Page 34 of The Alpha Wolf's Bullied Bride

I can almost feel it as if those instincts are my own, base needs leaving me wanton as I heed the primal call of my body’s urges. I gulp hard, swallowing the last bit of semblance I had to fight the need to cross this bridge.

“I don’t want to,” I breathe, shaking my head slowly and gathering the courage to lift myself on my elbows. “I am your mate, right?” I whisper, the words leaving my lips with naturalconviction that I don’t need to dig deep for. “You may do as you please with me.”

Flynn lets out a heavy breath, as if the air in his lungs was constricting his throat while he waited for my consent. He steps forward, planting himself between my thighs as he reaches out to cup my breasts.

The full mounds fit perfectly into his large hands, the nubs growing erect beneath his palms thanks to the heat exuding from his flesh. A look of utter desperation crosses his face as he parts his lips and exhales with relief.

“I have wanted to feel them for so long…” he sighs, eyes flicking to my breasts while he squeezes and kneads the supple peaks. When he meets my gaze again, he appears drunk as he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

I hadn't realized I'd wanted to hear those words and see his reaction for so long, to know that I wasn’t crazy for ever sensing that he wanted me even when his brutal words suggested otherwise. His pining tone and the longing in his eyes right now make up for the past. And when he pinches my swollen nipples between two fingers, sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me, I close my eyes and surrender fully.

My back arches off the bed, craning for his touch when he tugs at my nipples and releases. My eyelids fly open, gasping from the loss of sensation, only to find him staring at me, waiting for me to watch his every move.

“Flynn,” I murmur under my breath, like a prompt for him to go ahead and do whatever he wants with me. I can’t contain how desperate I feel right now, arousal thrumming through my veins and turning my mind hazy.

With his dark gaze penetrating my soul, Flynn sinks a hand between my breasts and travels his fingers down, over every bump and curve of my torso until he settles between my thighs.

“Ooh,” he breathes when a long, dexterous finger coasts my folds.

My body shudders, instinctively curling toward his touch, craving so much more than this torment of his teasing when his lips curl with a devilish smirk.

“Flynn…” I call out breathlessly, grabbing fistfuls of the sheet on either side of me with the frustration I feel.

The wait is unbearable, especially when he chuckles low and removes his hand from between my thighs. With a frown, tugging my brows together, I watch as he undoes the first two buttons on his shirt to reveal his chest before crouching between my thighs. Grazing fingertips coerce my thighs to part further before he drapes each one over his shoulders. All I can see is the top half of his face as it disappears between my thighs, his eyes fixed on mine as he takes a deep breath.

“So fucking wet,” he praises, the smack of his lips resounding when he anticipatedly licks them.

All I can do is nod slowly, watching as he makes the final descent of his head and latches his lips over my bundle of nerves.

“Ah!” I squirm, the sensation so powerful it ignites every nerve ending in my body. Flynn calms me with strong hands clasping my thighs as he vacuums his cheeks and sucks on my clit.

A chorus of moans that escalate toward screams falls from my lips as he devours my essence and laps and licks at every drop of arousal my womanhood excretes. The soundof his delighted hums mingles with those moans, creating an ambiance of unwavering pleasure that only climbs higher when he adds a finger to his ministrations and enters my aching hole.

Aching because I desperately need the friction, and I buck my hips in search of that gratification. It only compels Flynn to pull his lips off me with a lewd “pop”, swiftly gathering my thighs and throwing me further up the bed.

He’s so strong, able to lift me like a feather despite my size. I only realize why when he begins removing his shirt, pulling it down his bulging arms made of pure, steely muscle.

Good Lord…

I lose my breath when I trace my gaze over the impressive ripple of muscles of his torso, where creamy skin pulls taut on his abs. The tribal tattoo on his right arm darkens as if it has a life of its own while he removes the rest of his clothes and steps forward, his magnificent body godlike.

I don’t even want to pinch myself anymore, in case I wake up from this perfect fantasy. I can only try to calm my breathing as he climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs. He leans in and crushes his lips to mine, feeding me with the breath I need to survive.

When the swollen tip of his erection nudges at my entrance, I grab his shoulders for stability as he slowly enters me. The delicious stretch has me gasping, digging crescent moons into his shoulder blades with my nails.

“Flynn!” I cry out against his lips, the pressure between my thighs exhilarating and not nearly enough at the same time. My heart beats so quickly I’m not even sure if I’m going to survive, our bodies aligned and united intrinsically.

The pleasure that courses through me is too much, muddling my mind as tears escape the corners of my eyes. I don’t know where I end or begin, only that I cannot think of anything else besides the way his cock fills my essence to the brim with every powerful stroke.

Flynn grunts as he bites my bottom lip and grazes his teeth over the skin so wildly, he almost draws blood. It’s so primal and raw, it has me clawing my nails down his back as he fucks me even deeper.

An inner voice I can barely give my attention to chants the word “mate” repeatedly, but it’s only because Flynn is completing the mating ritual by consummating our union.

Our clambering toward the height of climax only means that we’re nearing the moment when he’ll mark my neck possessively. He’ll lay his claim to me when he comes, and there’s no going back from it.

It’s not that I mind. Earlier today, I wanted to escape him. But now that he’s balls deep inside me, I can never see myself anywhere but here, in his arms.

It doesn’t even matter if I receive my wolf or not. This is all the connection I need to the werewolf realm, to be connected to the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Maybe this is what the Moon Goddess was trying to tell me when She prevented me from leaving.

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