Page 52 of The Alpha's Arranged Bride

He was going to reward her sweet, needy pussy with his cock, but first he’d reward her with his mouth.

At the first lick, her head fell back, and she moaned.

She grasped his hair, desperate to pull him into her. He used his tongue to tease her clit, pressing down hard and then lashing it with slow, rolling licks. “Yes. There. Oh my god.”

She tried to grind her hips into his face, but he moved away, parting her and licking slowly along her slit. He dug his fingers into her ass where he knew she’d still have the afterburn from his slaps.

He thrust his tongue inside her and she screamed. He lifted her hips higher and ate her like he’d gone crazy. She went there too, wild and disheveled, riding his face even from her back.

He kept plunging his tongue inside her until she was thrashing all over the place. She looked like a wild animal, wounded and begging for mercy. He wasn’t going to give any. No quarter. He stopped filling her and gave her what he knew would finish her off, but not enough to let her come. He swirled his tongue over her clit instead of sucking it and licking it, scraping his teeth over it. He gave her the hot, horrible pleasure of it until she was begging. Sobbing. Broken.

She tried to speak, but there was nothing but low whimpers and hiccups, sobs wrenched in half. She dropped her hands from his hair. He wasn’t something she could hold onto. She grabbed for the blanket instead and she showed it no mercy either. She clutched it with strength beyond her normal ability, her body twisting, on the verge of breaking.

It was glorious. She was glorious. His sun, his sunset, his light.

His love.

He thought he was done with living, but then she fought for him, and she gentled him and she held on to him. She made him hers.

She was almost there even though he refused to give her what she needed. He could feel it coming in every feral twist and broken moan echoing through the cave. It was her own special place, and she’d brought him here. She’d brought him to fuck him and love him and make him truly hers now that he’d given his oath and become a part of her pack for life.

She tried to shove his face away and get her fingers in place, but he wouldn’t let her finish herself off like that.

He gave her what she needed, only because he desired to see and feel and taste her coming more than he desired to keep tormenting her. He repositioned, getting on his knees. He picked her shaking legs up and threw them over his shoulders. When he grasped her hips, she cried out as his fingers sunk into her skin.

He hammered into her, one brutal thrust, filling her until his balls slapped against her ass, which made her cry turn guttural.

He could already feel her clenching around his cock, so needy, aching to come.

He worked her hard over his dick, thrusting at the same time. Every single thrust was met with euphoria and pain. His fingers on her ass, her sensitive skin smacking up against him, his cock splitting her in half. She had to be full to the point where that stretch ached. She vibrated with pleasure anyway. With need.

Her back bowed off the blanket. Her shoulders were pretty much the only thing connected. Her head curled into her chest. Her eyes were closed, and he loved seeing the violent, passionate expression that she wasn’t even aware of. She struggled to breathe against the onslaught, her belly rippling and her lips parting with every breath she dragged in.

He tried to reach deeper with every thrust. He was hungry for her. It felt like a hunger that would never be sated. He wanted her more with every touch, every kiss, every taste, every thrust. He wanted to make her his. He wanted to open up the locked away parts of himself and let her in. He wanted her stamp of ownership written all over his insides.

He wanted to let her love him.

Maybe she’d even teach him how to do the same.

He made sure that he twisted with every long thrust, and then he increased the pace, their bodies slamming together, the friction hitting her against her sore skin but also against her clit.

She must have felt like she’d been on the brink forever, and when her pussy started clenching him, he wondered if she was even aware it was happening.

She was aware when it finally exploded over her. Her whole body twisted and warped violently. She shuddered and strained against him, trying to grab him. He grasped her hands and hauled her up so that his cock was taken away from her, but he slammed her down on top of him hard, her legs stretched out behind him. She went wild in his lap, either still coming or thrown into a second orgasm.

She was so tight, her muscles clenching around him as her pussy spasmed around his cock. He shuddered against her, wrapped his arms around her. His hips rolled again and again, until he was a pillar of fire. Every single cell pressed forward, finding that release, and when it did come, he poured it into her, filling her until he almost blacked out.

She kept moving against him, riding out the waves of her own climax, shuddering and moaning. Their bonding scent flooded the small cave as he claimed his mate and she claimed him back.

Mine.

He’d filled her full, and every movement caused some of that sticky wetness to spill out of her and coat both of them.

He kept rocking with her until he was sure the pleasure was spent, but even then, it was still a long while before either of them moved.

It was Prairie Rose who opened her eyes first. She took his face between her palms and kissed him, a satisfied, fulfilled, leisurely kiss that made him want to chase another round of passion with her there in that little cave.

“As much as I’d like to stay here all day with you, people will look for us. We’re late, but that doesn’t matter. Couples break off all the time.” She untangled herself and stood up. She held out her hand to him anyway.

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