Page 78 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

Like every other part of Liam, he is big here, too. His cock is huge, veiny, and glistening at the top.

There is a bit of swelling just before the balls, which I don’t remember seeing in my biology textbooks.

Then he groans as he wraps a hand around himself and strokes.

Oh no!

He grows harder, longer, girthier.

There is no fucking way he is going to fit inside me.

His teeth are gleaming in the light as he licks his lower lip.

“Can I touch you?” I whisper.

I am scared and turned on at the same time.

He does not respond; he just moves closer to me. When he lets go of his cock, it bobs proudly, standing at attention.

I reach out and wrap one hand around the head.

He hisses. “Selene, you’ll make me come if you do that.”

“Sorry,” I smile as I slide my fingers over the top, down the shaft, to the swelling above his balls, and then to his balls that seem to hang low and heavy. He must read the question in my reverent touch because, through gritted teeth, he explains.

“That’s my knot. When I mate with my partner,” (the wolf part he does not mention, but it is obvious by the way he looks away) “then I slide all the way into her. When I do, I can come, and the knot swells, making sure no cum can leave. It is mostly for breeding.”

“Oh!” I whisper. I hate the sudden ache in my chest at the thought of him fucking someone else.

“Do vampires have mates?” he asks.

“No. We sleep with whoever we want.” I am still stroking him lazily as I continue to explain. “We do have pure-bloods though.”

“Oh fuck!” he moans as I massage his balls. I smile.

I like that I have this effect on him.

“What does that mean?”

“Pure-bloods are born of vampires whose bloodlines are pure. Like me. I am a pure-blood. If I were to fuck another pure-blood, then we’d give birth to a pure-blood vampire.”

“Oh. How many of you are there?” he asks.

“Not a lot. Most vampires are humans that have been turned. They can’t breed.”

He understands the implication of that. We are few and far between, and he and his little council have so much to do with that.

“Selene…”

The way he says my name, so fucking gentle tugs at something in me.

“No. This is not a history lesson,” I slide my fingers over his head and then rub his slit with my thumb. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

This night has given me emotional whiplash, but I am not lying when I say I want to have sex with Liam. I have thought about it too many times to ignore, and us talking about anything else is just delaying the inevitable.

His kind hates my kind.

Maybe tomorrow, he’ll wake up, and all his instincts will be honed back to wanting me dead.

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