Chapter 59: His Unexpected Mate (18+)

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: His Unexpected Mate (18+)

She rode him. His head dropped back against the chair, his expression stripped of everything but sensation—watching his face....the billionaire, the professor, the authority figure.....was stripped away until only the man remained.

And she watched his face because she could, because she was on top and she could look at him and she wanted to remember this.

The way his hands tightened on her hips. The way his chest rose and fell. The low, rhythmic sound he made that was more vibration than voice.

She lifted herself until just the fat head of his cock remained inside her, then dropped down hard, taking every inch in one slick thrust. The wet sound of her pussy swallowing him filled the office.

Alexander’s jaw clenched. His fingers dug into her flesh as she fucked herself on his cock with increasing desperation. Her juices coated his shaft and balls, dripping down onto the expensive leather beneath them.

"Fuck, Iris—your pussy is so tight," he snarled. "So fucking wet for me."

She moaned at his words and ground down harder, rolling her hips in tight circles when she was fully seated. She found the rhythm, the angle, the depth.

His cockhead rubbed against that perfect spot inside her with every movement. She could feel another orgasm building fast.

Alexander sat up again, wrapping both arms around her waist. He thrust up to meet her, fucking into her with short, powerful strokes while she bounced on his lap. The new angle made his cock grind against her clit with every thrust.

"I’m gonna come," she gasped. "Alexander—fuck—I’m coming—"

Her pussy spasmed around him, clenching and fluttering as the orgasm crashed through her. Alexander groaned and buried his face in her neck, his mouth found the wolf-shaped mark on her neck, his lips closing over it, his hips jerking as he started to come.

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her cunt, filling her until it overflowed around his cock and leaked down his thighs in messy streams.

He kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper with every stroke. Iris could feel it—every pulse, every spurt—until she was completely full and dripping.

When he finally broke, it was a tectonic shift. A full-body shudder moved through him, his grip tightening to the edge of pain, a sound tearing from his throat that was barely human.

An explosion of sensation ripped through her, unlike anything she had ever felt.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Alexander murmured, breathless.

When the tremors finally faded, she collapsed against his chest, both of them breathing hard. His cock was still inside her, softening slowly, keeping his cum plugged deep where he wanted it.

Alexander’s hand stroked up and down her back in lazy circles.

"You’re not leaving this time," he murmured against her hair, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Not until I decide you’re done."

Iris shivered at the possessive tone, a strange warmth unfurling in her belly that had nothing to do with the lingering heat of their coupling. She didn’t argue. She just pressed closer, feeling his cum slowly leak out from her stretched pussy, a faint, slick warmth spreading onto the leather beneath them.

Soon, the rhythmic thud of his heart beneath her ear lulled her into a heavy, contented stupor.

One moment, she had been sitting against him, her head resting somewhere between his shoulder and chest, the last remnants of adrenaline slowly fading from her body.

The next, her breathing had evened out, her lashes resting against her cheeks, and the tension that had kept her guarded since walking into his office had finally disappeared from her face.

Alexander looked down at her. For several moments, he simply watched her sleep. His fingers moved gently through her hair, smoothing the strands away from her face before he lowered his head and pressed a lingering kiss against the crown of her head.

Her scent surrounded him, warm and sweet, familiar in a way that made something deep inside him settle. His beast, which had spent the last two weeks restless and increasingly difficult to control, seemed content for the first time since Iris had walked out of his penthouse.

Alexander closed his eyes. The separation had been harder than he had allowed anyone to see.

He had buried himself in work – throwing himself into meetings, business negotiations, even the tedious university arrangements for his teaching here – anything that could keep his mind occupied. But none of it had helped.

Every night, his beast had searched for her, a primal ache for her touch, her taste, the singular way she moved beneath him.

Every morning, Alexander had woken with the strange sensation that something essential was missing.

Now she was here, in his arms. And although satisfaction settled heavily in his chest, it was accompanied by something else. A gnawing fear, not for himself, but for her.

Fear that when Iris eventually learned the truth about their bond, about who and what he truly is, she would look at him differently.

That she would remember the things she still didn’t understand and run from him again. Or, worse, that she might open her beautiful mouth and reject him, without truly comprehending what such a rejection might do to him.

His thumb brushed gently across her cheek, tracing the soft curve of her jaw. "You have no idea what you’ve done to me," he murmured, his voice thick with an unspoken longing.

She didn’t stir. Alexander’s gaze lingered on her peaceful expression. He had searched for his mate for centuries, without knowing when she would finally be born, who she would be, where she would come from, or when fate would finally place her in his path.

Then, after all that waiting, she had appeared in the most unexpected way imaginable. And she had walked away in the most unexpected way also.

He almost smiled at the irony. His mate was stubborn... very stubborn. But unfortunately for her, so was he. Alexander had no intention of losing her.

He could give her time. He could give her space. He could allow her to make her own choices. But if she ever tried to disappear from his life again, he knew himself well enough to understand that distance would not stop him from finding her.

There was nowhere on earth where she could hide from him. Still, he didn’t want her fear, he didn’t want her submission; he wanted her to choose him, truly choose him, of her own accord. That was the one thing he couldn’t force.

Alexander sighed softly before carefully sliding one arm beneath her ass. He removed himself from inside her core, a slow, sensual withdrawal that spilled the seed of their intense love-making onto the warm leather.

Iris moaned lightly from the friction, a soft, sleepy sound, and he brought his other hand around her back. She shifted against him but didn’t wake. He lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against his chest, her cheek settling near his shoulder.

"Sleep," he murmured, a gentle command that resonated deep within him.

He carried her toward the private bathroom attached to his office. Like the rest of the room, it had been completely renovated before his arrival.

Alexander had no intention of spending his days surrounded by the outdated furniture and cramped facilities Professor Whitmore had tolerated for years.

The bathroom now resembled something from a luxury hotel, with expensive tiles, warm lighting, and a large soaking tub.

Alexander lowered Iris carefully into the warm water before stepping in with her. He kept one arm around her as he gently cleaned her, taking care not to disturb her sleep. Every movement was slow and deliberate, like a silent ritual of devotion. And Alexander knew without a flicker of doubt that he would be devoted to her.

Why wouldn’t he, when she’s the reason for the existence....the reason why he endured centuries of torment.

He sighed at the thought and memory. There was something strangely intimate about caring for her when she wasn’t awake enough to guard herself from him.

There was no teasing, no arguments, and no stubborn questions. Just Iris... his Iris. The thought made his chest tighten with a fierce, protective ache.

When he was finished, he dried her carefully, his fingers lingering on the soft curves of her body...on her breast, a nipple rising to meet his touch.

He leaned down, taking it into his mouth, and sucked on it, a quiet claim, palming it from the swell to the tip where his mouth was sucking before releasing it with a sigh. And he did the same thing to her other breast, before restraining himself.

Then he carried her back into the office. He found her clothes where they had been discarded earlier and dressed her again, as gently as possible, noting the absence of her underwear, which he’d ripped in their earlier ecstasy.

He settled her on the large, expensive, and impossibly comfortable sofa, covering her with a soft blanket. For a moment, he simply stood there, watching her sleep, like a silent sentinel. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead.