Page 60 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate

“Mine,” Cliff whispered, “forever.”

He snarled possessively as he buried his canine teeth in my neck. Hot fluid poured down my chest as I arched against him, my spine feeling like it was twisting beyond the natural curve into a strange and lustful transformation. Every inch of me conformed to him, caught in his dominant clutch, pinned by his partially shifted mouth.

Bliss tore through me when he released my neck. He growled fiercely as he slammed between my thighs, loosening every one of my joints while tightening the rest of my muscles simultaneously. In seconds, I was undone by his perpetual dive, a tsunami of satisfaction crashing over my shoulders as I felt him come inside me. Hot stripes of come shot in bursts, accompanied by a few twitching thrusts and the kind of grip that might have broken bone were it to be done on a human.

He pulled his cock out, fluid trickling between my legs and slicking my thighs. He flipped me around and pressed myshoulders to the tree, keeping me steady with just one finger. He swept his fingers through my wet folds. I hissed at the sensitive feeling of his fingers tracing my swollen clit. He swirled around the engorged nub, dove into my folds, and then surfaced to bring the mixture to my lips.

Neither of us was ordinary in the way we consumed each other. As I licked his fingers clean, I relished that fact, leaning into the unique nature of it. And as his fingers returned to my slit to worship the mess we had created together, I looked into his eyes and saw the wolf that had just devoured me.

He was smiling.

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I clasped Cliff’s hand in mine. “That was certainly worth getting tackled for.”

He laughed boisterously as we blended into the rest of the crowd of attendees. “You’re just laying it on thick now.”

“Didn’t you just do that?”

His glowing grin made me bristle with affection. I tilted my head back and beckoned his kiss, delighting in the warmth of his mouth on my mouth.

“Mommy!”

The crowd parted to allow my child passage, with my mother stumbling after her. I laughed while hoisting my girl into the air, warmth resonating through each move we made together. After spinning her around, I handed her off to Cliff who did the same thing, causing her to wobble when she was set on her feet again. Her green tulle dress and princess crown shined brightly in the light from the surrounding torches.

“Help me.”

I spun around. “Who’s that?”

Cliff rubbed my arm. “What are you talking about, Princess?”

“Didn’t you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

My cheeks hurt from forcing myself to keep smiling. “It sounds like—”

“Robby, help me.”

Fear shot through my heart as I clutched my chest. “Jillian.”

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. The sky appeared like a soaking wet piece of canvas slathered in sloppy charcoal ink with holes punched in it. I raced through the crowd to head back to the trees where I started my journey, sliding right into the silent shadows like I was stepping into a new dimension.

Behind me, laughter and conversation distantly floated in an unknown realm filled with warm orange light. I noticed the flashes of scarlet and tangerine tickling the leaves, singing the edges with white.

“Help, I’m stuck.”

My heart raced as I wove between branches and stepped over brush. She had to be here somehow. She started the ritual with us, and I could have sworn I had seen her next to the bonfire at some point.

I cupped my hands around my mouth. “Jillian?”

A high-pitched wail echoed from the south—Bill’s house. But that didn’t make any sense.

Nothing about my best friend needing help needs to make sense.

With my mind made up, I hiked up my robes and raced in the direction of the fading wail. Like a siren, it rose again, cresting high above the treetops and then vibrating the twigs and leaves as it rumbled low to the ground. I never heard an animal or human sound like that before. And Jillian had been acting weird before the ritual.

Did someone poison her?

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