Page 46 of The Alpha's Arranged Bride

“God. Jesus. Fuck. No.”

“Is that a real no, or a ‘fuck me up and down on your cock until I explode’ no?”

“Yes.” Her nails curled into his shoulder as she grasped him harder. “Fucking yes.”

He lifted her so effortlessly. She’d never known half of his strength and force. She felt it now gathered tightly in his shoulders and his hands as they guided her. He slowly lifted her until his cock came out of her with a wet noise. His brows crashed together.

“You feel empty, don’t you? Your cunt wants my cock more than anything in the world.”

“Yes.”

“Look at you, you’re dripping for me,” he said, his eyes inflamed with lust.

She was still burning, her muscles in shock at the stretch because for decades she hadn’t had more than a single finger inside herself, and most of the time she didn’t bother, just stroking her clit quickly when she was too frustrated not to. She needed this rough, hard man to love her body back to life. She needed the hurt just as badly as she needed tenderness.

“Good. So fucking good.” He worked her back down over his cock, lowering her all on his own. He filled her until she had to let her head fall back and let him take over.

He kept lifting her up and down, working her over his dick, but then he started movinginside her, and fuck, nothing on earth compared to the feeling. She was so full. It still hurt, but she didn’t care because it was also sheer fucking bliss.

“Agnar…” She whispered his name and it felt almost holy leaving her lips. Like she was speaking her deepest, darkest secret to him and he was right there, accepting it, carrying the weight of it, claiming her and marking her anyway.

He was inside her long before this. He was the mark right on the surface of her heart that would never heal. She was glad to bear the scar of him.

“I can feel your cunt stretched tight around me. Come on my cock. All this pain, I’m so proud of you.”

She swept her hands to the back of his head and clenched his hair where it was longest. “Give me real praise,” she growled, the first huge waves of pleasure rolling nearer. She was an island out in the middle of the ocean and those waves were coming at her from all sides. She was about to be obliterated.

She could feel how tight Agnar was coiled beneath her. He could have finished this a long time ago, but he was holding himself back. Holding her back. Holding both their release and their destruction in check. She studied his face, staring straight into the glorious sun of his ragged, scarred, rugged, wolf-like beauty.

She could feel her tears gathering, the rain before the storm. When she blinked, they slid down her cheeks. “Tell me what I am to you,” she urged as she leaned over him. “Please.”

He heaved out a huge breath. His chest hit her nipples and she gasped, and he groaned at her obvious reaction. His cock throbbed deep inside her. He’d gone completely still except for all the other ways he was alive.

She could see him struggling with the words, grappling with the decision. Nothing was simple. Did he know what he wanted to say? Could he force out the words? Would he tell her? Did he feel it at all? She tried to convince herself that the coupling couldn’t and wouldn’t be so fierce and all-consuming if it wasn’t perfectly right. If they weren’t perfectly matched as mates, but anyone could have sex. She couldn’t mistake that for love, even if he’d given his word he would stay.

“Mine.” The word exploded out of him, a grenade to her body.

He gave her one vicious stroke after another, rutting into her like a wild beast. She met every stroke with a new desperation of her own. She was almost afraid of what would happen if she didn’t come.

She felt every thick inch of Agnar driving inside her until she finally burst into an orgasm so powerful that she nearly blacked out. It was like hitting the highest of highs. Nothing could compare, not even the drugs she’d unknowingly taken that night.

She ground her teeth and let him use her. He took her by the hips and rammed her up and down on his cock. There was nothing sane or gentle about it.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, more.”

She splintered apart again, driven to another forceful orgasm so powerful she could only whimper her way through it. Bones? What were bones? She didn’t have a single one left in her whole body.

He pulled out and came against her stomach, hot bursts that kept erupting again and again, until they were both sticky and wet. They were so hot, even when they started cooling.

She was disappointed that he hadn’t come inside her, but he didn’t know that she took herbs to regulate her cycle.

“Agnar,” she whispered, setting her forehead against his. He cupped the back of her neck. “So good.”

“So good,” he echoed in agreement, and in those two words, she heard that same declaration. Mine.

Her heart dared to fully hope when she looked into his gray eyes, burning like banked coals on a fire that had been freshly lit, a magical fire that might just burn for the rest of eternity.

Chapter 19

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