Page 22 of The Reign of Blood

My feet press into the carpet as he pushes my head against my comforter. My fingers instinctively grip the sheets in anticipation of the force about to come from him, but to my surprise, he strokes a single fingertip down my spine.

Freezing in place, my nerve endings zap through me from head to toe as my thighs clench together. When he reaches the globes of my ass, I glance back, eager to feel him, as he ghosts the tip of his finger between them. A smirk spreads across his facewhen I shiver and gasp, but he doesn’t utter a word, as if he’s locking the reaction away for a later date.

My mouth opens, ready to blast him, but I’m rendered speechless when he brings his palm down on my ass, the echo of the smack vibrating through me. He repeats the motion on the same spot, making my back arch, and he uses that slight movement to his advantage.

I barely get a chance to appreciate the weight of his size lingering at my core before he slams inside me. All the way to the hilt.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t fucking breathe.

His hand winds in my hair again, making my back arch even further as he rolls his hips, letting me feel every inch of him inside me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My body protests as he pulls my head toward him while pinning my waist and thighs to the bed, but it’s the most delectable discomfort I’ve ever felt. There’s no moment of reprieve, no time to adjust, but with how slick my walls are, he doesn’t need it.

Retreating, I feel the loss of him instantly before he snaps his hips and fills me once again. I’m certain he’s determined to break me, but that’s simply foolish of me because, after three thrusts like that, his tempo rises.

I grip the sheets for dear life as he takes me over and over again. My body is alight, on the cusp of euphoria, as he takes everything he wants while giving me exactly what I need in return.

I succumb to it, to him.

My breasts bounce, my ass cheeks still tingle from his harsh touch, and my core clenches around his length desperately.

“Come for me, Alpha. Drench my dick in your juices. Prove to me how much you want this while your words still deny it,” he rasps, making my muscles clench even tighter. “That’s it. Just like that,” he growls, slamming into me with more force and relinquished desire than I thought possible.

His words start the detonation inside of me, leaving me helpless but to fall apart at the seams from his touch. My jaw falls slack, my spine stiff, as the world melds into a technicolor mirage on the back of my eyelids.

Pleasure claims me as he slams into me one final time. His release has his cock pulsing against my walls as they clench around him, extending my own climax as I fall limp against the bed.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

The world shifts around me as he slips from between my thighs, and his harsh hold leaves my body. I can hear movement behind me, but it takes forever to turn and look. When I do manage to focus my eyes, it’s to watch the back of his head just before he slams my bedroom door shut behind him.

10

ADRIANNA

Another day, another rose.

I don’t know why, but I’m compelled to bring them inside. There are three now. I’ve managed to prop them up in a mug with some water, but I need to come up with something better… and fast. The earth magic radiating inside of me is eager to nourish the hell out of them.

Stepping out into the hallway again, I heave a sigh of relief when it’s empty. With my gray cloak draped over my shoulders, I’m ready to get back into classes. I’m certain the drama constantly surrounding me isn’t done yet, but I can pretend for a while.

Thoughts of my mother rush to my mind again, but I tamp them down. If I don’t think about it, I don’t have to do anything about it. That’s what I’m going with—for now, at least. Out of sight, out of mind.

I glance around to make sure there’s nothing else left here with the rose, but I come up just as empty as before. I can handle a rose waiting for me out here instead of any of the guys who are forever getting under my skin.

Last night with Cassian was a disaster. A mistake.

I can only hope to keep control of myself for longer this time. The fact that he hightailed it out of there so fast is a relief. I think. At least I didn’t have to summon the strength to kick him out.

Flora’s door swings open, pulling me from my thoughts, and I force a smile to my face. It’s not that I’m sad or unhappy, but my resting bitch face is more than happy to make me look that way if I don’t make an effort to at least pretend to know how to smile.

“Everything okay yesterday?” she asks as Arlo steps out of her room after her, and I nod. Her eyes narrow as we head for the stairs, and her hand falls to my arm. “What don’t I know?”

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