Maddox Makes Her Come

*Isla*

I received a note from Maddox, written by his own hand, that he’d be by to get me for dinner at 7:00.

Now, it’s 6:55, and I am watching the clock, wondering if it’s possible for the hands to actually move backward.

It seems to be taking forever for him to arrive!

I am pacing back and forth at the end of my bed, the long red dress I am wearing swishing back and forth. It’s not exactly a gown, but it’s fancier than most of the dresses I have in my wardrobe.

I want to look nice for him, especially tonight.

Is there a chance this will be the night he will claim me?

My heart races as I think about it. I sure hope so.

“You’re going to wear the carpet out,” Poppy says, her nose in a book. She’s hardly spoken to me today, and she hasn’t done a lick of work either. She’s upset that I didn’t tell her what happened between Maddox and me last night. I keep thinking she’ll get over it, but so far, what I’ve learned about Poppy is that it takes a lot for her to get past things.

I don’t respond to her, though. I am holding the note Maddox scent in my hands, my eyes tracing every stroke of his writing as I go back and forth, back and forth.

At 6:59, I pause, my nose in the air. I smell him…. The scent of his cologne tinges the air. I know he is nearby.

“He’ll probably be late,” Poppy says. “It’s not even—”

Her remark is cut off by a knock on my door. I smile at her, lay the note on my bed, and bound over to get it myself, even though Poppy is closer. She puts her book down and stands out of respect.

Maddox looks amazing. He’s not wearing a tie, but he has on a dark gray suit jacket over his white button-down, and I can see a tuft of his chest hair sticking out. I want to wrap it around my finger.

“Hi,” he says, smiling at me.

“Hi,” I say back, sounding like a teenage girl.

He extends a bouquet of pink roses. “Do you like pink?” he asks me. “I was going to get red, but I thought that might be… a bit too… forward.”

Because red means love, and he’s not sure he loves me yet? Well, of course, he shouldn’t be because he’s not supposed to love me ever. He’s just supposed to make a baby with me.

And yet, he’s brought me flowers, so I must mean more to him than just any old breeder, right?

I take the flowers and bring them to my nose, breathing in deeply. “I love them,” I tell him. “Thank you so much.” No one has ever brought me flowers before except for my father. He stopped and picked some wildflowers once for my birthday. It was the only thing he could afford. I’d kept those flowers and pressed them. In fact, I had them with me now in a book in my nightstand drawer.

“I’m so glad,” he says. “Poppy, can you get a vase?”

“Of course,” she says, bowing her head. She takes the flowers from me, and Maddox offers his hand.

“Shall we?”

I don’t answer with words, only giggle, and he leads me from the room, out to the hall, and around all of those precious works of art that one must never touch.

“I thought we could dine in the garden this evening, if that’s all right with you?” he says as we go to an exterior door.

“That sounds… beautiful,” I say. I am wondering if there will be enough light, but as he takes me to the spot where he already has a table and chairs set up, I can see that the trees around the table are decorated with thousands of tiny twinkling lights.

I stop to cover my mouth with my free hand, not wanting to let go of his. “It’s… gorgeous!” I say.

He smiles. “I’m glad you like it. I thought it would be… romantic.” He shrugs. “I’m not usually very good at this sort of thing, but I thought lights, flowers, music, and a nice meal might be a good way to impress you.”

“Impress me?” I ask him, my eyes widening. “You impress me enough just by being you, Alpha.”

I see a shift in his countenance as he absorbs my compliment. “Thank you, Isla,” he says in a humble tone. “That’s… kind of you.”

“It’s true,” I assure him. “But this!” I turn back to the scene in front of me where waiters are setting the table. “This is like something out of a dream!”

With a chuckle, he leads me over and pulls out my chair for me. I hear soft violin music and see the musician standing in the background between some of the trees.

“I thought live music might be better this time,” he explains.

I don’t care what kind of music we listen to. As long as I’m with him, that’s all that matters.

The servants bring us Italian this time—salad, lasagna, breadsticks, red wine, and for dessert, tiramisu, something I’ve never tried before. I can’t even remember the last time I had lasagna. My mom tends to make a lot of soups and stews because she can get the ingredients for those dishes cheaply, and they last a long time.

“Do you like it?” Maddox asks me as we eat.

“I love it,” I tell him. “This is the best thing I’ve put in my mouth for a long time.”

He smirks at me, and I raise my eyebrows, wondering what I’ve said. He replies, “I can’t stay the same. I had something pretty delicious in my mouth earlier today.”

My face turns the same crimson shade as my dress. It takes me a moment to realize that he is talking about tasting… me, and I can’t help the rush of blood to my cheeks.

He looks serious, though, and I am speechless.

After a moment, Maddox chuckles and says, “Sorry, Isla. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“No, it’s okay,” I tell him, and I mean it. I tear a breadstick in half and dip one of the ends in red sauce. “It’s just… uh… different for me. But it’s not embarrassing.” How can I be embarrassed that the king spent his morning… between my legs?

We finish eating, and I linger with tiramisu in my mouth even though my stomach is full. It tastes so good, though, I don’t want to stop eating it, even with King Maddox finished, not really touching his dessert, and smiling at me from across the table.

I wonder if he will want to dance again.

Finally, unable to put another bite in my mouth, I lay my fork down.

“Are you done, beautiful?” he asks me.

My face heats again, and I can only nod, afraid if I open my mouth something other than words will come out.

He stands and comes around the table, offering me his hand. I take it, and he pulls me to my feet.

Without another word, he leads me back inside. He’s already asked me, the night before, if I will go back to his room with him, so I don’t feel that he needs to ask again. And ultimately, he paid for me, so he can do what he wants.

