Page 39 of The Alpha's Forbidden Heir

Her hips jerk, her moans spilling freely now, and I smirk against her skin. “You like that, don’t you?” I murmur darkly, my teeth grazing her neck. “Being fucked like this. Like the desperate little thing you are.”

“Shut up,” she gasps, but her body betrays her, moving against me, her legs tightening around my waist.

I slam into her harder, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the room. “You tell me to shut up one more time, and I’ll make you scream so loud the whole damn house will know who you belong to.”

She whimpers, her nails digging into my back, and I grip her ass, pulling her impossibly closer. My lips trail down her neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark, and she cries out, her head falling back against the wall.

“Bane, I—”

“I don’t want to hear you talk,” I snap, my hand slipping up to grip her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. “All I want is to hear you moan for me. Beg for it.”

Her eyes flutter shut, and she lets out a broken, needy sound that goes straight to my cock. I thrust harder, deeper, hitting a spot that has her trembling in my arms.

“Right there,” I growl, my fingers tightening on her throat as I watch her fall apart. “You’re mine, Aria. Say it.”

“Yours,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper, and it’s all I need.

“Damn right you are,” I snarl, my pace becoming punishing, my hand slipping between us to circle her clit. Her cries grow louder, her body tightening around me as she shatters, her orgasm ripping through her.

“Fuck!” I groan, my own release hitting me like a tidal wave as I bury myself deep inside her, holding her against the wall as we ride out the high together.

For a moment, the room is silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing. Slowly, I let her legs slide down, her feet unsteady as she leans heavily against me.

My chest heaves as I step back, watching her straighten her clothes with trembling hands. The anger that drove us moments ago begins to fade, replaced by something more dangerous – a feeling I've been fighting since the moment I saw her again.

When she finally looks up at me, her eyes still dark with lingering desire, something inside me shifts.

I realize with growing unease that the wall I built between us is crumbling. My wolf whines, recognizing what I've been desperately trying to deny: that maybe letting her leave was my biggest mistake, and that beneath all this anger and resentment lies something I'm not ready to face.

"This changes nothing," she whispers, but her voice wavers, betraying her words.

I say nothing, because we both know it's a lie. Everything has changed, and as I watch her disappear into her room, I'm hit with the terrifying realization.

My heart is in her hands, and for the first time, I realize just how dangerous that is. I’m utterly fucked.

Chapter Twelve

Aria

Iadjust the strap of the basket in my hand, trying to ignore the whispers that follow me like shadows through the pack house. It isn't just whispers anymore—it's hushed gasps, low chuckles, and the occasional outright sneer.

"Human."

"Can't believe she's his mate."

"Doesn't even belong here."

The words roll off their tongues like venom, but I don't let them see how much they sting. I square my shoulders, chin lifted high, and keep walking. I'm not going to let a bunch of wolves dictate how I live.

Still, my patience is wearing thin. If one more idiot calls me "the human," I am liable to break something over their heads.

I turn a corner too sharply and collide with someone. The basket slips from my hand, the fruits and bread tumbling to the floor.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

I look up to see a woman around my age with warm hazel eyes and auburn hair pulled into a loose ponytail. Her face is kind, and she crouches down immediately, picking up the scattered apples.

"It's fine," I mutter, crouching to help.

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