Page 31 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

Cain growled again and tried to force himself out, but he shoved the beast back.

He had lost count of how many women he’d fucked. They were all equally enjoyable, even if he forgot their names the next day. Cain loved to fuck. After ripping heads off in battles, it was his second favourite thing to do.

Then in walked little Layla, who dared to admit that she wasn’t pure and the neurotic beast was ready to kill any man in the vicinity. His only options were to kill everyone or fuck Layla. There was no middle ground with Cain. All his plans went out of the window just like that so he could control his wolf’s murderous urges.

“What... What do you mean?” Layla asked. “It’s the wrong time of the month, and I haven’t started taking the—”

“Don’t lie to me, Layla,” he cut in as he took a few steps forward.

The whole purpose of going to Doctor Richards had been to figure out if Layla’s biology was like a human’s or a wolf’s. Would he have to wait until she ovulated, or would she go into heat? But that didn’t matter now because Cain was done waiting. No one could stop him.

No one had ever told him that the mating bond was like this, that it took over someone so completely. Every atom in his body was calling out for Layla. To touch her, to taste her. To fuck her until she forgot every other man she’d ever been with.

He wanted to claim her. Ruin her for all others. And he wasn’t sure if these were his thoughts or Cain’s.

He should never have brought her here. Wanting her that much ruined everything.

Layla backed away until she hit her bed with the back of her legs like she had done last night. He could tell she was nervous because she kept pulling on a loose strand of her hair. That mass of curly red hair was the first thing he noticed about her when he first saw Layla at the hotel. And then, at their second meeting, her tits had distracted him, laid out in the open the way they’d been. They looked big enough to fit in his palms, and he had huge hands. And then those eyes had captured him. A green so vibrant and full of life, the complete opposite of what he was.

She was beautiful; he couldn’t deny that. But she was still human. And he was still dying.

“Why would I lie about that?”

“Because you think that will stop what’s about to happen,” he said.

He knew his voice sounded lower with the effort it took to hold everything in. That was one of the reasons he never fucked humans. Cain didn’t know how to hold back; he would be too much for Layla.

“And what exactly is that?” Layla whispered.

Her heart started to pound, but it wasn’t fear he smelled in the air. He knew it was involuntary—Layla had no idea the goddess had made her for him. She had no idea she was wired to react to him on every level. And he had been made for her. Made to sink into her flesh. To satisfy all her desires for the rest of her life. They were both slaves to their bodies.

In another life, maybe he wouldn’t have fought this.

“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.”

Layla’s gaze lowered, and then her eyes widened. He strained against his sweatpants at the attention, not bothering to hide his reaction or take his eyes off her.

Layla’s breathing hitched, and her cheeks flushed.

“What are you doing, Jackson?” Layla asked breathlessly.

“You’re twenty-one. Surely you know how babies are made?” he drawled.

“But you’re... What does Dylan think about all this?”

“To be honest, he doesn’t approve,” he answered with a smirk as he closed the distance between them.

Layla moved away before he could touch her, escaping to the living area of the bedroom.

“This isn’t how surrogacy works. You can’t just... You’re a stranger! It’s not right. This isn’t what I agreed to do. Let's get that whack job of a doctor to do the procedure properly.”

“And where would the fun be in that?” he chuckled as he pulled his top off.

Layla’s eyes immediately lowered to his chest, and her lips parted as she drew in a breath. He could see her need as clear as day in her eyes.

“Admit it. You’ve been wondering how it would feel to ride me from the moment you laid eyes on me. I bet you’re wet right now,” he said huskily.

Soaking wet. He was salivating already.

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