Page 49 of Cruel Alpha: Season One

On his fingers, his tongue, whatever he plans to offer.

He removes my pants and panties completely, tossing them aside as he brings my thigh to his shoulder. He pauses to savor my scent, licking the arousal that’s dampened my inner thighs.

It’s different being with him here, as opposed to in his study or in the drawing room at the estate. I’m not a subject in his home, not under his rule. We’re on neutral territory—two people whose bodies call out to each other for heat, for relief.

He places a single kiss on my pussy and my head presses into the mattress as he growls a word against my flesh.

“Mine.”

My heel digs into his back when I arch toward the ceiling, and I hate that I don’t disagree with him. Of all the men in New Eden, of everyone I could allow to lay claim to my body, none would be as satisfying as to one day give into my alpha.

His tongue plunges into me, and the sheet gathers in my hands. He draws my swollen, deprived clit between his lips, teasing as he sucks in tiny pulses until my breath ceases. The music seems to grow louder as I become immersed in the moment, as if everything before and everything after doesn’t truly exist.

“Wait,” I plead, feeling as though the sensation is suddenly too intense. Like I’m on the verge of my soul leaving my body if I come in this state, while I lack control.

But my words are too small and too quiet to be heard over the music. So, when my entire core tenses, and Caspian clamps his mouth tight around my clit to suck, I feel the mattress vibrating with my body.

Strong hands brace my hips when I attempt to climb the mattress to escape him. I whimper loudly as he feasts on me like he’s starving, devouring me, sucking the lips between my thighs,and then plunging his tongue deep inside. All at once, it’s too much, andsomehow… still not enough.

I want more.

I want it all.

I stare down my body at him, his lips shimmering with a mix of saliva and my arousal, and he’s never been harder to resist. That word that fell from his mouth just a moment ago—mine—it rings inside my head like a bell, and I can’t deny that it’s fitting.

I am, in every sense of the word… his.

19

Loyalty

Annalise

Cas tosseshis head back with a laugh as he walks a dignitary through the rose garden. I’m holding my breath without realizing it, stalking him with a heated stare, thinking of our encounter last week—his taste in my mouth, his hands on my body.

“Annalise?”

An audible gasp leaves me when Winifred’s light touch lands on my shoulder. Our eyes lock, and she’s fighting a smile,volleying a quick glance between Cas and me. My guess is she’s starting to put two and two together.

Not the part where I’ve zoned out thinking about his cock at least five times since she and Elizabeth met me in the garden for a picnic. But she at least knows something’s changed.

I’vechanged.

Once overwhelmingly adverse to the idea of being our alpha’s mate, I can’t help but wonder if it’s clear to others that I’m…falling.

“Thought we’d lost you for a second,” Winifred teases. I sit straighter, pushing a stray hair behind my ear, purposely not glancing up toward Cas as I smear Ms. Fitzgibbons’ fresh apricot jelly over a cracker.

“Sorry, I was daydreaming.”

She and Elizabeth share a look, and Winifred smiles. “Yeah, you’ve been doing that quite a bit this past week.”

I swallow again, feeling mildly uncomfortable that she accurately pinpointed when things between Cas and I reached the tipping point. It was exactly one week ago that I stormed into The Wet Bar, found him in a compromising position, only to later findmyselfin a compromising position.

But… I can’t think about that right now. Not if I don’t want to choke on my lunch and make a total fool of myself.

I pick a blade of grass off my pants and rack my brain for something safe to chat about with the girls, only to remember the topic of conversation I’ve avoided for days now.

“I’ve been meaning to discuss something with you both.”

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