Page 16 of Forced By the Alpha

“How’s your leg?” He sat down next to her, not quite touching, but almost. Close enough to feel her heat. “Still hurting you?”

She nodded, biting on her lower lip. “A little. It’s better, though. Maybe another day or two before I can move properly. Is that when… is that what you're waiting for? Before we mate?”

Her wide eyes fixed on him. Daring, he took her hand like he had at the mating ceremony. “Put that out of your mind for now, Beth. I just wanted to know how you were feeling.”

It wasn’t out of his mind, though, not with his skin against her skin, not with that slip of a dress. Sitting, it was so close to revealing her that his eyes kept dropping there, to the shadow between her legs. Damn Emma. This would be easier if she’d put Beth in something with a little more coverage.

“Excuse me if I find that hard to believe. You are keeping me prisoner after all, I didn’t imagine my well-being was your top priority.”

Her words landed like a well-deserved slap, and they had the same effect, making his blood boil. He twisted toward her, his hand coming up to grip the back of her neck. Her lips parted in an oh of surprise. She felt so delicate in his grip, weightless.

“Watch your tone.” He traced her jawline with his thumb, up to her fat bottom lip.

“I’m your alpha now.”

She was frozen in his grasp, but defiance radiated from her eyes. Her breath hitched when the pad of his finger touched her lip. He could see the tip of her pink tongue, and his body ached with the thought of what it could do. Restraint warred with desire.

“You’re my mate,” she argued, breathy. It came out like a gasp when he tugged her closer and followed the path of his thumb with his lips.

He kissed along her jaw, up to her lip, nipping the mound of it. “Both.”

God, he wanted her. Too young or not, his body didn't care. His fingers moved up her leg, along her inner thigh, stopping just before her dress did. Her legs parted for him. Did she mean to, or had her body responded to him without input from her stubborn mind? His mouth crashed into hers, claimed hers, and like her legs, her lips parted for him. The heat beside his hand was too much, too tempting, too close, and he grazed his fingertip against the crease where thigh met panty. She arched beneath him, pressing closer to the pressure.

“N-not yet.” She broke away from his kiss, face flushed. “Please. Not yet.”

She looked perfect then, with the color high on her cheeks, hair tousled, and lips bruised red from his kisses. Devon drew on every ounce of restraint he had to pull back from her. His cock strained against the fabric of his jeans.

“Okay. Not yet.” He forced the words out and was rewarded with the barest hitch of a smile.

But he couldn’t stay there. It was too much. The need for her was enough to drive him mad, and he didn’t want to do something he’d regret. He had to get out of there. Had to put some space between them.

“I’ll be in my office if you need me,” he said, soaking in every inch of her before turning away.

And he would be. After he took care of his situation.He ran his fingers through his hair to give them something to do other than touch her and walked out of the room, praying he didn't run into any of the pack on his way. The last thing he needed was for them to see him in this state.

He made it through the empty halls and into his room, locking the door behind him. He stripped down and stepped into the shower, turning the water up until steam filled it.

His cock was heavy in his hand, throbbing with a need he felt throughout his whole body. He gripped it lightly, stroking it with the soft, gentle touch he imagined Beth would have. He’d have her on her knees in front of him, her doe eyes looking up into his as that pink tongue lapped at his cock.

“Fuck, Beth.” Eyes closed, he let his hand move faster now, fingers wrapping around his length. It was slick, precum leaking from the tip, and he imagined her moan when she tasted it, her hunger for more as he stroked his thumb over the head.

She’d try to take it all in, every inch of him. He pictured those lips stretching around the girth of him, that tongue working the underside of his shaft.

His forearms flexed as he pumped his hand faster, and felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. He was close. In his head, Beth was desperate for his cum, her hands on his hips to pull him deeper into her mouth. Devon groaned out her name as the first shot of cum hit the glass. His orgasm raced through him, hips thrusting forward with every pulse of cum until he was drained, empty, heart racing as the hot water ran over his back.

He braced his forearm on the shower wall and caught his breath, panting.Fuck.He felt better, but the aching need for Beth, the real Beth, sat in his gut, persistent. His mate. His luna. Restraint would only take him so far with that burning need inside of him.

Devon washed the wall with the shower head, then scrubbed himself clean. The rest of the pack would be celebrating. They’d be many glasses deep in the champagne by that point, and he knew he should join them and make a show for the pack's sake.

He toweled off and pulled on his clothes. Beth’s scent clung to them, that sweet, floral smell like a field of wildflowers on a summer day. His cock gave a twitch. He ignored it, pulling on his shirt and dragging a brush through his hair. He’d never felt this way before. Never had a woman he wanted but couldn’t touch.

The sounds of the pack rose from the garden when he stepped outside. He glanced back at Beth’s window just once, then pushed thoughts of her down, determined to focus on the pack.

“There he is!” Jonah crowed as Devon stepped into the garden.

The pack was sprawled over the benches or on the grass, bottles, and glasses littering the area around them. Even Emma was smiling, cozied up with Caleb on a blanket, his arm wrapped around her in a casual possessiveness. Something in Devon eased. It had worked. Already, finding a luna had brought the pack closer together. Here, they were celebrating without violence, without bloodsport. They could be more.

“Where’s Beth?” Caleb asked, grinning. “Or did she need a little recovery time after you gave her the ride of her life?”

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