Page 47 of Moonlit Choosing Ritual

I clenched my jaw and dragged him up the stairs, to the bedroom, and closed the door. He raised an eyebrow inamusement. “Did you miss me?” he asked jokingly. Instead of answering him, I walked him to the bathroom.

“How did you get those bruises?” I asked, picking up his hands and examining them.

He studied me for a moment like I had grown two heads. Then he smirked and took his shirt off. When he turned, I saw another long bruise that stretched from his right shoulder, across his back, to his left hip. A shudder ran down my spine. It was like a claw had raked his skin. “Who did that to you?” I couldn’t keep myself from inspecting him closely as I ran my finger across his back. He froze on his spot and turned his head over his shoulder.

A moment later, he said, “Two rogues breached security and entered the pack. I chased them. It was a simple fight in which I killed them, but they were ferocious.”

My breath snagged in my chest as a tremble coursed through me. On instinct, I grabbed a towel from the stand, rinsed it with water, and ran it over his bruise.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as I sensed his bewilderment through my heart.

“Disinfecting you.”

“My wounds will heal in a few hours.”

“Well, we don’t want them infected, do we?” I said stubbornly.

He tipped his head up and turned to look at me, his eyes flashing amber. He curled his finger beneath my chin and lifted my face. “Your touch is sinful. I don’t want to frighten you, but if you continue, I’ll take you hard and won’t be able to stop myself.”

I turned and rushed out of the room, my breath coming in pants. He came after me, spun me and picked me up in his arms, my feet dangling in the air. With his eyes locked on mine, he slid a hand under my dress to cup my ass. I gasped, my shallowbreaths sounding loud in the stillness of the room. He made me sit on the bed and crawled over me, making me scoot back. “Doesn’t your Goddess prohibit you from taking a human?”

“No, the Goddess says this pussy is mine. I claimed it and showed the proof of your virgin blood to everyone.” His fingers trailed up my trembling thighs. He ripped off my thong like it was paper, like he hated the layer of fabric between him and me. His finger landed on my core, which he started moving in circles. My core was so wet that I could feel it on his fingers. A moan escaped my traitorous throat as his fingers made my body taut, setting fire to my insides. My chest rose and fell, my head falling backward.

Then he slipped one finger inside my wet pussy, and I moaned again, my back arching off the bed, my pussy trying to take more of his digit. “Oh God!” I rasped. Our gazes locked and he saw what he was doing to me. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples hardened and, in desperation, I went boneless.

A few days back, I would have screamed at how unfair he was to take me. But now? I wanted to chase my orgasm, riding on his finger.

Suddenly he took his finger out, and I groaned in frustration. He flipped me on the bed so my face was on the mattress. He straddled me and I felt his hand moving down my back all the way to my ass, which he cupped and squeezed with his big hands.

“Oh, Goddess,” he hissed as if in pain. “You don’t know what you do to me.” He pulled at my dress and tore it off me, tossing it on the floor. I felt him let out a breath, and he ran his fingers up and down my back, my legs, his fingers gripping my thighs. He leaned down and sucked the skin of my ass and bit into me, making me shriek. Then he set himself between my thighs and gripped my waist, raising my ass in the air. He groaned as he stared at my wet pussy. He spread my thighs wider. “Fuck,you’re so wet for me, Kimble,” he breathed. “You’re mine,” he bit out, and before I knew it, he had brought his hand down on my ass cheek. I screamed as pain and pleasure hit me. Before I could even grasp the intensity of the sting, his mouth was on my core, lapping up my juices.

“Ah!” It was such a divine experience that I rolled my hips shamelessly for him to take more. I heard his deep groan as he tongue-fucked me. His finger rubbed my clit, pushing me over the edge. I cried, chasing my orgasm. The heat pooling in my belly was threatening to strike out. I was right there when all at once he pulled his mouth away. “Noo!” I cried, and he chuckled.

“So greedy.” I heard him unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. “Mine,” he growled as he stroked his cock and placed it at my weeping entrance.

Then he pushed his cock into me, his hands tight on my hips, pulling my body down so his big cock went deeper, inch by inch, into my pussy. With each inch he groaned, low and wild. And I knew that whatever control he was exercising over himself, he was about to let go. He yanked my hips back, impaling me on his cock.

“You can never get away from me.”

Thrust.

“I fought for you. I claimed you. I killed and wounded for you. And I will continue to kill for you, Kimble.”

“You.”

Thrust.

“Are.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

With every savage thrust, my body was jolted forward, my hard and sensitive nipples dragging on the mattress. It was as if he was a blazing inferno, and every thrust was firing up my body.“Your pussy is heaven. It was made for me. See how perfectly we fit!” he snarled. He leaned forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. “I am your Alpha, your husband, and the only man who will touch you. I’m going to kill anyone who lays a finger on you.”

His breath got heavier as he tightened his hands on my ass. I yelped when he slammed harder inside me. “Come for me now, Kim!” he commanded. And in that instant, I felt the crown of his head expanding inside me. It was a knot. At first, it was just a slight stretch, but then his head swelled further. “Fuck!” he grated as if this was happening of its own accord. I tolerated the stretch until it grew so much that a scream ripped from my throat.

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