Page 39 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate

I dig my nails harder into his knees.

He hissed and shoved his cock into my throat, holding me by the back of my head as he sought to readjust my hands. In a flash of hot tears and a gagging fit that seemed to last for ages, he hooked my wrists behind my back and kept them pinned to the base of my spine as he used my mouth to his advantage.

Now, Ihadto break eye contact. There was no way I could contortion myself into the right shape just to keep his pupils blown out on me. But in many ways, this was better. This reduced me to a blob of sensory bliss, the kind that dealt with muffled grunts, gasping gags, and desperate humping. From the sting of him clutching a handful of my hair to the firmness of his cock racing over my tongue, I became nothing more than a servant to his desires.

Just when I felt like the humidity would get to me, he pulled my head back to grab my chin again, releasing my wrists and leaving them cold, limp, and useless. Where were they supposed to go now? He directed me by my chin, the startling appearance of light across his deadpan expression both frightening and wondrous. It sparked his eyes, the hazel in them truly coming to life in faint flashes like the metal inside a lightbulb.

He drew me to my feet, the sudden shift in height causing a wave of vertigo. But he grounded me into his lap shortly after and nestled his hard cock into the folds of my slit. I gasped as he manhandled the robe from my shoulders, exposing supple flesh ready for him to carve with his mouth, his fingers, his palms…

With each desperate hump, my arousal soaked his shaft, allowing him to coast uninhibited as I clutched him to my chest.He lapped my plump breasts, my swollen nipples, and nipped the tender flesh of my cleavage. He cupped my bottom and hugged me tight to him before sliding me away, charging our coupling with calculated surges.

“Please,” I begged breathlessly as I drove my fingers through his thick hair, “fuck me, already. Fuck me, Cliff. I’m literally dying to feel you—”

He raised my hips and pierced me, sending a pressured shock through my center. I threw my head back as I clung to the back of his head, curving into the tender palms that cradled my spine. One hand smoothed between my shoulder blades as the other centered itself on my vertebrae, sliding south to the slit of my bottom. He lodged his fingers into my pocket, curling his middle finger over my rear entrance.

I shuddered in his arms, starved for an orgasm. My lips quivered as I trembled through my next insult, “Fuck you for making me lose.”

His rough chuckle vibrated my left nipple. “You want to fuck me—?” He reclined, loosely hooking his thumbs into my hips. “Go ahead, Darling.Fuck me.”

Bashful heat bloomed on my cheeks and breasts. I hugged my shoulders lightly as I arched against him, rolling my hips through one tentative thrust, then through another, and then another. Soon, my hands were roaming my shoulders and lifting my hair, exposing my curvy form to the man I knew to be mine.

His fingers drew amorphous shapes along my torso. He followed the curve of my breasts to the concave space above my hips and then clutched my hip bones as he launched me into a bouncing rhythm. Uncontrollable whimpers escaped me as I gave him every inch of control. Unearthly sounds reverberatedaround us—slaps, slurps, sucks, and sighs—the culmination of which heightened my pleasure a thousand-fold.

His rapid thrusts had me bent to his will, and I bowed over him, pouring myself into each humping movement, grinding against him until I was nothing but a sweaty mass of limbs chasing after a fleeting high. Nothing could have broken my concentration then. Nothing could have broken me—except maybe him. Definitely him.

Because no one else could control me that way if they weren’t my mate.

No other soul was capable of this.

I collapsed against Cliff as he grasped my shoulders and speared me. Hazy orbs of light filled my vision as he held me tight to his body. Sweat coated our skin, slicking our limbs, making it slippery as I slid off his lap and tried to stand. He caught my elbows and held me steady.

“Careful, Baby,” he warned as he gasped for air. “You got doe legs right now.”

Giggles bubbled from my center as I clung to him. “Ugh, worth it.”

He chuckled as he guided me to the ground and then joined me, encasing me like a pretzel with his arms. “How long do you have?”

“They gave me an hour.”

“And how long has it been?”

I breathed deeply. “I lost track.”

“Fuck.”

“Again?”

He tipped his head back and laughed. That wonderful sound made the eerie basement feel less dreadful. Reality was already setting back in. I didn’t want to return to the waking world.

But I sure didn’t want to be stuck in this waiting mode either.

After a few calming breaths, Cliff nudged me out of the cage and into the main part of the basement. He helped me dress myself and then fixed his clothes as well, leaving his shirt off. I had no complaints about that.

He pointed to a set of crates. “We should check these to see if there’s any clues about the possessions down here.”

“You think Moe keeps a diary?”

“You would know better than me.”

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