Page 134 of Rogue Alpha Prince
He made me so horny this week—never trying to take me, but constantly touching me at night with his strong alpha hands, that made my thoughtsobsessedwith sex every time. And the sex with him? It always felt so good, I can literally feel my walls clenching at the thought of it.
I deepen the kiss desperately. We are out of breath and the kiss is just perfect. Seems dirty and desperate, but sweet at the same time. It makes me pull back an inch or two, so I can look at him. Really look at him.
I am looking, and I see I’m a lost cause. Cain is hot as sin, and I can’t fight it anymore.
I have noidea when or how and why, but I totally fell in love with this insanely attractive, strong, ruthless man—whose huge muscled body is pressed against mine.
And that’s why I have to protect my heart.
But first I want to feel him, with all the raw emotions of the true mate bond, one last time before I say the dreaded words of rejection.
So, I lift myself onto my knees and take off my red blouse. He pulls himself up too, and I help him take off his shirt. My hand lingers on his abs, and he smirks with all the confidence in the world. We kick off our shoes and take each other’s pants and underwear off. His eyes travel along my naked body, making me all hot and bothered.
He is kneeling before me, sitting on his heels, strong legs apart, dick already so hard and glorious I can’t help but wrap my hand tightly around it.
He growls and then wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me so close it almost hurts. I put my hands on his shoulders and then move them deliberately slowly to his neck and head. I tangle my fingers in his black hair and tug.
He kisses my jaw and shifts us slightly. I can feel his cock between my legs, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
But he’s not in a rush. He takes his sweet time, kissing my face, biting my lips, and grabbing my ass. I moan under his warm touch. One of his hands wanders between my wet folds, and my body wants to burst with desire.
I want to plead with him to take me already, but the raw passion happening between us doesn’t let me speak.
He starts to circle my clit, and another moan escapes my lips. The grip of his other hand tightens on my back, and my breath hitches when he stops circling to line up his dick to my pussy.
He slowly plunges in, and it feels so marvelously full that I arch my back in pure reinless pleasure.
I start to grind my hips, and this time he’s the one moaning—it’s so fucking sexy, I grab his jaw in my hands and pull him in for another searing hot kiss. His tongue in mymouth, his hands roam my back, I ride his dick with slow deliberate moves, and all these sensations become overwhelming.
So, I pull from the kiss, and Cain growls again—his wolf part almost touching the surface, making him even hotter than before. Primal.
He lays me down on my back and starts moving faster, deeper, harder… He puts pressure on my clit again and I moan and writhe under him. He smirks and slows down with his strong thrusts, denying me my release for now. I both hate and love him for it.
He pounds, dragging every move, driving me crazy with desire. We are both panting and moaning, and slowly lose contact with reality. There’s only me and him and how deliciously good his tongue feels on my nipple, breast, neck…
He starts kissing the spot where his mark should be one day, in the distant impossible future. And oh Goddess, I no longer know what is going on, just the pressure of the building up pleasure. I reach my peak harder than ever—his mouth still latched on the nape of my neck and I’m on a complete high; slowly realizing that my muscles are clenching around his throbbing cock, and Cain’s sharp teeth are grazing my way-too-tender skin…
Teeth?
I shoot my hands up to my neck, and he pulls away enough for me to see the blood running down his elongated canines.
“No, no, no! What did you do?” I desperately touch the trace of his teeth on my skin, a warm sticky sensation on my fingers confirming he bit me.
He marked me.
“No, no, please, no,” I’m sobbing with a realization that no matter how long I plead, he will never be able to take it back. “No, no, what did you do? Cain, what did you do?”
I will never be able to reject him now.
I can’t reject him anymore!
I feel cold and empty—hemust have stood up. I don’t care. I put my hands over my face and cry even harder. I don’t care. I hear him coming back and then feel some warm, wet towel rubbed on the skin between my thighs. I don’t care. I cry, and I mourn my plan, my life, and myself.
My cries turn into quieter sobs one more time, and I start to register Cain’s movement again. He is cleaning me. I don’t look, my eyes still hidden under my palms, but I can hear the water pouring over some metal bowl. He is rinsing the cloth. I concentrate on that sound and stop sobbing.
“Are you in pain?” he asks with his husky voice, and I shake my head ‘no.’
He puts the cloth where my neck meets my left shoulder and starts rubbing his mark.
