Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha-Chapter 138: Elevator Memories (III)

Logan fills me in one swift, devastating thrust. My entire body jolts forward, and a cry rips from my throat—half pleasure, half shock. It hurts a little, and I’m pretty sure there’s a tear down there, but fuck. Worth it. So worth it.

In fact, do it again.

"Fuck," I groan as he pulls back slowly, teasingly, before slamming home again.

It feels even better this time. The slight cut is already out of my mind and forgotten, though I’m sure it’ll be back with a vengeance later.

"That’s right," he growls, his voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it. "Take all of me, Nikki."

The elevator’s mirrored walls reflect our joined bodies from every angle—his powerful form curled over mine, his face a mask of concentration and primal hunger. My own reflection is a side of me I’ve never seen. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, and my eyes? They’re wild.

Logan sets a brutal pace. Each thrust drives me forward, my fingers scrambling against the mirror’s smooth surface, seeking something, anything to hold onto. My breasts bounce with each impact, aching and sore without his touch.

"God, Nicole." His voice breaks on my name. "So. Fucking. Tight." Each word punctuated with another powerful thrust.

My forehead strikes the mirror with a dull thud. The brief flash of pain blends into the overwhelming pleasure.

"Sorry," he mutters, not sounding very sorry at all.

I press my palms flat against the mirror’s cold surface, pushing back to meet his next thrust, desperate for leverage.

"Don’t apologize," I pant. "Don’t stop."

His rhythm falters for just a second as his eyes meet mine in the mirror. "Wasn’t planning on it." Then he redoubles his efforts, driving into me with renewed vigor. The sound of skin against skin echoes in this impossibly tiny space.

His arm snakes around my front, fingers splayed across my stomach before sliding up to my chest. With one rough tug, he yanks my bra down, freeing my breasts. The sudden exposure makes me shiver.

"Look," he commands, his mouth hot against my ear. "Look in the mirror."

My eyes are closed, but I don’t know when it happened. Peeling them open is hard; I want to focus on the sensations he’s causing, from how his cock slams deep into the insanely sensitive spot deep inside to how his warm hands feel against my skin.

But his command has the slightest hint of alpha dominance, and I force my eyes open to meet his stare in the mirror once again.

The sight is... erotic.

There’s no other word for it.

My nipples are hard and peaked in the air, completely bare to our view. My hair’s somehow more unruly than before. Logan’s a looming presence behind me, and his eyes burn nearly gold, eclipsing the emerald green.

"See how perfect we are together?" He squeezes one breast, his thumb flicking across the sensitive peak. "See how well you take me?"

My eyes travel down. I can’t quite see where our bodies join, where he disappears inside me again and again. But I already know it’s obscene. And beautiful. Perfect.

"Yes," I whisper, unable to form more coherent words.

His pace changes, each thrust deeper, more deliberate. He rolls his hips in a way that hits something new deep inside, almost painful with how sensitive it is. I whimper, my entire face scrunching with the effort of holding myself together.

"That’s it," he encourages, watching my face in the mirror. "Right there, isn’t it?"

A whimper escapes me. My legs are trembling, barely able to keep me upright.

He slams in, and again with that little roll of his hips. Again with the strange, painful-wonderful feeling.

More.

More.

Each thrust brings me closer to the edge. My walls flutter around him, drawing a guttural sound from deep in his chest.

"Fuck, Nicole. Do that again."

I couldn’t control it if I tried. My body responds to his of its own accord, clenching and releasing as he drives into me. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, fogging the mirror before me.

Logan’s hand slides from my breast down my stomach, fingers dipping between my legs to find the swollen bundle of nerves at my center. The first touch nearly buckles my knees.

"Look at you," he growls against my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "So fucking beautiful. Taking my cock so well."

His words, filthy and raw, make my thighs clench hard. I’m so close. It’s right there.

"I need—" I can’t finish the sentence, don’t know what I’m asking for. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"I know." His fingers circle my clit in tight, precise movements, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "Watch yourself come, Nicole. See what a goddess you are."

My reflection shows a woman unraveling. Logan watches me over my shoulder, gauging my reactions, adjusting his movements to drive me higher.

"Come for me," he commands through clenched teeth. "Come around my cock."

His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his fingers and the perfect angle of his thrusts, catapult me over the edge. The orgasm hits like a lightning strike—sudden, violent, all-consuming, and accompanied by a sudden downpour.

I clamp down as something warm splashes down my thighs and onto the floor between my feet.

"Fuck!" he snarls, grabbing onto my hips as his rhythm goes wild and erratic as he chases his own release.

My legs give out entirely, but it doesn’t matter. He holds me up effortlessly by my hips, his supernatural strength on full display as he continues to drive into me.

"Don’t stop," I beg, though I’m not sure I can take much more. My body is oversensitive, every nerve ending raw and exposed. "Please don’t stop."

He buries his face against my neck with a growl that vibrates through my entire body as his body goes stiff, slamming in one last time.

It’s the last little bit that sends me over the edge again. This time, it’s almost relaxing, a soft echo of what came just moments before as my vagina clenches and flutters in turn.