Page 59 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate

Did I want to be found?

It depends on what happens when I’m found.

Heat ballooned in my core as I peeked around the side of the house. Excitement bubbled inside me, turning my thighs into twin trembling quads. I held them and squeezed them,trying to get them to stop. But the way I shook was too endearing. It turned my adrenaline up as I tiptoed through the shadows to look for the torch.

A twig snapped ahead. I ducked back into the shadows, creeping behind a set of bushes that desperately needed trimming even when Bill was still alive. After checking the cul-de-sac and seeing that it was clear, I darted to the right and started my journey through the overgrown backyard to get back to the neighborhood where I began.

Thunder rumbled overhead. I lowered my head as I sped underneath a low set of branches and picked up speed. The thunder seemed to follow me, aiming for my center where it made me vibrate with pulsing bolts of electric passion. I wanted him to pounce on me. I wanted him to stop me in my tracks, to show me what I would miss if I didn’t let him win.

My robe caught on something, yanking me off the path and laying me flat. I tried to get up—but quickly found a massive paw pushing on my shoulder. Teeth poked around my neck as another paw came to pin my other shoulder, pinning me in a position with my throat exposed to a predator.

To my other half.

To mymate.

When I swallowed, I felt the pressure of his canines on my flesh, so tender and sensitive against his hard teeth. A growl rumbled his throat.

Like thunder.

This whole time, he had been silently pursuing me, watching my every move. He had me dripping with anticipation—and I had no clue I was even being watched. Now that he hadcaught me, I was soaked with desire, yearning for him in ways I wasn’t sure were physically possible.

In a flash, he shifted into his human form, lifted me from the ground, and pinned me to the nearest tree. Such a thrill couldn’t have been born any other way. Cliff was a skilled wolf, one of those recovered bad boys who knew the underground market like the back of his hand. To think I could have outrun him was truly foolish—yet it wasn’t something I ever considered. Now that he was in his human form with his hot, naked body pressed flush to my backside, well, I wasn’t thinking of much at all.

I wiggled against his bruising grip, enjoying the possessiveness of it, the way he doubled down when he thought I might shimmy away. My grin burst with the promise of play—“What now, Clifton?”

His fingers rounded my chin and prodded my mouth, inspiring an obedient gag. “Now, the wolf devours you.”

Like clockwork, my hands wound behind my back, waiting for his heavy clamp. The moment his fingers locked my wrists together, my slit trembled, the ache becoming sharp and overwhelming as I waited for his instruction.

With his throbbing hardness pressed into the slit of my bare bottom, he had me firmly fixed to the tree. No way out. None that I wanted, anyway.

The slightest thrust from his hips had me soaked. He released my mouth to tug on my wrists, pulling my arms back a few inches more so they were folded at the center of my spine. After encouraging my hands to rest on my elbows, he rested his hand between my shoulder blades.

One firm push made me mewl. He clutched the back of my neck with a husky chuckle as he slid his cock through my wetfolds, then ran his right hand over my tummy and tits, nursing my right nipple with a hard pinch. “Spread your legs. Wider…”

Obedience was my middle name with Cliff. Once my legs were sufficiently spread, he slid his cock into my entrance, slowly inching his way into place. Hair tickled my face and wavered at the edge of my mouth, but I didn’t mind that. I didn’t mind the cool moss kissing my cheek or the bark biting my chest. I didn’t mind the brisk breeze or the fact that we were out in the open.

In fact, the possibility of us getting seen intensified my desire, causing me to bay softly as he pulled out. I bucked back to sheath him again. “Don’t pull out. Not yet.”

He gripped a chunk of my hair, pulling it taut enough to cause pressure without pain. “Say please.”

“Please, don’t pull out yet.”

He let go of my hair, inspiring a reckless abandon that made my vision blur as I struggled to keep up with his pace. My legs ached and threatened to fail, nerves screaming for me to change my position so I wouldn’t hit the ground.But I couldn’t disobey his instruction. Now that he was giving me what I wanted, I didn’t want to move my hands.

I wanted him to see that I would stay put.

Even when he wasn’t holding me in place.

Through each feverish minute, I focused on his hips capping my bottom, the resonant smacks filling my ears with the rush of our bouncing. He cupped my bottom tenderly, smacked it, and then shook it, groaning as he repeated the motion with the other cheek. He did this a few times, occasionally holding my hips and sometimes pressing my upper back when I leaned too far away from the tree.

No matter what, he put me back into position. He made me stay still. He did it with a firm and loving hand that never caused me harm. I felt like I would fall apart at any given moment. But the time for caring had long passed. Pleasing him was my only goal. Forging a bond with him was my only task.

His right hand hiked my right leg up, perching my knee on the bark of the tree. I gasped through the sudden shift, bucked back, and almost lost my footing. He slid his arm across my torso, hugging my left shoulder and keeping me locked in place. He manipulated my head, exposing the left side of my neck. As his warm breath coasted over my skin, my vision darkened.

My eyes closed.

My head lolled.

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