Page 146 of Rogue Alpha Prince
That grabs my attention, and I try to focus on what they are saying, instead of imagining all the ways Cain can fuck me when he’s done with pack business.
“What about it? Did he change his mind?”
“No, Alpha, I wanted to know if you want to move it before the wedding.”
“What wedding? Oh, okay. Yes, that’s a good idea. But not good enough to stop me from fucking my wife against the door.”
I cover my mouth, so they don’t hear me laughing. Cain immediately glances at my shaking shoulders. Nothing can be hidden from him.
“As I said, you were just throwing knives and fighting in front of everyone,” Beta says as irritated, as if he was the one whose fucking was interrupted.
My throbbing clit doesn’t let me think clearly. I need the release!
I don’t listen to them anymore. I take off the red blouse I was wearing to the date and the ruined panties, and Cain’s focus shifts too. I can see it in the way he keeps glancing my way, despite Beta still talking.
I can feel through the mate bond how much he struggles against its power too. It’s overwhelming, and all-consuming, and…
I stand up and close the doors in front of Beta’s nose, I assume, and turn to Cain and his lifted black brows. I push on his bare chest lightly, right on the spot where the wound should be if he was an ordinary human.
But he’s not ordinary in any way. And he’s mine.
“Take me, Cain,” I say with a sultry voice, and pass him to climb onto the bed.
I don’t make it to the bed. He catches me first, holding me firmly by my waist, his fingers digging into my stomach.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says in his husky voice, his breath brushing my ear. “Be a good little wolf and bend down for me.”
I clench my muscles and bend down, my ass up, while he still holds me tightly. As soon as I rest my hands on the edge of the mattress, I feel his dick on my slit, sliding up and down, coating himself in my wetness. He slams inside again and starts thrusting into me, hard, slow, and so deliciously deep—I’m not sure I can take it. He pushes my back even lower, and I feel the pressure building up, making me closer and closer to the edge, until…
“Are you submitting to me because you feel like you have to?” He stops moving, and tilts my head up with a fist in my hair.
What the heck? Why is he stopping?
“No,” I’m panting and trying to move my hips back and forth on my own, which makes his hold on me even firmer, blocking me.
“You are a royal alpha-blooded wolf. Why aren’t you acting more dominant?”
“What? No, Cain, please…” I slam my hips against his. “Please, fuck me, however you want,” I’m pleading, almost on the verge of crying again.
I was so close already…
He starts moving again slowly, still holding my waist with one hand and my hair with another. “You can move, please yourself.”
I move my hips against him, again and again, making him moan sexily until I’m a moaning, panting mess myself. I reach the ultimate high and scream, maybe for him, maybe for the moon that casts its holy glow on us, or maybe for the Goddess herself.
He guides me, with his fist in my hair, until I’m kneeling before him; then he pushes his dick deep into my throat, making my eyes water and momentarily cutting my air.
“Fuck!” He stills, and I feel his cock jerking inside my mouth—spurt after spurt—while I’m sucking all his seed without restraint, until there’s no more left, then yanks me up and kisses my forehead.
I wrap my hands around his torso to steady myself.
“Sorry, I should haveasked you first probably. But I was too close to think, and we forgot about condoms again.”
He can do to me whatever he wants, if he makes me feel as good as he just did. My legs are trembling.
I groan into his chest, “At least you remembered. I’m so bad at this.”
I can’t believe I didn’t even think about it, in the heat of the moment. And I was the one begging him to take me… I guess whatever was left of my brain got smashed when his mark intensified our true mate bond.
