Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

Chapter 27

(Kol's POV)

Desire courses through my bloodstream as I lean against the doorframe and gaze at the love of my life. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She stands in front of the mirror, fresh from a shower—a thought that awakens my cock.

The things I could've done if I showered with her. I stare at her,

getting lost in the beauty of her damp hair and skin, bare face, and

the towel hiding her naked figure. I bite my lip. To me, she's

always a goddess—a woman that I can't get tired of pleasing. I badly want my hands to be where her

towel is and draw out

whimpers from her. The thought makes me shudder.

Calm yourself, Kol.

She picks up her favorite red lipstick, but it doesn't touch her lips

as her eyes find me in the mirror watching her. A smirk teases he lips.

"Hi, Sir," she places her lipstick on the counter and turns to face me. "Enjoying the view?" She gasps

and eyes me appreciatively, starting from my feet and slowly working her way up to meet my eyes.

"Because I certainly do." Her teeth sink into her lower lip.

Fuck. Her lip biting.

I thank myself for wearing my favorite pair of gray sweatpants and

nothing else. It excites me that I'm giving my woman a little show for her eyes to appreciate.

"Mmm, the view is quite fucking nice," I whisper. "It's such a shame though you didn't invite me to

shower with you." Oh, how I

desperately wanted the opportunity—the pleasure—to shower with

her earlier. But if that happened, she wouldn't have been able to

leave the house at all. So, I behaved myself and allowed her to get

ready for tonight in peace. Mentally, I pat myself on the back for

making it this far without invading her space. However, I can't help

myself. I can't wait any longer. The need has consumed me for

long enough. I need my hands on her. I need her.

"Sorry," she replies and shifts her focus to her reflection. "I would've invited you if I wasn't in a hurry to

get ready tonight."

I walk over and wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my front and claiming what's mine. I apply

kisses down the nape of her

neck and inhale her intoxicating scent—strawberries and cream.

Fucking exquisite.

She softens under my hold.

"Baby girl," I breathe into her freshly washed skin. "You owe me a shower."

She sighs, and her mouth curves into a soft smile. Her hand comes up to caress the back of my head. I

purr under her touch.

Her touch is addictive and always sends me nothing but pure bliss.

My eyes meet hers in the mirror. All my blood rushes south, and I push my hips into her and groan

lowly after. "Maybe you should

just stay home tonight," I whisper into her ear. I recall having her all to myself the previous night. God,

that was fun. The images of us fucking on every surface in the house are permanently seared

into my brain.

My member throbs at the dangerously hot thoughts.

"I'd love to," she says with a sigh, "but my friends and I have been planning a girls' night out for a while

now."

I sigh. I don't want to be that possessive husband who won't let their wife go out to see her friends.

That's not me. She has

her own life and has every right to live it. But I'm not going to lie and say that I don't feel a slight pain in

my chest when she leaves

me alone, even just for a second. But I remind myself of all the

reasons why I love her. God, I can list the reasons why I love her for as long I'll live. Most importantly, I

trust her. This is something

hard to find in relationships, and I'm more than grateful to find a

person that I can trust with all my heart.

She shifts, and my eager dick brushes up against her rear under her towel.

I growl. She definitely did that on purpose.

She smirks, pleased at the effect she has on me.

I give her neck more playful kisses. I run my hand over her breasts, hidden underneath the towel,

which I'm about to tear off in a matter of seconds. But I calm myself. I give one of her tits a

squeeze. "Are you sure I can't convince you to take a rain check tonight?" Why am I secretly wishing

she'll cancel her plans for

tonight and she'll throw herself at me? Why do I have to be this selfish?

She moans softly, the sound giving me one of the many reasons

why I don't want to let her out of my sight. She places her hand on mine, gently squeezing it. "Yes, I'm

sure." She pushes my hands

off her body and snickers. "Now, go away."

Talk about being blue-balled.

That won't be tolerated. Quickly, I spin her around and cup her throat, gentle enough so that she feels a

little bit of pressure, but

not to the point where I'm choking her—at least not yet.

The devil inside me grins. "You bad girl, taking Daddy's hands off of your gorgeous body and telling me

to go away."

"What are you going to do about it?" she challenges me.

"You'll find out when you get home tonight." My mind races with many ways to discipline my girl later

tonight. For now, I have to

focus on the present. I move my hand from her throat to her lips, brushing my thumb against them.

They're so soft. I imagine them

wrapped around my dick. Holy shit. "Right now, Daddy wants some playtime with his girl before she

goes," I whisper, mustering the most seductive tone.

She shivers.

A wicked smile plays on my lips. To convince her more, I place

kisses along her jawline, reaching her ear. "Daddy will be quick, I promise."

She kisses me. It's a nonverbal cue of a 'yes, please' from my girl.

I gladly kiss her back not hesitating to slip my tongue past her lips.

I play with her tongue with mine, and she whimpers. I grip her throat, tighter this time. The kiss

intensifies.

Fuck. I'm already lost in a frenzy. And I'm ready for my cock to get lost inside her.

I pull away so we can catch our breaths and to make sure she wants to go further. "Is that a 'yes', baby

girl?"

She simply nods and looks up at me with her dark eyes, burning

with desire and need. "Yes, Daddy." She bites her lip.

