Page 34 of Cruel Alpha: Season One

Caspian’s jaw tenses, and his eyes are hard now. His fingertip slips from my chin, and I brace myself for his words.

“You surprise me, Annalise. You’re so strong-willed, forthcoming, and yet… you can never just come out and say what this isreallyabout.”

“Whatwhat’sreally about?”

“Your disdain for the idea of me taking on other mates!” he snaps. “One minute, you hate me to my core, the next you bring out the claws at the merementionof there being other women.”

His stare makes me feel naked, and not in the way it usually does.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Slipping from his grasp, I take a step away, deciding this conversation has come to an end, but Caspian’s tight grip on my wrist implies otherwise.

My body snaps back toward his, and he locks me against him, so tightly I can hardly even squirm. Then, I nearly gasp when he kisses me, filling me with heat and desire that offset my anger in strange ways. He never comes out and says what his accusations are, but I think we both know.

That I, the woman who swore she’d kill him before she fell for him, or before she’d even havecompassionfor him, am undeniably… jealous.

We’re so close that his breaths become my own, and the world feels like it’s upside down. It only adds to the illusion when my feet leave the floor, and I’m swept into his arms. He carries me to the couch where I’m placed gently on the cushion. Then, half a second later, the weight of his body covers mine.

Frantic, I push the jacket of his tux down his arms, and Caspian slips out of it without ever breaking our kiss. He settles between my legs and my gown gathers around my waist, until the only thing between us is the fabric of my dampened underwear, and his slacks.

“You’re mine,” he groans. “I should be able to fuck you when I’m good and damn ready.”

His heated words fill my head with the possibility of it. Only, we both know why he’s frustrated. Because there are rules.Strictrules that bear consequences for not waiting.

“I should be inside you, Little Wolf. I should be making you explode with pleasure, dying a million little deaths as you come for me. Over and over and over again.”

He buries his face into my neck, and I’m dazed, half out of my mind as I somehow bypass my brain’s filter and whisper against his ear.

“Do it. I need you to make me come.”

The challenge has him groaning against my skin, and the sound of it inspires my hips to thrust upward, grinding my pussy against his large, rock-solid cock. The friction is euphoric, sending a wave of inexplicable pleasure rolling through me.

“But there are rules, Little Wolf.”

“Yes,” I say, breathing over his skin. “But there are ways around them.”

I feel his smile when we kiss again, and I’m giddy at the feel of him undoing his zipper. He reaches into his slacks and maneuvers himself out of his underwear, finally freeing his cock through the slit in the fabric. I stare down the length of my body to where he’s aligned with my core. But he doesn’t bother trying to remove my panties. Instead, he leaves my underwear in place and angles his swollen tip toward my clit.

With the slightest pump of his hips, he nudges the tender bud, and I moan. He repeats the movement, sliding his length easily over the smooth satin, and my body awakens with the possibility of finding relief. He lowers to kiss me again, and his hot, thick shaft still has full contact with my clit. His weight settles on top of me, and he grinds relentlessly against my pussy.

“I can feel how wet you are even through your panties,” he teases, nipping my lip. “Are you imagining it? Imagining how it would feel if I were actually inside you?”

I’m breathing so loudly I’ve barely heard him over the sound, but I manage to nod, answering his question.

“One day soon, I’ll finally get to feel you, Annalise. And once I do, there won’t be a single second that passes that I won’t want to take you all over again.”

His chest lifts away from mine, and he pumps his hips faster. The friction has me throbbing for him, aching in places I didn’t even know existed. The visual of him on top of me, moving and thrusting… I’m so close.

His stare narrows when I wet my lips, which he reads as an invitation, because the next second, his finger is in my mouth, pressing down onto my tongue as I suck it. A breath falls from his lips, and I draw the finger in deeper, letting my imagination run wild. A soft hum of sensation builds to a full blast, and I’m buzzing with pleasure, growing as Caspian grinds down against my throbbing clit, until I… until I’m…

“Fuck!”

The pleasure only mounts when I imagine him giving me more than this, more than a session of teasing through my underwear. I imagine the fabric disappearing, and him pushing his way inside me, releasing into me as I come. I’m still breathless when he replaces his fingers in my mouth with his tongue, kissing me so deeply that I want to be completely consumed by him.

But then, as soon as the high settles, I’m reminded of the whirlwind of emotions that led us here. And when the kiss slows to a stop, I’m fairly certain the same holds true for Caspian. The swell of heat leaves my body, and the chill returns all too quickly. Another kiss does nothing to rewind us back to the passion that ignited between us just a moment ago, so we end it.

I avert my eyes when he fixes his clothes, putting his still-hard cock back inside his slacks without having gotten a release of his own. I feel his stare settle on me, but can’t bring myself to look his way as that word from before echoes inside my head.

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