Page 215 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I climb on his lap and rest my hands on his chest straddling him again but stopping my wet pussy a few inches over him.
He looks at me with a smirk, waiting to see what I’ll do.
I reach with my hand between us and grab his cock again.
“May I, Alpha?” I say with the most seductive voice I can muster and kiss his lips while positioning him between my dripping wet folds.
“If I knew that would make you such a good girl… Uh. Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmurs when I sink down on him inch by inch.
I can’t think straight anymore, overwhelmed by the pleasure that had been missing from my life for over a month…
Cain can’t wait still and grabs my hips, guiding me on himself and thrusting up. The way he fills me with an upward force takes my breath away.
His grip is so tight I can’t move at all except my hands, but I need them to steady myself even more. So, I keep them on his warm chest, our skins contrasting, and I let him fuck me like that, hard and fast and carelessly.
I keep my head bent back and I moan with every push. I can feel my muscles contracting around his girth, and it makes me even more aroused. Then he moans in his deep voice, and it’s all it takes to bring me to the edge, where I stay with my head spinning with desire and need for release from that high I’m reaching.
“Cain,” I moan his name with desperation to come, “Please…”
He reaches to lick my left nipple, bites it playfully, and then sucks on it, driving me crazy.
“Come for me now,” he growls the command around it, and it does take me over the edge while he’s loosening his grip, letting me ride my release while he flicks my other nipple between two fingers.
I move my hips and grind my clit on his pubic bone, riding his cock, involuntarily elongating my fangs, panting and moaning until the convulsions stop, and I can’t move anymore.
I slump on him all sensitive and so emotional all of a sudden, and distracted by the fact his command to come worked like that on me. Like he owns my heart and my body… I’m so completely his it’s soul-stirring.
The need to mark him as my own is so strong I move my face into his neck, opening my mouth with clear intention while he’s still inside of me, slowly picking up the pace. He grabs my jaw roughly at the last moment when my protruding canines already touch his skin and pulls me for a messy, hot kiss.
“You’ve been a bad Little Wolf,” his voice is filled with raw desire, and before I know what is happening, he lifts me up like I weigh nothing, and all I can concentrate on is being stuffed again by his painfully hard and leaking cock.
“Please,” I plead desperately despite already coming once.
He pushes me to the side, throwing my torso over the backrest, so only my ass is up, and thrusts into me again so deep I scream. “No more biting.”
He slowly takes his cock out of me, then thrusts again and repeats it a few more agonizing times. I can feel him teasing me with his tip, first my clit, then up to my ass, and I jolt up, but he pushes me back down with his hand on my lower back and thrust into my pussy again.
At the same time, I feel a slight pressure on my asshole that weirdly enhances whatever I’m already feeling…
“Cain,” I moan his name in a haze.
“Relax, it’s just a finger, nothing more,” he says while taking the other hand under me to my clit.
I nod, my moans becoming screams of pleasure, while he plays with me roughly and I can’t take the intense build-up anymore. I come on his cock so hard I don’t know how much more I can take. He fucks me through my orgasm and feeling him jerk inside me with his own release—making me come even harder and squirting all over his hand.
I can hear his satisfied laugh.
He pulls me up and lays me down on a couch before grabbing my chin again, “No. More. Biting,” he kisses me after every word.
Maybe he doesn’t want me to mark him, but he looks like he would burn the world for me. And I certainly would for him.
“I hate you,” he growls looking so good in his post-sex bliss that he could tell me anything and I would still let him fuck me again.
I would let him do whatever he wants to me.
“I hate you too,”I manage to say with my cheeks still crushed between his thumb and two fingers, meaning the complete opposite.
Over two weeks later, I am walking out of Cain’s office—all confident with finally managing to snoop around for information I promised myself to gather on the enemy land when Beta Lucifer first came to me with their marriage pact proposal in late Spring.
