Page 159 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“Can I take you?”

“Do you have to ask?” My voice is drowned in sarcasm but deep down, I fucking love the confident and unconcerned way he opened the condom first.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smirks. “Keep your arms up.”

I feel like he’s checking if I’m really as submissive to him as I say I am. Maybe this whole thing is just to test me. Well, it’s not the worst way to be tested, so I don’t care.

I’m admiring his cock while he’s putting the latex on painfully slowly. I look up at his eyes, and sure he is observing me with amusement, waiting for me to break. He presses his body against mine again, but doesn’t kiss me this time. He just looks at me with all of this sexy confidence and possessive lust, and a little bit of arrogance. He slips his hand between us to the slit of my gown to move it aside, then wants to do it again with my panties, only to discover with a content growl—I don’t have any. He lifts me by my ass, roughly pushing me up the doors, so I wrap my legs around his hips.

I close my eyes when he shoves his dick up into me with a quick deep thrust, almost splitting me open. That’s how big his girth feels when I’m not properly prepared for it. And let’s be honest, I spent most of the day mad at him, or unconscious, not thinking about sex. But I crave that intimacy now, and there is something exciting in the way he just took me where and when he wanted.

I bite on my lip to not moan out loud, knowing there are a lot of werewolves on the other side of these doors I’m painfully pinned to, and probably a few servants somewhere around on this side.

Cain continues to pound into me with a need and desperation, and it’s so delectable I don’t want it to ever end.

But I know it has to.

And it does, way too quickly. He just jerks inside me, and I look at him with arched brows. It’s not like him. Okay, we’ve only had sex a few times, so it’s too early to use the word always, but every time so far, he did make sure I came apart under his deliberate touch before him…

Wait a minute, he did it on purpose!

“Orgasm denial? Seriously?” I ask him with a laugh, while he helps me stand on the floor again and throws the condom out.

He looks at me with narrowed eyes, as if that isn’t the reaction he expected. Did he really think no orgasm would be a punishment for me? It’s a blessing! The sex was fun and quick, and a little bit dirty and still pleasurable, but at least I have a clear mind without any judgment-clouding post-bliss haze.

“You can try it next time on someone who is not into assholes,” I gesture at him with the last word.

I’ve never seen anyone move so fast as him coming to grab my neck right now, with a surprisingly gentle squeeze, but so much wrath in his navy-blue eyes that I’m actually scared.

“You will never disrespect me publicly again.” He slaps my ass with great force, and I can’t help but laugh bitterly at him again.

Because as much as it stings, I like being spanked by him, so loss on him. Again.

He looks at me sternly.

“Yes, Alpha,” I say finally with a smirk, and turn around to the doors, wanting to go back inside.

“Gamma says they could hear the doors banging inside, while I was slamming my cock inside your tight pussy.”

That stops me in my tracks, and I take my hand off the doorknob.

Is he messing with me? Or did his Lycan ass really have time to mind-link Atlas at a moment like this?

He steps to my back, and I feel his breath on my neck and cheek before he brushes his lips on my ear and whispers, “My father will be coming shortly for the swearing-in of your friend, so I won’t mind if you just spent the rest of the night in our bed touching yourself—while thinking about my cock thrusting into your pretty mouth when I get back.”

Hestraightens up and presses his loin to my butt instead. Is it possible he’s hard again, or did he not go soft yet?

I stand frozen, genuinely not knowing what to do.

The doors open, and I have to take an abrupt step back—bumping into Cain while Atlas falls out of the ballroom, kissing Claudia’s neck feverishly.

“Oh, Alpha, I’m sorry. I thought you were in the office punishing Luna for getting too familiar with the new guy,” he stops and stands straight, but does not let go of Claudia, who is smiling at me with embarrassment.

They genuinely look shocked they bumped into us, so no one heard us after all.

“Oh, he punished me already,” I say, planning to go back inside. King or no King.

Claudia stops me at the last moment by catching my arm, but looks at my husband instead, “Alpha?”

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