Page 75 of The Alpha's Forced Bullied Mate

Our lips crashed together henceforth, finishing what we started as our bodies writhed. I sought to strip away his clothes, fingers too eager to feel his stern and wondrous muscles to worry about how I was tearing the fabric. As I kissed his naked collarbone, I dug my fingers into his hair, whimpering when his hand parted my thighs. My dress rustled around my legs as he exposed my flesh.

All that tummy teasing had led to no contact. I whimpered under his attentive touch, his fingers swarming between my thighs toward the apex of my legs only to retreat to my knees. I wiggled while tugging his mouth toward my chest. “Please…”

“Please what?”

I grumbled desperately, none of the broken syllables forming words as I yanked down the blouse of my dress to expose my nipples. “Please.”

He wrapped his lips around my right nipple, sucking dutifully as he hugged me tight to his chest. With his right hand still perched between my thighs, he yanked at the back of my dress, ripping the delicate fabric to reveal my back. He smoothed his hand up my spine, straightening my position, causing me to buck right into his palm.

I gasped.

Part of me registered his warm lips on my throat, but I was far more concerned with the fact that he wasn’t touching me yet. Whiny grunts surfaced as I tore at his shoulders, scratching him up as the heat took me over. Nothing but desire remained now. Nothing but sheer lust.

And then finally—finally—he swept his fingers over my panties. “Take your clothes off so I can see what’s mine.”

Titillated by the command, I obeyed him, shredding the fabric of the custom dress we had ordered. I didn’t care about preserving it. I didn’t care that our clothes were now a torn heap on the ground. What I wanted was him roughly marking my body with his rugged hands and mouth. Each earnest kiss gave way to desperate clawing, the kind of heavy touch that comes after being separated for too long.

He scrubbed feverish circles over my clit as he tilted me back. I mewled when he sucked my left nipple into his mouth, struck by the sharp way he nipped the tender flesh. Instantly, both nipples hardened to nubs as he plunged one finger inside me. A full feeling came with the motion, prompting my hands to round the back of his neck just to hang on.

I bit my lower lip while I gazed lustfully at the ceiling. Popcorn paint came into view, then blurred, then returned. I felt my mouth widen with every stroke, his own satisfied grunts giving me that quickening feeling in my center. As soon as I thought I might burst, he pulled his finger out, teasing my engorged clit with the wet tip of it.

With a gasp, I lifted my head. “That was mean.”

He gripped my chin, pushing his soaked finger into my mouth. “I think you like it.”

My eyes rolled back as he shuffled between my legs, pressing his hard cock to my entrance. He pushed half an inch inside and paused while manipulating my chin, turning it so my neck would be exposed to him.

He examined my mark with a delicate touch. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Louder.”

I trembled as I arched toward him, chasing after his cock that he kept just out of my reach. This was getting downright rude.

I struggled to wrap my legs around his hips. “You’re being a bully.”

He grinned. “And?”

“I’ll make you regret it.”

“By doing what, Cherry Pie?”

I licked my lips as I slid my left hand between us, reaching for my slit. He watched me with a hypnotized gaze as I replaced his cock with my own fingers—and moaned loudly. Each time I stroked between my folds, I heard him pump his cock, fingersgripping the shaft that I desperately wanted buried inside me. I watched his eyelids twitch, then the lip quiver, and then the resolve slowly melted from his face.

“Are you wet enough for me?” he asked gruffly. “Or do I have to go down there?”

I shuddered as he pushed my hand away and submerged himself in one swift pump.

I whimpered long and loud, a cry of surrender that bounced off the walls and made my desire triple. He reared back and returned with a boisterous thrust that threatened to knock me right off the table, wearing a smile that spoke of his power. I wrapped my limbs around him while he held my gaze, a daring stare that told me there would be consequences if I let him go.

But I was unwilling to lose his rhythm so quickly. Didn’t he know that? Wasn’t he sure of my dedication now? With our child growing in my belly and his touch keeping me steady, I didn’t have a reason to let go. Desperation consumed me with each thrust. I bucked back as often as I could, sometimes ruining the rhythm, but mostly keeping up. To meet him halfway felt like the most joyful union. Every time we parted, I ached with his absence, determined to stay closer than close, to fuse with him.A wolfish snarl filled my ear, and then he bit me. His desperation became evident with every pump as he cradled my body, keeping me steady, doubling the strength of his bite on my shoulder. Such divine pleasure came from the pain in my neck. No longer did it feel like scar tissue. My throat was the most sensitive part of me, rivaling my clit for having enough sensory zones that only seemed to apply to Hector.

I plunged my nails into his flesh, drawing warm blood as I sailed high. He hissed and then growled as he pummeled between my legs, stealing my breath at every turn, turning meinto a pile of stiff whimpers. I clawed his back. I grabbed his hair. I wound up as he pressed hard into me, and then—

I clung tight to him as I cried, “I’m coming!”

His steady thrusts turned to a fervent railing that made my stomach flutter. I gave myself to my body, to him, totally lost in the pleasure of the experience that I nearly missed him unloading inside me. Threads of warm come filled me up, the sticky fluid feeling like the bonding agent that made us stick together. This was him filling me with life. This was him blessing me with his protection.

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