Page 25 of Cruel Alpha: Season One

“You smell divine.”

I’m silent because the compliment has spurred a question. One that’s now plaguing my thoughts. I’m asking myself why I even bothered with perfume in the first place. Yes, the dress was a requirement, but I even perused the selection of scents on the dresser until I found one I liked.

One I thought…he’dlike.

He rocks his hips, thrusting upward, nudging the large bulge persisting at the front of his slacks against my pussy. The slow, rolling movement awakens my clit. I’m certain that the wetness between my legs has now soaked through to his crotch, which has me wanting to stand and put distance between us, but he isn’t having it. Instead, he tightens his grip around my waist and buries his face into my neck. I try not to engage when he begins sucking the hollow of my throat. But then, my eyes fall closed as I’ve seemingly forgotten who I’m dealing with as I grind against him.

“That’s it, Little wolf,” he rasps against my skin. “Imagine it. Think of how good it would feel if I lowered my zipper and pulled out my cock. It’d be so easy to slide into your tight, soaked pussy.”

A whimper nearly escapes my lips, but I catch myself.

What’s happening to me? How can someone who infuriates me as much as this man does also make me want him so badly?

“Has anyone ever tasted you?” The question sobers me a little, but not enough that I open my eyes.

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

That word leaves his mouth with such confidence that it shocks me. And when I don’t argue my point, it seems to confirm his suspicion, that I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me that way.

“I’d like to do that for you, Little Wolf. You’re suffering. I know because your pussy’s dripping with need, and it’s my responsibility to pleasure you. Let me put you out of your misery. Let me make you come.” He pauses and chuffs a deep, warm laugh against my neck. “Who knows? Maybe it’ll even loosen you up a little.”

The insult has me craning my face toward his neck, seriously thinking about calling my wolf forth to take a chunk out of him. But when I get there, when the scent of his skin overtakes me, when thewarmthof it meets my lips, something else happens.

His taste is in my mouth, and as badly as I want to pull away, I can’t. Caspian groans and the vibration pulses against my tongue. I feel weak for him. Like I’d do any number of stupid things because tonight, he’s made me absolutely ravenous.

The world feels off kilter for a moment when he stands, holding my legs tight to his waist. Then, I’m lowered into his seat, panting as I watch the alpha fall to his knees before slipping his hands beneath my dress. But I stop him there, with his fingers curled around the waistband of my underwear.

“Wait. I won’t give this to you. I refuse to let my first time be with someone I don’t love. Or worse… someone I hate.”

He arches a brow at me, and I’m unsure what he’s thinking.

“Relax, Annalise. My goal is to please you, not myself. Besides, it’s customary for an alpha to take his mate in front of an audience of Council members the first time. Didn’t you know that?”

His words paint a mental image. One of hooded men gathered in a tight space, silently observing as two naked bodies writhe with pleasure in the middle of the room.

Do they enjoy what they see?

Are they hard underneath those robes?

When they leave, and they’re alone, do they touch themselves to relieve the tension?

Caspian draws my attention back to him when he tugs my panties down, and then lifts my feet out of the delicate lace once it’s around my ankles. I’m of no help to him, because I refuse to assist, refuse to take part in this. But even in all my stubbornness, there’s no denying it.

I’m in desperate need of relief.

With hooded eyes, he stares up at me, pushing his hands up my thighs painstakingly slow. His mouth is so close to my pussy I feel the heat of his breath against me. He lowers his gaze to my slit, wetting his lips in anticipation, and then he puts an end to both our curiosity.

His mouth is soft and wet when he opens my lower lips and places a kiss there. And then another as I shift in his seat. I’m filled with anger and lust, leaving me feeling completely unhinged as my fingers slip into his hair.

He draws my clit between his lips, sucking a steady rhythm that jars my breathing.

“You taste… so fucking sweet,” he says, pausing midway through his sentence to tongue my slit.

My nails bite into the arms of the chair, putting divots in the polished wood as I struggle within myself. On one hand, I want nothing to do with him, having just been released from the cold, dark cell where he held me captive. But on the other, his chin is nudging my core while he sucks my throbbing clit again.

It feels wrong that my first experience of this nature is with someone I hate, but right now, there are feelings more powerful than hatred. And when I lift my calf to rest on his shoulder, the satisfied groan he hums into my pussy drives me wild.

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