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I didn’t blame him for what he’d done to me last night. He wasn’t in control—the bastards drugging him out of his mind had made sure of that—and even now, as I lay stiff, heart pounding with increasing fear as his hands further explored my body, I didn’t blame him. But that didn’t stop the tears from trickling down my cheeks when he found the softness between my legs and—seemingly without effort—pried my thighs apart.

His first touch to my clit shot a bolt of sensation through my pelvis sharp enough to make me jolt. All pretenses of sleep fled at the tremble he inspired in my body.

351 rumbled against my ear, his mouth pressing to my jaw and then down the back of my neck toward my mark as he stroked me.

I wasn’t ready for it, my folds still dry and closed like reluctant petals, and my mind was blank with mounting panic. His touch was too raw against my bud of nerves, too direct.

“It hurts!” I gasped, finally breaking through the panic at the too-intense rubbing of my most sensitive spot. My hands moved to his of their own accord, grasping onto his wrist to still his movements.

Teeth clamped shut around my nape, so immediate and mercilessly I didn’t even flinch before my body went lax.

351 growled approvingly, never releasing his grasp on my neck, and let his fingers press in harder against my clit.

Unable to resist this time, let alone stop him, I whimpered pleadingly as he rubbed it slowly again and again, coaxing it out from its protective hood despite my hips jerking in protest. Only when it was fully swollen against his touch did he finally relent, sliding his two fingers lower between my flushed lips, spreading them apart until he reached my entrance.

I grimaced against the expected pain of dry penetration when he dipped them inside, but the stretch was slick and felt… good.

He pumped his finger into me a few times, the lewd sounds emitting from my sex making me draw a shuddering breath just as he returned his focus to my clit.

This time, there was no pain.

I jerked and moaned when he rubbed his now dripping wet fingers across my little bud, zings of ecstasy shooting through my pelvis.

God, it felt… I panted and groaned as he rubbed me hard and fast, my body tensing despite his strong jaw keeping me still, and I knew what was coming.

My orgasm rocked through me, making me arch against the alpha as I moaned in pleasure. It came in short, hard pulses, flooding my mind until I finally collapsed onto the mattress in an exhausted heap. 351 released his grip on my neck and pulled back.

Endorphins danced in my blood as I let my hooded gaze meet his.

He stared down at me, green-blue eyes dark with desire, and for a moment I was filled with gratitude that he had ensured my pleasure despite my initial reluctance. He could have easily torn into me like the savage beast he was.

He didn’t let me bask in gratitude for long.

Apparently content he’d prepared me enough, he pushed me to my stomach, and before I could think to crawl away, he settled his huge bulk between my spread thighs, trapping me with a firm grip on my hips.

A rough yank, and I was on my knees, and my heart burst into overdrive when his huge cock pressed right up against my splayed nether lips.

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His female whimpered, the fragrance of her fear sharp enough to pierce the delicious aroma of her desire.

He growled, frustrated that his attempt to calm her had failed, and pushed her head down to the mattress, clamping his hand around the back of her neck in the way that made females relax.

She twitched, fighting his hold, but finally succumbed with a small whine.

There.

She was dripping between her legs as he pushed his blunt cock against her silky softness, her body ready and flowering open despite her reluctance to submit.

Why did she fight him? She washis!His to take, his to mate—his to calm with his strength and virility.

Grunting with equal amounts of raw lust and frustration, he penetrated her weeping opening and was immediately greeted with the tight, wet heat of her cunt pulsing frantically around the rim of his cock head.

He groaned with overwhelming pleasure and tightened his hold on the little thing’s neck when she squealed and lurched forward. Holding her firmly in place, he gritted his teeth and pushed through her body’s resistance, forcing his cock all the way in until her bottom smacked against his hips and he’d impaled her completely.

She babbled something—he couldn’t focus on her words through the bliss ringing in his ears—and reached back, attempting to push at his stomach.

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