Oh, fuck me.

I grin and plant a quick kiss to her greedy lips. I pull away slightly

so my thumb can meet her lips again. "Don't bite that lip. You

know what that does to me."

"Mmm, maybe I like what my lip-biting does to you." She kisses the

pad.

It's the little things, fuck. I can't wait when she comes back home for some more playtime.

I yank her towel off, letting it fall to the ground. I pick her up and

set her on the countertop. She's completely naked for me—just

how I like her. She kisses me hard. Her hand roams wildly through

my hair and tugs on the strands, making me moan in her mouth.

Her other hand rests on my chest where she can feel my heart

racing for her, racing for us. I kiss her, flooding her mouth with my

love, my appreciation, and my need for her. In no time, the room

heats up, along with my blood, from our desire—it feels like a

sauna in here.

"Please," she murmurs across my lips.

Her begging turns up the heat by a hundred degrees. I reach down

to settle my fingers between her legs, collecting her thirst on my

fingertips. She's dripping with need. "What do you want, baby? Tell

me." I lick her lips.

"You, please."

Fuck. I really need her in this moment, too. I can't waste any more

time.

I slip my hand in my sweatpants and pull out my hard as steel dick.

It throbs in my bare palm. I spit on it and use my palm to spread the bead of liquid all over the flesh.

Her hand comes up to her mouth, and she licks her palm, then

brings it to my needy length and strokes it, wetting it further.

Holy fuck. She's going to make me explode in her hand if she keeps at it.

I wrap my hand over hers so we both stroke my cock simultaneously. I look into her eyes, and she does

the same. She bites her lip.

"Please," she begs again.

"Tell me, angel." I need to hear her words.

"I need you inside me, Daddy."

"That's my girl." I swiftly remove her hand from my cock just before reaching my own climax. I brush the

head along her slick folds while watching her head tilt back. Her legs hook around me and pulls me

closer. She releases a moan.

Oh, baby. "Look at me, beautiful."

Her smoldering eyes catch mine again. Oh, those eyes, full of promise. "Inside here?" I tease.

"Yes, please."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

I smile in approval and shove my thick column of flesh inside her,

deliciously spreading her entrance. As usual, she's tight, even

after the countless number of times I've fucked her. Her muscles

hug my cock and slowly I thrust, then gradually pick up the speed.

My hand returns to grip her throat, and I kiss her with heat—the

burning love I have for her. She delivers the same energy and grips

my biceps and feels the protruding veins as I fuck her like it'll be

the last time doing so. God, I sure hope it won't be the last. I'm way past cloud nine. And I already

crave for another trip.

After getting in a few more thrusts, I decide to change the position,

a hotter and more blood-racing one. "Bend over for me and show Daddy that sexy ass," I order. I

retract my cock, allowing her to shift.

She bends over the counter and uses her hands to support herself.

Her gorgeous, peachy ass is now on full display for me. I give one

of her cheeks a slap, earning a satisfying moan from her.

"Oh, you want this fucking cock, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy, please." She shakes her ass.

"That's my little cock slut." I can't wait to be stuffed inside her

again. My hand meets her ass and slaps. I slip my cock inside her

and thrust, retreating and advancing in her opening while gripping

her hips, keeping her in place. I slap her ass. "Fuck, that's a good

pussy." I throw my head back, continuing to move my hips to the point where my balls slap against her

bare skin. The pleasure

consumes me. I allow it to take over my bloodstream.

She moans and her body writhes, making me strengthen my grip

on her hips. She watches me in the mirror, and I do the same. Our extremely hot gazes are fixed on

one another. Our bodies are drenched in sweat. The jutting veins lined in my biceps and down my arms

are well-defined.

"God, you're so beautiful taking Daddy's cock."

"You feel so good, Daddy, please."

Fuck, I want her to spill her juices on my cock right now, but not

yet. "Mmm, baby, don't come yet. Not until Daddy tells you to."

I earn a groan from her. "Yes, Daddy."

I grin and take her hair in my hand, twisting it into a ponytail, and tug. I slap her ass. "You're all fucking

mine, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm all yours. Oh my God."

Her muscles tighten around my cock, warning me that she's close.

I squeeze in a couple of more thrusts. My fingers journey south to find her clit. I apply circular motions

to the special place.

My other hand uses its thumb to gently press into her asshole. Then, I move

my hand to surround her throat, clasping it, all while thrusting and sensually attacking her clit with the

other hand.

Fuck, I'm ready for her. The moment that I constantly live for. "Give it to me, baby. Come on Daddy's

cock."

"Shit, shit—" she cries out. Her mouth hangs open, and she fills the room with gratifying moans.

"Yes, that's it," I encourage. She's fucking beautiful as her orgasm —that I'm responsible for—rips her

into a million pieces right in front of me. I don't stop thrusting. It's my turn to reach the point of no return,

but just before I can, I hear a ringtone...

Fuck!

I kept pounding her faster, ignoring the phone call till I climaxed and fired all my juices inside her warm

sex organ. Then I collapsed on her body as we both were exhausted. The phone stops for a while and

then began ringing again. I struggled to pick it from the bed shelve, too weak to climb off my wife's

body.