We make it down the hallway this time, no bloody Alpha’s daughters popping out to spook us, and we go inside of his chambers. His living room is bigger than my house back in Willow pack. He has a kitchen area, a dining room, and then we go through another door to his bedroom.

The bed is massive—I think four people can fit in it. I wonder if he’s ever had more than one woman in the bed with him, but push those thoughts away and classify them as “not my business.”

His furniture is dark wood, his comforter black, and everything about the room seems intimidating, except for the man standing behind me, breathing in my hair.

I lean back into him, letting his mouth come down on my neck.

We’ve been so close to this a few times now, and though I was nervous, maybe even afraid, the first time he came into my room, and I thought he was going to claim me, tonight, I am not afraid at all.

I am electrified—ready to let him claim me in every way imaginable.

As he kisses a trail down my neck, his hands come around to my chest, and he pulls the strap of my gown down.

I’m not wearing a bra….

I don’t need one in this gown.

When he sees that, he gasps, and immediately his fingers move to my nipple, which is already hard just from his presence.

But he has a way of making it even harder as he tugs and works it, rubbing it between his expert fingers. I groan and lean back, feeling that ache between my legs grow.

Maddox slides my other arm out of the strap, and my slinky gown falls to the ground, pooling around my sandals. I work my feet out of them as his other hand begins to work my breast. I press myself into him, my eyes closed so I can savor every sensation.

He’s hard. I can feel his massive erection against my back. I can’t help but rub against him. I want him to feel as good as I do, better even.

A grunt reverberates in his throat. I turn my head, and his lips encapsulate mine, his tongue snaking around mine. One hand slides down my stomach, and when he touches my wet panties, I suck in a deep breath and spread my legs.

His finger slides around the fabric, and he begins to explore my folds. As my breath leaves my lungs, I began to move my hips, wanting more.

“You like that?” he whispers in my ear.

“Y-yes.” My voice is a stuttering whisper as I try to get a response out of my mouth.

His fingers continue to search my most intimate area, and when he slips a finger inside of me, I gasp and take hold of his wrist.

He works his finger back and forth, much the same way as he did with his tongue that morning, and it feels so good, I feel my legs growing weak.

Without a word, Maddox withdraws his hand, lifts me off the ground, and carries me to the bed, depositing me so that my head is against the pillows.

I can hardly open my eyes. Even without his finger inside of me, I still feel like my body is on fire.

He stands next to the bed and begins to undress, and my hand roams my breasts as I watch him. His body is magnificent. The rippling muscles of his abdomen and chest flex as he bends and moves to take his pants off, and I am mesmerized by his physique.

Maddox looks up and sees me watching him and smiles. When he drops his pants, he takes his underwear down, too, and his penis springs free.

His cock is huge, rock hard, and pointing directly at me. I bite my bottom lip as he crawls over toward me, hooking his thumbs around my panties and pulling them off.

“You’re not frightened, are you?” he asks as he positions himself between my legs.

I spread them wide for him and shake my head. “No, I’m not frightened.”

His mouth crashes down on mine, and I lift a hand to the back of his head. I feel his erection against my wet pussy, and I want him so bad, I’m already beginning to throb.

“I’ll try not to hurt you,” he whispers in a sultry voice, “but it might sting a bit.”

I’m still not scared. I want him inside of me.

All of him.

I wrap my arms around his muscular back and splay my fingers. As the tip of his shaft pushes inside of me, I lift my hips. My head tips back, and my fingernails dig into him.

“Oh, Goddess,” Maddox says on an exhale. “You’re so tight. You feel… so good, Isla.”

I can’t speak as both pain and anticipation take over, and when he uses his hips to thrust the rest of the way inside of me, a sharp pain radiates out from between my legs.

But then, his mouth is on mine again, his teeth pulling on my bottom lip as he kisses me over and over again, his tongue twirling with mine.

His hips start to move, and I move with him, lifting and grinding and doing my best to make him feel as unbelievable as I feel.

Maddox knows exactly where to touch me. His hands run the length of me, stopping and caressing all of my most sensitive areas, and within moments, I find myself panting and moaning, my voice sounding so high and ethereal, I hardly recognize it. My body feels so good, it’s like every fiber of my being is slowly catching fire with the heat of this passion he has ignited within me, and all I want is to feel this way forever.

When my muscles begin to spasm around his shaft, I can’t help but cry out, “Oh, Goddess, Maddox!” before the muscles in my core tighten, my toes curl, and my mouth drops open in a silent scream of bliss.

With his hips continuing to thrust, I am frozen that way for so long, my mind goes blank, and all I am aware of is this amazing man and the waves of pleasure washing over me, like an ocean pounding the surface at high tide. I can’t breathe, but I don’t need oxygen anymore, as long as I have him.

After what seems like hours, Maddox finally grunts a few times and releases himself into me. Warmth spreads throughout my abdomen, and while I’m sad that it’s over, I can finally take my first full breath in several minutes.

Covered with perspiration, he lowers his head to mine and kisses me softly before he rests his head on my shoulder. He’s still inside me, though I can feel he’s no longer nearly as hard.

I wrap my arms around him, holding him there, next to my heart. I never want this to end. Though I haven’t known him that long, I am certain I am already falling for him.

Maddox’s eyelashes brush my cheek as he blinks a few times, obviously tired. “Thank you, Isla,” he says in a deep, husky voice.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t feel like I’ve done anything, but I reply, “Thank you… Maddox.” He smiles up at me, and then rolls onto the other pillow.

My body feels cold without him on top of me, but it’s only for a moment before he pulls me over against his chest and wraps me up in his strong arms, and the rest of the world fades away.