Page 59 of Alpha Brock

“Yes,” I coo, and when I push on his shoulders again, he actually sinks back. His dick’s still seated inside of me as he goes to his back, arranging me on his lap.

Even though I’m on top, he’s doesn’t relinquish control- I press my palms into his chest, grinding down over him as he grips my hips and thrusts up into me. The way he’s looking at me, his eyes drinking in every inch of my flesh as I bounce on his cock, has me burning with desire, the heat between us ratcheting up to a hundred degrees. My orgasm sneaks up on me- one minute I’m riding Brock’s dick like a goddamn rodeo queen, and the next I’m coming undone, trembling and shaking as my climax rips through me like a tsunami.

Brock grunts and jerks upwards, finding his own release, emptying inside of me. His eyes squeeze closed as his arm comes around my back, yanking me down onto his chest. I crash into his warmth, and he just holds me there for a few minutes, both of us panting and sweating and coming down from the high of our mutual climax. Completely sated.

His hand drifts to my ass, giving it a squeeze and then a little pat. “Hop up, babe.”

“Mmm,” I groan in protest, pushing up off his chest. His cum drips down my inner thighs as I start to climb off him. It’s a good thing shifters only ovulate with the full moon, or I’d be screwed.

Brock sits up from the bed as I flop back onto it, and I watch after him as he strides over to what I can only assume is the bathroom, disappearing inside. I take that opportunity to prop myself up on my elbows, glancing around the room. Scoping out Brock’s personal space for the first time. It’s tidier than I expected, and minimalistic- it barely looks lived in. If it wasn’t for the few personal touches, like his cologne and hairbrush on his dresser and the open door to the walk-in closet revealing his clothes, I’d wonder if it were even his room at all.

Brock comes back from the bathroom with a washcloth, leaning over me to clean his cum off of my inner thighs.Who ever said chivalry is dead?I giggle at that thought and he looks at me curiously, narrowing his eyes.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I whisper, clamping a hand down over my mouth before another giggle slips out.

He glares as he balls up the washcloth, tossing it into a hamper across the room. “Next time, I’ll just leave you covered in my cum,” he grumbles, climbing on the bed and crawling over me. “I’d prefer that anyways.” He dips his head down, nipping my earlobe as a soft giggle escapes my lips.

“I bet you would,” I tease as he rolls sideways and flops down beside me, rearranging the pillows underneath his head and tucking his arms back there.

I roll onto my side, propping my head up on an elbow as I watch him. The man is beautiful- I swear I’ll never get used to looking at his well-chiseled body. His chest rises and falls slowly as my eyes roam across it, coming to his side. The skin of his ribs is inked with tattoos, and I squint to discern what they are, my hands reaching out to touch one in particular.

I’ve never noticed it before, hidden amongst a tattoo of a forest treeline and a wild wolf howling at the moon. I reach out to trace my fingers over the letter ‘A’, and Brock flinches. I suck in a breath, peering up at him as his eyes come to mine.

“Is it for…?” I start to ask, but the look in his eyes tells me his answer before his lips do.

“Yeah,” he rasps, reaching out for me. He slides an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side so that my head comes to rest on his chest. I wrap an arm and leg around him like a koala bear and he brings his other arm to circle my waist, drawing a deep breath.

And then he tells me about her.

“Her name was Annalise,” he begins, tracing circles on my back with his fingertips. “I was 21, and I was running the squad with the other guys when the new recruits showed up for the summer, fresh out of high school. She was one of them.” Brock pauses, tilting his head down to look at me. “You sure you wanna hear this? It’s not a pretty story.”

I nod, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I’m sure. Tell me.”

He clears his throat, continuing. “From the moment I saw her, I knew she was the one for me. Not only was she beautiful, but there was just something about her that drew me in. It was clear she felt the same way, and we both fell really hard. We thought for sure that we were fated.”

“And?” I whisper. I can feel his pain; my intuition is feeding it to me as he tells his story.

“And our first moon together, we found out we weren’t.” He pauses for a long moment before he goes on. “We were still crazy about each other, so we said fuck it and stayed together. Said we’d seal our bond as chosen mates someday instead since things just felt so right between us.” Brock draws a breath, staring at the ceiling. “And then the next summer, the new recruits arrived at the complex. During the first full moon run after their arrival, she sniffed out her fated mate.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, cringing. I knew this story didn’t have a happy ending, but this is a twist I didn’t expect.

Brock heaves a sigh. “It was some kid from Reid’s pack in Stillwater. She hadn’t even met him before that night, so she didn’t have any feelings for him. She said she wanted to stay with me and that she’d reject him and break the bond. I believed her, but then…” His jaw clenches. “Then I found out that she’d been sneaking off to see him. Said she wanted to get to know him, just to be sure. That the bond was too strong to resist. I should’ve known at that point, but she claimed she still wanted to be with me, to be my Luna. She swore she’d keep her promise and at the next moon, she’d reject him and choose me. But at the last minute, she changed her mind… she chose him.”

“Oh Brock,” I whisper.

He swallows hard before going on. “I cut him from the squad out of spite, but it was too little, too late. She left the squad to go back to Stillwater with him.” He heaves a sigh. “I think the worst part was that there was no real closure to anything. She was just there one minute, promising me that we had a future together, and gone the next. No fucking explanation, I guess I just wasn’t good enough for her to choose me.”

My heart aches for him. I wish I could take his pain, unburden him somehow. “I’m sorry…”

“Please don’t, Astrid,” he snaps, his body tensing underneath mine. “Please don’t feel fucking sorry for me.”

I draw a breath, stroking my fingertips across his chest. “There’s a difference between feeling sorryforyou and being sorry that something like that happenedtoyou,” I murmur. “I just hate that you had to go through all that, Brock. But… thank you. For telling me about her.”

“Yeah.” Brock’s body relaxes slightly as he heaves a sigh, stroking his fingers along my back again. “I didn’t mean to call you her name the other day, it just slipped out. It doesn’t even make sense why I did it. You’re nothing like her.”

I’m not sure if I should be offended by that comment or not. But before I can speculate too much, he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I feel like you get me,” he rasps. “She never really did.”

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