Page 59 of Alpha Scorned

“Mmm,” I moaned. My head dropped back against his shoulder, my eyes hooded as he released one breast and slid his hand down my body over my scars and to the apex of my thighs. I didn’t tense up or try to hide myself. He’d accepted my scars, and all I wanted, now that I was healed and at one with my wolf, was to claim him, and for him to claim me. A gasp fell from my lips as he slid his middle finger through my slick folds.

“So are you, baby? Healed enough for me?”

I nodded and twisted to look up at him. His head lowered, and he brushed his cheek over my hair before dropping small kisses over every part of my head and face that he could reach. “I am.” I moaned as he reached down further and slipped his finger into my body. I rocked into his touch, revelling in it. Heat sizzled along my veins, tension curling lower in my belly. But it wasn’t anywhere near enough. “Owen, Please...I need more.”

“Greedy girl. Like this?” Another finger joined the first. And he picked up the tempo.

“Fuck. No.” I pushed my backside into him grinding against the hardness I found trapped between us. “This.”

He chuckled darkly as our wet skin slid against each other. “I know. So spread your legs, keep your hands where they are, and let me work.”

I shuddered at the command in his voice. Yeah, I was an alpha, and right now my mate was being dominant—but I loved it. So did my body.

“Gods damn, you’re wet for me,” he muttered, pulling his fingers from me, leaving me empty. I groaned, rocking my hips in demand for his touch, my breathing erratic and deep.

His own breathing had sped up, but the next thing I heard was the snap of a plastic top and the aroma of the gentle herb shower gel I used. It filled my nostrils, mixing with Owen’s claiming scent and the lust that saturated the air.

His hands massaged the gel into my skin, making me moan with need. Every inch of my body was on fire from his touch as he cleaned away the remnants of old blood. He pulled my hands from his hair and turned me around while he continued his thorough exploration of my wet body, touching me, caressing me, learning every hill, curve and valley of my body. “No one else will ever touch you like this.” He growled, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me into his hard, wet body, before nipping my earlobe. I tilted my head to look up at him, holding onto his solid forearms. His gaze was dark with possession, his eyes glowing yellow with his wolf.

Swallowing hard, I nodded. “I never have, and I never will, want anyone else.”

“Good because I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you, hurt you, or take you from me. You. Are. Mine.” And a low possessive rumble escaped his chest. He spun me around again and ground his erection into my backside as he slipped his finger into my folds, circling my clit over and over. His breathing was hard and rapid, his canines grazing my skin. “Mine,”he exhaled in a rumble against the wet skin of my ear, the shower raining water down on us both. His fingers continued to torture the bundle of nerves between my legs, his other hand tormenting one nipple then the other. I whimpered, unable to keep still, writhing against his touch while trying to increase the pressure where I needed it most. I tried to use my hand to grab the rod of silk-covered steel that pushed against me and guide it where I wanted it. But he was having none of that. He let go of my aching breast and throbbing clit and grabbed my wrists, pressing my hands back against the wet tiles. “Keep still, and I’ll give you what you need.” He bit my neck but didn’t pierce my skin. “WhenIam ready to give it to you. Now behave.”

His skilled fingers played me, repeatedly bringing me to the peak of ecstasy before backing off, again and again. Unable to think about anything but the need that was ready to explode inside me, I moaned, cried out, even begged, until he made me sob his name. Each time he raised me to a new height of pleasure, I writhed and bucked, desperately trying to topple off that peak. But the harder I bucked, the less the bastard moved, settling the weight of his body against me, holding me, until all I could do was obey and relax my struggles, panting and whispering for him to let me come.

“Owen. Please. No more. Please. I need you. Please...I’m going to die if you don’t take me. I’m yours! Claim me so I can claim you! Please...” I pleaded, sobbing, as my insides clenched. I burned with need, my mind a chaotic mess of incoherent thoughts and desire. I needed him to finish this. I was no longer whole without him. My fangs grazed my lower lip as I sucked in a desperate breath.

I felt him smile against my skin, and a wave of desire flowed through my core. He gave a dark chuckle. “That’s what I needed to hear. You accept that I’m yours? You truly want this?” He asked, his teeth grazing the skin on the side of my neck again though still not breaking the skin.

“Yes. Yes. Now.”

He gave another satisfied chuckle. “Hm, maybe I’ll make you wait…”

That was enough! I snarled and twisted around to face him. The sexy curl of Owen’s mouth and his long, white canines almost made me lose my shit. I grabbed his shoulders. His chest rose and fell, his erection proud and pulsing. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Fuck me. Now, you teasing bastard!” I hissed, so desperate I’d force him back against the wall if he refused me.

“All you had to do was ask, beautiful.” And he curled his hands around my buttocks lifting me. His mercury gaze snagged mine, holding me captive. “Tell me you are mine,” he demanded. His wolf was bright in his gaze, the vivid yellow radiating through the silver like rivers of gold. And I understood. He needed to know that I had chosen this. That I’d chosen us.

My hand cupped his cheek, my other gripping his shoulder as he slid his cock through the slickness between my legs. “I am yours. I’ve always been yours, Owen. I just never thought I was good enough for you.”

He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes hooded as he lined up his crown at my entrance. “You are perfect for me. Never think otherwise,” he whispered before he drove his body home until he was seated fully inside me.

Electricity slammed through me. “Oh gods! Owen!” I whimpered as he stretched me almost to the point of pain. I rocked my pelvis, my fingers curling into his flesh, my nails scoring his skin as pleasure and a glorious discomfort swamped me. I tried to adjust to his throbbing length as he pushed deeper and then held still, his eyes searing my soul.

“Godsdamn!” He held my gaze, his eyes dark, his pupils almost consuming his silver and yellow irises. “You’re so tight. You fit me perfectly. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Lina.MyLina,” he finished with the reverence of a prayer.

My heart squeezed at the adoration in his eyes.

How could I ever have thought I could give him up? To live without him wouldn't be living, it would be slowly dying. I rocked my pelvis, moving up and down his length as he held up my weight, his muscles bunching. His nostrils flared as I groaned, need twisting my insides.

“Please, Owen. Claim me. Fuck! I. Can’t …”

Before I’d finished speaking, he roared and pulled back, then slammed forward with enough force to ram me against the wall.

I didn't care about my spine hitting the tiles. The uncontrolled desperation of each thrust only heightened my desire. And my cries seemed to heighten his passion. His thrusts became harder and deeper, more demanding. And when he adjusted my weight until he was rubbing the most sensitive part of my insides, it was almost too much. Each urgent thrust had me gripping him so tightly I felt faint with pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it. My head tilted back and I whimpered and cried out with every drive of his hips, lost to everything but him. Heat built up from my center, coiling in my belly until it was white hot.

“Ohgodsohgodsohgodspleasepleaseplease. I can’t stand it, Owen, please,” I babbled, consumed with need. That’s when I felt it. A shift in Owen’s energy. His hips slammed against mine at a frantic pace, our bodies creating wet slapping sounds under the falling water.

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