Page 64 of Rejected By the Alpha King

And I was so fucking wet. No point in trying to pretend I didn’t want this man with every fiber of my being. He could sense it. I’d all but told him a few nights when I begged him to fuck me.

I wasn’t going to beg tonight. I was just going to offer what he wanted. Calmly. Quietly.

Snarling, he pulled at the button of my jeans so hard that they popped off and the zipper tore. “Jax,” I gasped. “Goddammit, I liked these jeans.”

“Fucking hate jeans. You should be in satin. Silk. Naked.” When he pulled the jeans down, he stopped and stared up at me. “Fucking minx.”

“What? I thought maybe you didn’t get a good look at them last night,” His fingers trembled against my skin as he slowly finished pealing the pants down my legs.

When I stepped out of them, I deliberately widened my stance.

“Oh, the image of you has haunted me all day. I assume you’re wearing the bra with that mesmerizing little charm in the middle?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

Standing, Jax swiped his arm across the table, and everything clattered to the floor. “I was eating that taco,” I said right before he picked me up and planted me firmly on the table.

“There is something else in mind that I want to eat.” Thumbing the hem of my tank tap, he slowly peeled it off me and flicked his finger over the little gold flower between my tits.

When he lowered his head to kiss me, I put a hand on his chest. “No, Jax.”

Immediately, he stopped. “You don’t want this?”

“I do, but not if you’re going to make it a power play. Do it, Jax. Let me have you. Let me feel you. All of you.”

His thumb slipped over the cusps of my bra, teasing my nipples, and I couldn’t help but arch into him. “My body is yours, Anna. All yours tonight.”

His body. It wasn’t what I asked for, but he didn’t know that.

And it was more than I was expecting.

His head lowered again, and I slid my hands through his hair and opened myself to him.

His kisses never failed to affect me from head to toe. With one sweep of his tongue, I ached for more.

Tonight, I was going to have it.

Restless, I tugged at his shirt and peeled it off him. He only broke the kiss for a second before he ravaged my mouth again, pushing me back against the table as my hands streaked over his muscles.

His skin was hot beneath my touch, and he was catching me on fire. Inside me, my wolf danced with happiness, flooding me with euphoria. It was easy to understand why people said sex with your mate was different than with anyone else.

His hands streaked to my panties, and my legs widened to give him access. I didn’t need much. My panties were already soaking through. I heard the sound of a zipper and then my crotch was shoved aside. “Are you sure, Anna?” He growled against my mouth.

“Fuck me.”

In one rough move, he shoved into me. My pussy was hot and ready for him, but there was still pain. At the sound of my small cry, he stilled and cursed.

“I’m a goddamn animal,” he growled. “I’m sorry, Anna. I lost control. I’m going to pull out.”

“Don’t you dare.” Already, I was stretched for him, and the ache only intensified. “I can take it, Jax. I can take you.”

“Fuck.” With a hiss, he pulled back just a little and sank back in. Pain turned to pleasure, and I moaned for an entirely different reason. “That’s it, baby. Just a little more.”

Withdrawing, he fisted his hand in my hair and pulled my head back before nipping at my bottom lip and then sank in even deeper. Once more, and then his irises glowed gold. “Good girl,” he grunted. “Ah, fuck that’s good. You’ve taken every inch of me, Anna.”

I could feel him, so deep that I didn’t know where I ended and he began. We were finally one. The mating bond completed.

Suddenly, he stilled. “Shit, I didn’t even ask. Are you on anything?”

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