Page 47 of The Alpha's Pretend Mate

A loud moan climbed up her throat when he closed his mouth around the pebbled peak and sucked. Wetness gushed down her thighs, across his balls while they slapped on her ass, over his leg, and onto the sheets.

“You’re making a mess, Sweetheart.” Cassius turned his attention to her other nipple and tugged on it with his teeth.

His words triggered something deep inside Alysa, and her orgasm came a second later with sudden ferocity, causing her back to arch and her mouth to fall open in a silent scream.

Cassius only gave her a minute to catch her breath before he maneuvered her into a different position again.

One minute, she was on his lap. The next, she was on all fours, her hands and knees pressing into the soft silk sheets of his large bed.

“Spread your legs for me. That’s it.” Cassius voiced his approval as she obeyed. “Let me see how wet that pretty little pussy is.”

The tip of his cock nudged her entrance. When he didn’t make a further move, Alysa pushed back against him and whined with need.

Greedy girl.

“Good girl.”

Cassius's praise came just as he gripped her hair and thrust into her again. He held her hands together above her head as he pounded. Every time she seemed to be catching her breath, he launched another thrust to knock it out of her lungs again.

That’s for rushing me.

Sensation stretched his skin taut and made him lightheaded. The world dissolved into nothing more than their combined moans and the slap of flesh against flesh. All too soon, he felt the familiar tightening in his gut.

"Alysa," he groaned, his rhythm faltering. "I'm close."

"Me too," she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around him. "Oh god, Cassius, don't stop."

He reached between them, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot. A few well-placed strokes had her arching off the bed, her second orgasm washing over her in a wave that pulled him under, too. Cassius buried his face in her neck as he came, her name a prayer on his lips.

They lay tangled together afterward, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Cassius pressed soft kisses to Alysa's shoulder, his mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. Guilt, desire, fear, and something dangerously close to love all battled for dominance.

Cassius could feel the steady beat of Alysa’s heart against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Alysa whispered, her voice barely audible.

Cassius smiled, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Me too.”

Six weeks of pent-up frustration, lust, and everything in between, all unleashed in one night. They would deal with the aftermath in the morning, he knew, but for now, he was content.

Chapter 12 - Alysa

In the quiet darkness, Alysa's breathing was steady, her face soft in the embrace of sleep. For once, the incessant worries that had haunted her since she arrived here faded into the background.

She felt safe and cherished, as if, for one fleeting moment, everything was as it should be. In her slumber, she turned slightly, her lips curving into a small smile as she smelt his scent all around her, tethering her to the memory of something sweet.

For a moment, she basked in the warmth of the memories from the night before—Cassius's touch, his kisses, the way he'd made her feel so alive, the way his hands knew exactly where to touch.

“Good girl.”

Alysa’s eyes fluttered open, and a smile curved her lips as she reached out, expecting to find his solid warmth beside her.

Her hand met cold sheets instead.

Huh?

The smile faded as reality seeped in. Alysa sat up, the blanket falling away as she scanned the empty room. No sign of Cassius. No note, no explanation.

There was no trace but the lingering scent of him in the sheets—a mix of earth, pine, and cedar that made her heart ache.

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