Page 130 of Rejected By the Alpha King

“All night.” I tucked her wet hair behind her ear and kissed the top of her head.

“Jax, I…” she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. “I may need a couple of minutes before I’m ready again.”

“That’s not what you were going to say,” I growled with narrow eyes.

“You’re right. It wasn’t. I decided maybe I didn’t need to speak at all.” Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees and looked up at me.

I couldn’t make her talk. I couldn’t make her say whatever was on her mind, whatever truth she wanted to confess, so I let her take my cock in her mouth. I let the pleasure course through me, and I gently tangled my fingers in her wet hair as I fucked her mouth.

“Anna,” I grunted and pulled away. My heart hammered in my chest. “Come on, baby. I want you pinned under me. I want to feel the heat between your legs.”

Hauling her up once again, I cradled her against me. Anna wrapped her legs around me and buried her head in my neck. Whatever was bothering her, the orgasm hadn’t chased away her fears.

We fell against the bed, and her knees came up as I slid my hands between us and tested her pussy. Soaking wet once again. Growling, I flipped her over and bit her shoulder. “Hard and deep, Anna. You ready?”

In response, she lifted her ass up and grunted. Gripping her hips, I slid into her and howled before I withdrew and slammed into her.

Again.

And again.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes!”

Sweaty and slick, I pulled her up to her knees and turned her head so I could kiss her. She thrust back on my cock and shuddered. “I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

So was I. I was on the edge of exploding. Throwing her back down, I sank deeply in her and felt her shudder and cry out around my cock. Three more thrusts, and I was spilling myself into her.

“Guh.” Turning over, she faced me and stared up at me with the biggest eyes.

Shimmering down her body, I licked one of her nipples and rested my head on her abdomen. Slowly, she placed her hand in my hair, and we stayed like that for a few minutes.

When I lifted my head, I found her staring at me. She gave me a weak smile. “I know how quickly you can recover, but I’m going to need a few minutes.”

“I can wait.” I kissed her stomach and sat up. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“I’m thinking that maybe I need some food. I didn’t eat much at dinner. Think you can run down and steal me a couple of rolls with butter?”

“Food sounds good. And water.”

I slipped into a pair of sweatpants and headed down to the kitchen.

It wasn’t empty.

“Hungry?” I asked Emerson when I found him sitting on a barstool in the dark.

“I actually find that my appetite is gone.”

From the fury in his eyes, I knew exactly what he was doing.

Listening.

We hadn’t exactly been quiet. With caution, I turned my back on him and grabbed two glasses and filled them with water. “The kitchen is a strange place to be if you’re not hungry.”

“Do you think that good sex means that she’s yours?”

Without a beat, I opened the Tupperware with the biscuits and plucked two out. “I think the mating bond makes her mine.”

Emerson let out a quiet snarl. I continued to ignore him while I pulled out the butter. “I protect her instead of hurt her.”

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