Page 37 of Rejected By the Alpha King

I was a liar. Every touch of his hands made my toes curl and sent liquid heat straight to my pussy.

“You’ve ignored it this long,” I whispered and squeezed my eyes shut.

“That was before I touched you. Before I put my lips on you,” he groaned. His hands didn’t wander, but he also didn’t let me go. “Before I knew I could get so fucking jealous of someone just looking at you. When I found out that Danny had touched you, I ripped him from limb to limb. He died slowly, painfully, and in terror.”

Well, shit.

“Maybe if he’d known…”

Jax’s hands squeezed me. “He knew. Everyone fucking knows. Nobody puts a hand on my mate. Nobody but me.” His face nuzzled the crook of my shoulder and his teeth skimmed my neck. I couldn’t help but shiver, and it had nothing to do with the cold. I was anything but cold.

Still, there was just a kernel of fear lodged in my heart. It didn’t have anything to do with that Jax would hurt me. Somewhere along the way, I’d let that fear go. No, it was something deeper. Something emotional.

If I let him in, I’d never be able to leave.

But that was absurd. The lust was nothing more than a stupid bond that neither one of us agreed to. Giving in didn’t mean that we wanted more. That we could be more.

But it also meant that we would not be able to resist it. And more than anything, I wanted to know that we could walk away.

“Are you going to let your wolf decide how you act tonight?” It had meant to be a challenge, but he just chuckled behind me.

“Trust me, my cock isn’t thinking about my fucking wolf right now.” His hands moved further up, brushing the underside of my breasts. I waited for the disgust. For memories of when men pawed at me whenever they wanted to rise up, but there was nothing.

I wanted Jax. I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted his hands everywhere.

Brushing and caressing. Even bruising. Maybe for tonight, I just wanted to feel alive.

“Turn around and push me away, Anna. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me that you don’t want this, even though your body is rubbing up against me so sweetly.”

Shit, I was rubbing up against him. Closing my eyes, I held my breath and whirled around. This was it. One little push, and this whole insane moment would be over.

I reached up and planted my hands on his chest.

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Jax

The minute her hands touched my chest, I saw the flash of heat in her eyes. The warmth penetrated the fabric of my shirt, and her mouth opened just a little.

That was all I needed. Capturing her lips in mine, I kissed her urgently as I backed her into the rock. Just before her head hit the stone, I cradled her head, and it was my knuckles that smacked against the rough surface. I didn’t care.

My tongue swept in, taking what was mine, and as soon as I tasted the sweetness of her mouth again, my fury grew. How could she be so fucking delicate? So goddamn innocent?

How could I crave her this much knowing what she was?

Growling, I tore my mouth away and stared down at her. Wet large and hesitant eyes stared up at me, and I was lost in her. “Turn around,” I ordered. “I want you pressed up against me.”

Quietly, she obeyed. As soon as my fingers moved down her soft belly, she shivered and squirmed against me. I could smell her arousal, and my own body tightened in kind.

Mine.

She was mine, and fuck, I wanted her.

“Spread your legs, Anna. Let me see just how hot you are for me.”

With a small moan, she widened her legs. “I hate you,” she whispered, her body belying her words. All she had to do was say no. Push me away. Instead, she was squirming against me and panting like a bitch in heat.

And she couldn’t even imagine the kinds of things I could do to her body. The way I could make her quiver with pleasure. Beg for more. Cry out for mercy.

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