Page 60 of Alpha Scorned

“Mine!” he snarled and sank his canines into my neck.

“Yes!” I cried out, the unbearable tension in my body exploding. I splintered into a million pieces as he drew my essence into his mouth while continuing to ram home.

His breathing became erratic as he took another draw, the pain both exquisite and consuming, his fingers digging into my flesh. I moved in a frenzied rhythm, stars flashing and exploding under my closed lids as my insides damned near milked him dry.

His movements slowed as my spasms subsided, but I knew he hadn’t finished with me. And he wouldn’t be. Not until I claimed him. I eyed him hungrily. My blood dripped from his luscious mouth. Satisfaction warmed me at the sight. Rocking my hips against him, I hissed. “Mine.”

He grinned wickedly, baring his teeth. “Prove it.”

My nostrils flared. “Bed. Now,” I commanded.

He laughed and kept me seated on his cock. Leaning to the side he switched the shower off. Not bothering to dry us, he headed to the bed. He lowered us down, his large body covering mine, the steel of his erection sinking in deep. The feel of him dominating me, of him trapping me against the soft mattress was consuming, and I wanted him to stay there. But I also wanted more. I had an irrational fear that he would pull away before I could claim him. “I need to claim you. Now.” In my panic I began twisting and wriggling to get free.

“Lina, Iamyours. Be still,” Owen commanded. His voice was stern, but his hold on my wrists, which he’d captured above my head, was only just enough to immobilise, not hurt. He looked deeply into my eyes. “You can have me. But I want to feast on you first. I need to taste what is mine.”

My insides melted as he kissed his way down my body, lavishing attention on each nipple, tracing my scars with his tongue and lips. I writhed, a small frustrated snarl curling my lips as his hooded gaze met mine.

“I will always be yours. But I don’t want this to be over yet. I want time to savour this body, to savouryou, before you sink those beautiful fangs in me and I cannot hold back,” he told me, his mouth and tongue trailing a tortuous path down each side of my centre to my inner thighs, where he kissed and nipped the soft skin of one leg before lavishing attention on the other. I shuddered with pleasure, surprised the sheets hadn’t caught fire from the lust scorching my blood. I was burning for him, for his mouth to feast on me. His smile turned wolfish and he nuzzled my clit with his nose inhaling deeply before he encircled that bundle of nerve endings with the tip of his tongue. “Mmm, you are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” He slipped two fingers into my wet channel. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back in my head no matter how hard I tried to watch him. The sight of his head between my legs, his gorgeous eyes watching my reaction to his ministrations, was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

I speared my hands into his hair, twisted the silky brown strands around my fingers and pulled him against my sensitive nub, demanding he move. He chuckled, the sound deep and filled with dark delight. He set a steady pace only to slow down when he felt me pulse around his fingers.

Once again I found myself begging. “Please. Owen, please…” Gods, he knew how to play my body perfectly.

A low rumble came from his chest. This time when I began to pulse, he didn’t slow, he pulled the bundle of nerves at my apex between his teeth and sucked—hard.

I screamed. My vision wavered and darkness rolled in. I sobbed as the pleasure went on and on, his fingers working me from the inside. The pleasure was so intense I cried, tears leaking from my eyes. He released me from his mouth and with gentle, slowing strokes of his tongue, brought me down.

I panted, the aftershocks of my second earth shattering orgasm sending tremors through my whole body, but still I had a deep aching need in my soul that could only be filled one way.

Gathering my strength, I growled, and before he sensed what I was about to do, flipped us both. Breathing hard, I slid down his body until I was positioned over that proud length of his erection. Straddling his hips, I reached down and grabbed him, guiding him to my slick entrance. Holding his gaze, I slowly sank down, until he filled me completely. I braced myself against his heavy chest with my palms and gave him a satisfied half-smile, half-snarl.

“Your turn.” And I lifted my hips, sinking back down, moving harder and faster.

His back arched as his hands gripped the sheets. He groaned, every muscle in his body straining. I smirked. Yeah, this was my time to make him beg. I slowed my undulations, and sat upright. That position drove him deeper.

“Fuck, Lina…”he moaned.

My nostrils flared as I looked down at him, his face saturated with pleasure, his chest rising and falling in gasping, deep breaths. I reached around and wrapped my fingers around the weight of his balls.

“Godsdamn, you’re killing me.”

“I know.” And I smiled down into his heated gaze, gently squeezing him, as I rocked my hips. But the pleasure was building inside me again and my wolf was pushing me to stop playing and take what was ours. I let go of him and lifted myself, slamming down hard. I moaned at the pleasure and pain that his size gave me. His eyes flew open and he watched the juncture between my legs as I rode him, such lust consuming me, I couldn’t hold back. I rode him hard, but when I saw the love that consumed his face, his beautiful eyes hooded, anxiety slammed back into me. I slowed. I opened my mouth to ask if he was sure, but was unable to voice my question.

Owen’s gaze moved from where we were joined to my face. What he saw there made him raise his hands to my hips and even though I wanted to keep moving he held me still.

“You are mine. And I want to be yours, Lina. I have since the moment I saw you exposed, and damaged, and so beautiful, protecting your baby, yourself, and the other prisoners. You were magnificent that day, and you still are. I love you with every fibre of my being; with or without your wolf.”

Tears sprang to my eyes as warmth spread through me. My wolf came closer to the surface, and I knew she was showing herself to him. Keeping one hand braced on his chest, I lifted the other to his cheek. “I love you, too. I have for a long time. I will always do my best to be worthy of you.”

He smiled. “How about we agree we are worthy of each other?”

A bubble of emotion burst in my chest and I sniffed back my tears, nodding, not sure I could ever do enough to be worthy of someone like Owen, but I was desperate to try. Using his thumb, he wiped away the tear that fell onto my cheek.

We stared at each other as I slowly began to move. Owen moved his hand back to my hips and urged me to move faster and harder. Pleasure built inside me as my wolf urged me to claim him. Owen growled, his grey eyes consumed by yellow. I moved more urgently, until Owen’s gasps were loud and laboured, a low growl rumbling up from his chest.

Not once did we lose eye contact.

“Mine. Now!” I cried when his grip on me tightened to the point of pain. He turned his head, exposing his neck, and that was all the invitation I needed. I fell forward and sank my canines into his neck, drawing in deeply while still moving my hips.

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