Page 36 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

She shut her eyes and fantasized about him while brushing her fingers over her erect nipples.

How will his cock feel buried deep inside me?

She loved the fact that he was gentle and mild, sweet and caring this meant that he would pay attention to every single detail of her body.

In her fantasy, Asher would own every part of her, and she would surrendered completely to him. She imagined him handling her so well that she would want to scream out.

Esme had no idea what exactly he would do to her when the time came, but one thing was certain: She would love every bit of it.

She couldn't wait to finally have sex and experience the joy that came with it.

Growing up, Esme had heard stories of some of the girls back in her hometown about the pleasures of sex. But she had thought that they were only exaggerating the feeling.

Her childhood nemesis, Erin, had once boasted to her about a year ago that she would never know the feeling of excitement that came with good sex. She claimed it was because no man would ever want to be with a lowlife like her.

Esme shook her head as she remembered that fateful day. She was about twenty-one at the time the conversation occurred.

“It’s too bad you'll never experience sex, Esme,” Erin said after vividly describing her own experience to her friends.

Erin had grown to become a very attractive young lady with blonde hair and an oval face. She was very beautiful and also still as arrogant as before.

“I don't have time for this, Erin.” Esme ignored them and continued on her merry way. Besides, she was only passing by when they stopped her to fill her ears with that nonsense.

“Don't you walk away from me!” Erin rushed at her and grabbed her shoulder from behind. She willed Esme around and lifted her hand to hit her, but Esme caught it mid-air.

She stared into Erin's eyes as the latter winced silently at the pain of Esme's grip.

“Now, you listen to me, Erin Phillips.” She slowly twisted, watching the pain flicker in Erin's eyes. “Don't you everraise your hands to hit me again, or I swear to everything I hold dear, I will send you straight to hell, and I'm going to do so with a fucking smile on my face. Do you understand?”

The words came out slowly, but they sank into the ears of all who heard them, seeping into their blood like poison. They had never seen her so mad before; they'd never thought that she would be able to stand up to herself like that, let alone bring Erin to her knees.

Erin had dropped to her knees, struggling against the pain that she feltfromEsme's twists.

“Do you understand?”

Erin looked so terrified, “Esme… Your eyes.” Erin's voice dropped, shaking with fear, but Esme ignored her.

“Do you understand?”she repeated, slightly pausing when she twisted some more.

“Yes—yes!” Erin nodded quickly—she could no longer bear the hurt.

Esme let go of her, and she fell to the ground, groaning and sobbing as she massaged her wrist.

“We're not kids anymore. Stop acting like we are. Physically, you've grown, but mentally, you're all still children. Grow the fuck up,” she said to them and walked away.

Esme wondered why Erin had mentionedher eyes and why she looked so terrified looking into them.

She was passing by a small pond and caught a reflection of her eyes.

“What the…?”she mumbled to herself as she took a closer look, and she'd be damned if she didn't see that green pair glowing faintly.

She shut her eyes, pressing them tightly before opening them back again, but this time, there was no glow whatsoever.

She sighed and moved on. She gave the sex talk a thought, but the truth still remained that Erin was right. She was never going to experience it, so why think so much about it?

She dismissed the thought and focused her mind elsewhere.

Erin was wrong, obviously. Esme wished that Erin and her friends were in the Ghostbound lands so she could gloat in their faces.

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