Page 145 of Rogue Alpha Prince

I should be getting mad, but his closeness makes me dizzy with desire. I wish he would go back to acting cold toward me, so I could… think… clearly… Our mate bond is in full effect now, and suddenly I cannot escape my dirty feelings any longer. All I can think about is how literally hot he makes me feel. There are too many layers between us. I grab hold of his shirt at his waist with my fists, and try to pull him even closer.

He leans down a bit, but not low enough for me to capture his lips. He smirks at me.

“Hm, I can feel how aroused you are, too. Useful little thing.” He grabs my chin roughly, and turns my head right for better access to my neck.

When his tongue touches my marking spot, leaving my skin hot and tingling in the best possible way, my legs almost give way under me.

He moves away only far enough to jerk his leather jacket off my shoulders, and to take off his shirt. I don’t have enough time to appreciate how dangerously attractive he is, because he crushes against me again, catching my lips in a passionate kiss.

Finally.

Oh my Goddess, how I love being kissed by this man! He is so dominant—I can’t help but just submit my tongue and mouth to him with a muffled moan.

He sticks his hands between us to unzip my pants. I help him slide them down my legs and when they finally land on the floor, he unbuttons his and hoists me up.

I wrap my legs around his hips, and he presses me so hard to the doors I couldn’t slide down even if he wasn’t holding my ass.

He nips at my neck again, and I tilt my head up with overwhelming pleasure and need, that I’m not sure is even all mine. Is it his, too?

“Oh my Goddess, this mate bond…”

He moves his head up so our noses touch.

“Chosen mate bond,” he mocks me.

I chuckle against his lips, while sliding my hands around his neck and up his head. I rake them through the longer hair on the top and then start to mindlessly massage the shaved parts.

“Mmm, I love it when you touch my head,” he admits and kisses me again, a lot sloppier than before, and soon I know why. He’s preoccupied.

Oneof his hands moves from my ass more to the center, and he teases me with his fingers brushing over my soaked panties. “You are so wet, Little Wolf. Is it for me?”

I bite his lip lightly and start kissing him again. Over my dead body, I’ll ever admit that to him. He roughly shoves my underwear to the side, and I gasp when he slams his hard dick up into me while holding me with only one hand.

“I made you cry again,” he comments, with a sexy smirk, on the tears that came to my eyes from the way he is stretching me and hitting against my cervix with every relentless push.

He knows damn well what he’s doing to me, and this arrogance of his is precisely what makes me enjoy his cock even more. My pussy slowly adjusts to it, and I start moaning and panting every time he pushes deeper inside me.

It’s too much, and not enough at the same time.

“More, Cain, I need more,” I moan, “Harder, please…”

The remnants of my subconscious registers knocking on the heavy door Cain is fucking me against.

He groans and slides out of me. He sits me up on his desk that’s on our left, so I’m covered if the door opens.

He opens them without bothering to hide his glistening, hard dick. His black pants sit super low on his hips, and I have a problem with coming down from my high with a view like this.

“Hello, Alpha, I… Um, sorry, I didn’t know, you guys… Is Luna here, or is she in pain somewhere else?” His Beta asks, with suspicion evident in his voice. He lacks sympathy, though.

“Of course, she is here, Cifer—”

“I’m not five anymore, Alpha, and it’s a valid question when you were throwing knives at each other just an hour ago.”

Oh, yeah. That.

“Beta Lucifer,” Cain is not hiding the irritation in his voice, but he is pulling his pants up and covering his hard-on. “What do you need?”

“Um, yes, I came to ask about the swearing-in ceremony.”

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