Page 25 of Rejected By the Alpha

“Only because I was the pack outcast,” I spat. I could no longer take the underhanded assumption that I hadn’t been chosen through some fault of my own. “My earliest memories are of being ridiculed and teased, and that never changed. There was no man in the pack who would date me when the rest of the wolves considered me to be weird and defective.”

“So, you’ve never dated? Ever?” he asked after he had processed what I said.

“Of course, I dated,” I lied. “It was just difficult because I had to go outside of Sparkle Hollow to do it. But I went on plenty of dates where we fooled around. I just didn’t have sex.”

“You fooled around?” he repeated. For some reason, he seemed upset.

“Sure,” I said. Whether it was true or not, I couldn’t let him believe he was the only man who had made me feel alive and wanted. “I let them touch me.”

I didn’t expect him to care that I had experience with other men. I would have thought it would make him feel better about what we had done in the bar. But my statement seemed to have the opposite reaction.

“How did they touch you?” he asked, his voice low.

His jealousy was palpable, but I was determined to act unaffected. He couldn’t know that I cared about his opinion of me.

“Making out and hand stuff,” I said with a shrug.

“What kind of hand stuff?” he demanded.

“I don’t know how to answer that question,” I admitted. “I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“On the contrary,” he said, his voice low again as he moved closer to me and angled his body toward mine, “there are many ways to touch a woman.”

I felt my stomach tighten at the desire and dominance in his eyes. It wasn’t fear but excitement I felt. It was the same look he gave me at the bar earlier this evening. He was turned on.

“Of course,” I said quietly. “But it’s not something I can explain with my words.”

Killian raised an eyebrow at me, and I realized that I had unwittingly invited him to begin a demonstration.

“Well, then,” he said quietly. He moved in closer and wrapped an arm around my waist so that our bodies were touching. “Did they touch you like this?”

He began to caress my torso, trailing his fingers under my shirt.

“Yes,” I said, determined to moderate my tone. “Of course.”

He lifted my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall onto the couch. His hands continued their circling motions across my skin as he lowered his mouth to my neck.

“Did they kiss you like this?”

His lips and tongue took turns trailing patterns from my ear to my collarbone. The warmth of his breath in the crook of my neck sent a tingle down my spine.

“Yes,” I said, my voice shaking a little.

Killian looked into my eyes while he repositioned us, moving me onto my back as he straddled me.

“Did they kiss you here?” he asked, palming my breasts and squeezing gently.

“Yes,” I said, barely maintaining my composure.

Still looking into my eyes, he lowered his lips to my breast, placing his nipple into my mouth and sucking lightly. I inhaled sharply as electric jolts traveled through me. His hands roamed down my stomach toward my waist, and I felt blood rushing toward my pelvis.

“And what about here?”

He began kissing me on every inch of my stomach, moving lower and lower as he teased me.

“Yes,” I breathed. I was no longer composed. The only thought in my mind was of his breath on my skin, the tightening of my stomach, and the tingling nerves in my clitoris. I yearned for him to be closer to me, to take my body and do what he pleased with it.

As he kissed below my belly button, his hands reached up and began tweaking my nipples softly. I moaned at the sensation of pleasure that was building in my body.

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