Page 109 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

“I will take care of you for as long as I live,” Jackson whispered.

The sentence pulled her out of whatever spell he had put her under because it was odd. For the rest of his life?

She remembered the ring she had found on her finger when she’d woken up, but before she could ask about it, his hand slipped under her leggings and panties. Her legs opened wider without her consent, and her back arched as she silently begged for more. How the hell did he do this? It had been days, but she was immediately drawn back into all that madness.

Her body reacted of its own accord. Somehow her hand was in his hair, drawing him closer to her lips just as his finger slipped inside her.

That was all it took. He made her cum so quickly like it was a magic trick.

She cried out his name before his lips met hers and swallowed the sound. She was no longer on her safe, fluffy cloud as all her feelings ripped through her at once. Wave after wave, as if she had been starving.

Before she stopped trembling, Jackson rose above her and pulled off the workout gear she had slept in. Moments later, he pushed into her so swiftly and deeply that she lost all her thoughts.

Madness. Every stroke. Every grunt he made. Every urgent touch. She soared higher than she had ever gone, and for a brief moment, she felt a connection with him that went far deeper than anything she had ever known.

But she started falling before she had even prepared for it. She desperately clutched onto him as her head swam and her body began to burn from the inside. Every cell in her body reacted to this moment. It was more than she had ever felt, but her body still yearned for more, as if there was anything that could even compare.

Jackson pulled her up as he rose to his knees so she was straddling him. His arms secured her against him, and he went in deeper. So deep that she could feel every inch of him as he lifted and lowered her on his dick. She didn’t care how much noise she made as he took what he wanted from her. He could have it all.

And when she fell again, Jackson buried his face in her neck and sucked hard at her sensitive skin. Her mind fizzled as her arms tightened around him and kept him in place as she rode the high wave. Whatever he was doing was what she needed.

“Harder,” she moaned.

And she felt his teeth. They triggered something else inside her, something greedy. She had no idea what she wanted him to do, but she was desperate for it even as she kept cuming on him. With a final thrust, Jackson tensed, and she felt him twitch as he released his seed.

But she still held him trapped against her neck, still desperate for that missing thing. Maybe he needed to suck harder. Perhaps he needed to bite her—anything to quench the desperate feeling in her core.

“Bite me,” she moaned.

His teeth felt sharp against her skin, and her body soared again. This was what it needed, she was sure.

But Jackson groaned against her before he wrenched his mouth away. He put her down and got off the bed as if there was a fire. There was. Her body was still craving more when he picked up the towel he had dropped on the floor and wrapped it around himself with her back turned to her.

Her mortification instantly replaced the fire. And then shock.

What the hell? Had she just asked a man to bite her?

She pulled the covers back up her body and prayed the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Jackson turned back to face her. He was breathing hard, and beads of sweat ran down his bare chest.

“You do not need to apologise,” he said. “That was...”

He cleared his throat and looked away, but she could see that he was ready to go again. Had he felt that madness, too?

But her eyes strayed from the bulge forming under the towel to the dressing on his side. There was a patch of blood on it that was becoming bigger every second. She hadn’t noticed it before, but she was pretty sure she’d had her leg wrapped around him and digging into it.

“What happened?”

Jackson looked down at his side and swore under his breath.

“Nothing. I have to go; I have meetings this morning.”

And then he rushed to the bathroom.

The moment he was out of sight, and her thoughts started making sense, she mentally screamed. She’d done it again. No drugs were involved; she had ridden him of her own volition. And even as she lay there hating herself for that, she still wanted more.

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