moved faster at the thought of claiming his mate, making her his in every way that mattered. He added a third finger, and her walls clenched down on him in response. He shut his eyes at the pleasure, imagining it happening to his shaft instead of his fingers, imagining himself buried deep inside her warmth.
Both his hands began moving even faster, his tongue trying to keep up, flicking and sucking with renewed vigor. He felt Alexa’s back arch as she screamed her release, her body shaking violently, her thighs trembling against his ears.
Slurping up her juices, not wanting to waste a single drop of her essence, he then stood between her legs. The thought of entering her, of sheathing himself in her tight heat, was too much for his control. With a loud groan, he pumped his hand frantically, spilling all of his release over her stomach and breasts, marking her in the most primal way.
Alexa
Alexa was coming out of her high, her body floating in a haze of bliss, when she felt her skin being sprayed with something so hot it almost burned. Peeking through heavy lids, she saw Samuel biting his fist to muffle his sounds as his other hand pumped out the last of his seed onto her stomach. The sight was unexpectedly erotic, watching him lose control because of her.
It was the first time she had seen his lower half naked, and what a view it presented. He was long and thick, his shaft still hard and jutting out from a nest of dark curls. Although it was not her first look at a naked man - her nursing training had seen to that - this was different. This was her mate, and the sight of his nakedness, of his obvious desire for her, caused a mini orgasm to ripple through her exhausted body, surprising her with its intensity.
When he finished, Samuel leaned over her, panting heavily, holding on to the edge of the table for support as he didn’t want to crush her with his weight. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself up, his muscles taut and defined.
"Are you alright, my love?" he asked, his voice hoarse as he stroked her sweaty hair back from her face with infinite tenderness.
Alexa simply nodded, a contented smile curving her lips. She felt boneless, completely sated in a way she’d never experienced.
"Good," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Now let’s get you cleaned up."
Dr. Lorenzo
Dr. Lorenzo and Nicole sat in the staff room at the end of the hall. She had just placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him and settled down across from him, the silence heavy and uncomfortable between them. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.
"What do you think the Alpha will do?" Lorenzo asked, breaking the quiet. He looked at his mate and wondered, if he were in the same position, what choice he would make. The question had been weighing on his mind since they’d discovered Alexa’s condition.
She looked at him and couldn’t respond immediately, her mind racing through the implications. It was not a common occurrence, after all. Yes, there were instances where one mate had children from a previous relationship, but to have an Alpha’s mate pregnant with another Alpha’s child... that was virtually unheard of in their world. The political and emotional ramifications were staggering.
"Do you think he will reject her?" Lorenzo continued, his clinical mind analyzing the possibilities. "Or will he ask her to get rid of the child? I mean, if she does, it is still early enough that there won’t be any long-term physical effects."
Nicole looked at her husband, shocked and deeply disappointed. She couldn’t believe that he would even think of terminating a pregnancy, especially since they had been having challenges conceiving themselves. The irony was painful. But also to think that he thought so poorly of his Alpha, a man they both respected and served - it cut her deeply.
Lorenzo saw the strange look on her face and raised a brow, oblivious to his misstep. "What’s with that look? I’m only stating the obvious choices that an Alpha in his position could make."
Nicole
"Is that what you would do?" Nicole asked, her voice dangerously quiet, each word carefully enunciated. "If you were in his place? Would you ask me to get rid of our child if it wasn’t yours?"
When he realized the implication of what he’d said, Lorenzo’s face paled. He tried to apologize, reaching for her hand, but it was too late. His mate was hurt by his careless, thoughtless words, and he could see the pain reflected in her eyes.
"Did you ever stop to think that Alpha Bradley would accept his mate and the child she is carrying?" Nicole continued, her voice rising with emotion, years of frustration bubbling to the surface. "That he would love them both? Even if the child cannot be the next in line, that doesn’t mean that he or she won’t be loved and cared for by him. Bradley is a good man, not a monster who would punish his mate for something that was done to her against her will."
The emphasis on those last words hung in the air between them, a reminder of the trauma Alexa had endured.
"Baby, I’m so..."
Nicole cut him off, standing up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I think I’ll go and do some rounds. You should go and check on the pups or somewhere else. I need time to cool off before I say something I’ll regret."
Nicole left, slamming the door behind her with enough force to rattle the frame. Lorenzo face-palmed himself, his head dropping into his hands with a groan of frustration. How could he be so stupid? So insensitive? Based on their past disagreements, he knew he was in the doghouse tonight, and rightfully so. He just hoped it wouldn’t last longer than that, though he suspected his mate’s anger might simmer for days. He’d really put his foot in it this time.