Page 97 of Rogue Alpha Prince
But I am not alone. There are two strong arms not letting me fall, and sweet lips helping me forget.
I grab Cain's face, his trimmed beard pricking my fingers, and I deepen the kiss. I don’t want to think about anything, I just want to feel his lips on me. Drink him in. He tightens his arms around my waist and lifts me from the floor—our tongues dancing, breath catching, my legs wrapping around his hips. My hands start exploring his distinctive jawline, shaved back and sides of his head, and silky black hair on top.
We are kissing as if our lives depend on it, and maybe they do. Mine does for sure.
Before I know it, another door slams behind us, and I’m being roughly laid down on the bed. We are in the Gray Room again. Cain’s mouth moves to my jaw and neck, and his hands move to my slightly parted legs—yanking the dress up to my waist. He rises up to look down at my exposed pussy, biting his lower lip.
He keeps staring at the same spot with lust in his eyes while taking off his knives, but he doesn’t bother to undress. I feel entranced, so I don’t move. I just look at his handsome face, beautiful skin, and chiseled-by-the-Goddess body. He kneels before the bed, still in his leather pants and belts crossing his chest. He pulls me closer by my calves harshly and dives his head between my thighs like a starving man.
I close my eyes and give in to the physical sensations of the hot tongue on my clitoris. I put my legs on Cain’s shoulders, my high heels resting on his back. He chuckles in my folds, and I arch my back from the vibrating sensation. I love his laugh. He slips his rough hands under my dress, around my thin waist, and starts sucking at my clit.
I moan and writhe under his touch but it all abruptly stops too soon. I open my eyes, and I lift myself on my elbows, panting.
He’s by the dresser and makes something rustle. I’m still getting used to seeing his tattooed arm.
“Cain?”
“Yes, little wolf?” He finally turns to me and opens a condom packet with his teeth. I lower my gaze at the bulge in his pants.
He pulls his pants slightly down to free his throbbing erection, and slips the condom on. Then steps to the bed, and I can’t help but scoot back at the thought of that big thing going inside of me—which is ridiculous when it’s not our first time, so I laugh nervously. He arches his brows at me while stroking himself lazily.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… you are really big.”
“And you are all wet and will take me so well,” he says like a porno star.
I open my legs wide for him, while another nervous laugh leaves my lips, like all coherent thoughts leave my brain. I’m slightly embarrassed by how fricking much his dirty talk makes me stupid and willing.
“Good girl.”
Wow. I swear I felt my clit throb at his husky voice just now.
Cain doesn’t waste any more time and grabs me by my hips to plunge his cock deep inside of me. I moan with overwhelming pleasure, but he captures my lips with his, so it’s muffled.
He thrusts hard, but painfully slow, and I quickly come undone under him. He puts pressure with his fingers on my clitoris and I scream his name and ‘Yes!’ again and again—until I finally finish riding off the rippling pleasure of the longest climax I ever felt. He stills with a groan and collapses onto me.
I lightly push on his heavy body, and he gets off of me. As soon as he disposes of the condom, he pulls me closer and cages me in his arms. We are both hot and sticky after this quick passionate session, panting lightly.
“I like your natural hair color,” he mumbles into my temporarily pink waves and starts to breathe heavily shortly after.
Because that’s what Moon Goddess chose for you, I think bitterly.
The post-coital haze finally subdues, and the void-like pain returns to my chest. I start sobbing, and Cain pulls me closer to himself as if he wants to comfort me even in his sleep. I can’t stand this monster being so sweet to me! I cover my mouth to suppress a wail.
I’m being woken up by soft kisses traveling down the side of my neck. I open my eyes wide at that weirdly intimate moment with Rogue Prince. The subject of yesterday’s anxiety comes back with full force, but I try to anchor myself with slow breathing.
We lay on our sides—Cain’s front is pressed to my back with his arm tightly wrapped around my waist, and I gently move my ass away from his impressive morning boner. Or regular boner, he is awake after all and does like my ass, doesn’t he?
“Am I making you uncomfortable, little wolf?” he asks with a chuckle, and pulls me back close to him. Then takes his hand from my waist and slips it between his hard dick and my ass to respect my silent wish.
“No, it’s just…” I almost say I’m not in the mood, but the truth is, I wouldn’t deny him if he is. I wasn’t exactly in the mood yesterday either, but the second he started kissing me, he helped me forget and I loved every second of it.
It isn’t a mood problem right now. I just feel… numb.
He must sense something is wrong because he grabs my face and turns it toward him. There is no sign of his signature smirk.
“You were crying, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” I say with a blank voice and a hint of a polite smile—trying not to break under his fucking caring gaze, that I don’t understand at all.
