Page 16 of Bound By My Alpha Mate

“What exactly do you think I want to do to you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper and floating on notes of subtle laughter.

I swallowed. “You just want to stick your dick in me, you fucking pig.”

“For a creature of such divine purity, you have an awfully crass vocabulary,” tutted Colt.

“Only half of me is pure,” I shot back. “The other half wants to rip your throat out.”

“You can try,” he taunted.

The pressure against my ass proved that he was trying to goad me into something physical. Memories of our fight from the Moondream flushed me with unwelcome heat. I had resisted him at first, but the closeness between us had then become intoxicating in a way I couldn’t understand. He rekindled that feeling here, holding onto me like we might lose sight of the boundaries of our bodies again. I didn’t want him. But when we fought and when we were near enough to breathe each other in, nothing else satisfied my emptiness the way his touch did. Frustrated, I clenched my jaw and tried desperately to jerk away from him.

Colt retaliated by pulling me in closer, embracing me with my back against his chest. “I’m tired of being pushed away by the people I want. So, okay, you’re right. I do want to fuck you,” he said against my ear. His hot breath and the harshness of his confession made my spine tingle. “But despite everything I’ve lost, I still can’t bring myself to be selfish. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do.”

Bullshit, I thought.

He freed one of his hands to get the water bottle, but it had landed on the floor. So, he forced my body down to the ground with him until we were both kneeling, his knees on either side of my hips, his body arching to reach the bottle until he was able to grab it. With his chin on my shoulder and his arms around me, he unscrewed the cap. Then, he lifted the water to my face. “I don’t want you to be dehydrated.”

True, my throat felt awfully dry, but it was because of the constant struggling and nothing more. “I’m still pretty fucking hydrated from when you hosed me down.”

“It turns me on when you swear at me.”

I pulled my head back as much as I could as he sat the mouth of the water bottle against my bottom lip. Then he tipped it up, even as I pressed my lips together. Water trickled down my face and onto my naked chest.

“Drink, please. I know you’re thirsty.”

As much as I didn’t want to, I relented, opening my mouth to the mild flow of water. Colt rumbled with satisfaction as I drank. After a few gulps, he pulled the bottle away.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” I said hoarsely.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Are you cold?”

I hesitated, thinking of how I could use my next answer to my advantage. “Yes.”

“It is pretty cold in this room, isn’t it?” Colt leaned over and set the water bottle down. “We have to keep it this way. This is where we butcher our kills. The cold keeps the meat fresh.” His arms remained firmly around me. If I’d thought he was going to leave me alone or at least detach from me to give me the sweater he was wearing, I was wrong. “There’s been so much blood in here that it’s stained the floor. Can you smell it?”

He lowered his voice into my ear, smooth and calm intonations betraying the unnerving morbidity of his words.

“No,” I growled.

“Don’t lie to me. Gorging yourself on that carcass did nothing for your appetite,” he hummed. His lips grazed my ear and elicited a sharp inhale from me. “I know you’re still hungry.”

A fire woke within me. I wanted to hide every part of myself away from Colt, but those words alone threatened that I would never be able to. He would know about my gluttony and greed. He would know every twist of desire I felt, especially that which tortured me now, churning in my loins and aching to be confronted. I was so, so hungry.

“Let me feed your hunger,” he murmured.

Our dizzying closeness was ever more persuasive. Our fated bond ignited lust that I couldn’t contend with as long as he was touching me. My body and mind entered a receptive heat that craved him. I hated it, but at this moment, all I wanted was relief.

I felt a hand travel down my stomach, fingers dancing lightly around my belly button and toward my mound, through my field of soft, light hair. His right hand, the one I’d slashed and was now bandaged, stayed on my chest, thumbing my nipple. A soft kiss behind my ear promised tenderness that lulled me into a sense of security, but whether he would follow through or not, I supposed I would find out.

I wasn’t about to tell him that I’d never been with anybody before.

I’d always made myself scarce and elusive. Most of my time was spent with my mother, and the fact that she had homeschooled me to protect me from the outside world had kept me from getting very close to anyone. Not that I was ignorant about sex—I’d just thought I’d never want it, that I was too good for it. Colt was proving me wrong.

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