Page 31 of Cruel Alpha Daddy

The emotions inside me are so intense and confusing, I can barely think. My heart is pounding like a hammer, and I can’t slow my breathing down. I’m so close to Rider that I can feel the heat rising from his body, and it’s intense enough to sear my skin.

He reaches up, and I think he’s going to grab me, but he just runs his fingers along the backs of my arms. Shivers race up and down my spine in response.

All day, every day, as I work through my pain and fear, I also have to fight my desire. I’m sure Rider has never guessed, but my thighs burn when we curl up together at night. My hands ache, longing to touch him.

Being so close to him and not having him is tearing me apart almost as much as missing my son.

The heat of his breath rushes across my lips, and I reach out with both hands, feeling his fingers linking through mine. As I look into his eyes, the world drops away, and there is nothing left except me and Rider and the way he makes me feel.

For the first time in days, I don’t fight the rush of desire that floods through me in response to his touch. The warm waves of pleasure sweep through me, leaving my clit throbbing and my nipples hard.

I want you so much.

He stays completely still, as if he’s tracking a deer and doesn’t want to startle it. He must be aware of the effect he’s having on me but holding himself back.

Why? Does he even want me? I have to know.

I lean forward, and he doesn’t respond. His muscles are tense and trembling. It looks like he’s not even breathing.

Fuck it. I can’t fight this. I don’t even want to.

I lean forward a little more, seeing his eyes widen in surprise. His fingers twitch against mine, but aside from that, he doesn’t move.

Our lips touch, and the moment is electric. Sensation shocks through me, flooding my body with white-hot lust that obliterates my restraint.

Years of desperate longing catch up to me all at once, and I throw myself at Rider, gasping as my body slams up against him. He groans, his hands going around my waist to pull me close. I run my hands up his back, exploring his hard muscles through the soft fabric of his shirt. He wraps his arms around me and picks me up, spinning us around so he can sit me on the table.

Grabbing his shoulders, I grip him hard with my knees, writhing against his body. With a fierce growl, he pushes me down against the table and kisses me even harder, pinning me with one hand while the other gropes at my breasts. I writhe against him, my hips bucking up and down. I can barely move, and the sensation of being trapped only turns me on even more.

When Rider turns his head and runs his tongue down my neck, the intensity peaks, and a shriek bursts from my throat.

“Fiona,” he mutters, running his tongue down my chest in a slick line.

His fingers fumble at the top button of my dress, and I reach up to help him, yanking the neckline open so my breasts bounce free. He cups one in his big, hard hand and gives it a squeeze as his tongue and lips find my other nipple.

The throbbing between my legs spreads to every inch of my body. I thrash under him, holding his head with both hands as he feasts on my tits. I grind against him, thrusting my hips and feeling his hard cock through his jeans on every stroke.

The ache between my legs is unbearable, a fierce, throbbing sensation that exists in a perfect balance between pleasure and pain. I want him to shove his cock into me and satisfy that deep, hungry ache, but I also never want it to stop.

I feel alive. Oh, dear God, I feel alive for the first time in years!

Rider raises his head and looks up at me, his eyes wide and shimmering with emotion. He looks so damaged and bruised but also fierce and wild.

A wolf that can never be tamed.

He runs his hands down my body, pushing the dress up my thighs. I can’t look away from his beautiful emerald eyes. The pure need in his gaze feeds the part of me that has felt rejected and abandoned since the moment he walked out.

His tongue creeps to the edge of his lip, and I feel his fingers digging into my skin as he slowly moves downwards. I watch him as he lowers himself, shivers racing over my skin as I feel his warm breath on my belly, then lower.

When I feel his lips wrap around my clit, a short scream rips from my throat. Rider’s hands grab my thighs and shove them apart as he teases his way down my pussy with the tip of his tongue.

The ache inside me is pure agony now. He brushes his mouth gently against the hot, throbbing outer lips and lashes his tongue against the more delicate petals beneath. I have to cover my face, squirming as he teases me.

“Fiona,” he whispers, and his breath feels cool against the slick folds of my pussy. I hear him moan, then his tongue slips inside me, lashing against the inner walls as his lips devour the rest of me.

My hips buck towards him, and I reach down, grabbing his head and twisting my fingers into his hair. I thrust hard against his mouth, forcing his head to stay down. A long moan shudders through my chest as I feel the spasms start deep inside, and my pussy clenches against Rider’s mouth. The orgasm seems to hover out of reach for the briefest of seconds, the anticipation only giving me more pleasure. As my entire body starts to tremble, Rider slides his tongue from my cunt up to my clit, then wraps his lips around it and lashes it with his tongue.

“Oh my fucking God!” I cry out, the orgasm crashing through me, exploding from my core and reaching every last inch of my body. The release is so extreme, I feel like I’m about to cry.

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