Trapped Between Two Alphas novel Chapter 310

(Katerina's POV)

I felt him just a split second before strong arms snaked around my waist from behind. Even without turning around, I knew who it was. I could sense him ... smell him ... feel him. He was my world, My master, my mate and my husband.

My fingers moved on their own accord, lifting to run slowly down his bared arms that encircled my waist ... traveling along them folded before me until my slender, dainty hands covered his rough, calloused ones.

I could feel his arms tighten around me and the sense of an impending doom seemed to close in tighter and my arms, too, tightened on him. It was as if I wanted to draw him closer while I could. In that moment, I knew I had been hoping he would turn to me.

My eyes closed as I felt his cheek press against my temple, the roughness of the stubble along his jaw kissing my flesh like a comforting caress. I just wanted to stand in his embrace like this forever.

I'm not sure how I turned into him but I found my face buried into the crook of his neck, the sting of unshed tears filling my eyes as my arms enfolded him closer. My fingers splayed out along his back as I felt his own move along mine in a comforting caress. I couldn't make out the words that he spoke softly into my ear. But I could feel the tension in my body begin to withdraw.

Our lips met slowly and I don't even recall looking up to see his face. Instead, I surrendered just to this moment in his arms. He tasted of wine, salt-kissed air and the heat of the day and my lips parted beneath his in an open invitation to take what he would from me. His fingers pressed into my back and I could feel myself arch into his hard form, the outline of strong muscles and his lean form causing my lashes to flutter down. I drank from him deeply and he, from me. I wanted to crawl up into him and just get lost in this helpless power that he always had over me.

My heart was thundering wildly beneath the rise and fall of my breasts. I just knew he could feel the pulse of it radiating out from my tongue as I hungrily explored the recesses of his mouth. And then, quietly but surely, as he had entered my life, he took control of the kiss. His tongue became more demanding, subduing mine beneath his as he tasted every inch of my willing mouth. I could feel my breath catch and quicken as my desire for him began to spread through me like a raging inferno that consumed everything in its path. He was like a drug to my system and I could feel my whole being fall within the power that he so exquisitely played over my will. All I could think of was how much I wanted to feel him inside of me and began to melt downwards, taking him with me as our tongues collided in an intricate dance.

He pressed me into the soft cushion of grass that lay beneath, stretching out languidly like a well-fed cat over my being. His leg pushed between mine as one hand reached out to caress the rise and fall of my breast beneath my tunic, fingers deftly brushing through the ties that held it in place. I could feel the gasp of my breath within his mouth as the sudden rush of cool air washed over my heated flesh, the nipple hardening to an aching point before it was suddenly covered by his calloused palm. He played my flesh like a master violinist upon his cherished instrument. He knew every inch of my body as I lay gasping beneath him, reaching to pull him closer as a soft whimper of need escaped my lips.

I could see his smile ... that smile of his that I never could quite read and I found myself wanting to know so desperately what he was thinking. I loved him so desperately but in the same moment, he scared me. I was so afraid that at any moment he would simply vanish, taking my happiness with him. I could feel my fingers tighten on the back of his shirt, pressing him closer. The husky burst of his laughter brought a blush to my cheeks and as if he could read my mind, he pulled back from me. I whimpered, reaching for him as the fear grasped hold of my heart. "Don't leave me ..."

His smile appeared again as he slowly peeled off his shirt, exposing his chest to my gaze and I felt myself visibly relax as I reclined beneath him. I could feel the sting of unshed tears kiss my eyes again out of relief and he leaned down, kissing me. I nearly cried out in the joy of it.

He helped me rise up some beneath him and with a tenderness that I never expected of him, removed the rest of my tunic as his eyes blazed with a desire that I had longed to see in his eyes. Through my tears, we embraced again ... our tongues mating as I longed for his entire body to do with mine. I clung to him like a drowning man to a scrap of wood floating amid the stormy waves and he held me almost protectively against his chest. I could feel my breasts crushed against an unmoving wall of strength in his arms but even so, my nipples ached for his intimate caress.