Page 38 of Rogue Alpha Prince

So, I put my hand between my thighs, just putting some pressure—more for show than my pleasure; and I moan again, but this time his name, “Cain…”

He can’t take my provocation anymore and yanks me out of the bathtub. I land on all fours with slight satisfaction, my back to him, wet in more ways than one—he grabs my hips and thrusts his dick into me with primal force.

I scream in pain and a hint of unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure.

He stills, completely, and I feel so fucking full that tears are coming from my eyes.

“Fuck, I forgot you are a virgin,” he says and slides out, leaving me empty and needy. “I’m sorry.”

He can apologize? That’s new.

“I’m not, you are just fucking huge,” another of my lies covered in a blanket of truth.

At least, I think it is the truth. I don’t have a comparison. As a werewolf in the military camp, I saw my fair share of dicks, but they usually weren’t erect.

I sit, turning to him, and chuckle. “Well, that was easy.”

He looks at me with an arched brow. He is sitting on his heels, knees apart, shirtless, pants lowered, glistening cock out, black hair disheveled, and navy-blue eyes piercing like always. He’s hot. So hot.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks.

“You lost your game,” I say pointedly. “I didn’t beg.”

“I’m surprised you treat losing your virginity so lightly,” he says with a smirk and pulls his pants up, covering his still-hard dick.

“I don’t get why you are so obsessed with the concept of virginity, which is only a social construct by the way. I don’t know why you insist on knowing if I have ever had sex before.”

“So, you are okay with losing your virginity like that?” I can see Rogue Prince is not one to back off.

“I never had anything to lose. Sexual experience is to gain, not lose, also… Are you calling that one move, sex? I didn’t gain a lot of experience from that extra short thrust, except having to heal my cervix, did I? Respectfully, Alpha, but it didn’t count.”

“So, you admit I didn’t lose the game after all?”

Fuck.

“And you have something to lose,” he adds, looking at me with confidence that only the win can give. “Health, for example.”

“Orgainthe disease,” I say playfully. That makes him laugh and shake his head in disbelief.

I look at him, all normal and sexy, and can’t help but recall our first encounter. He stood there looking so imposing and scary. Hell, he even put a sword to my neck or chin. He was threatening me and asking if I was a virgin like it was theworst thing in the world. Why is he suddenly dead set on being certain I am one? Doesn’t he mind anymore?

“Well, good for you, I’m not. Shouldn’t you appreciate virgins more, as someone living in such a medieval way?” I ask instead, still deep into my lie.

At this point, I will die lying about it.

He looks at me weirdly and then closes his eyes like he wants to steady his emotions first.

That’s a first.

Then he opens them and pulls me to him by wrapping his arm around my thin waist. I hiss when he squeezes me too much, with my ribs still hurt after the fight. He ignores that, of course.

I steady my hands on his broad chest, kneeling between his thighs—ready for anything. Fury, kiss, threats, sex, anything but the thing he says next.

“I get it. You are a modern woman who doesn’t want to be held by some old social construct. It’s smart. But please, stop lying to me about having sex before,” he looks at me, our faces just inches apart.

I should have made him sleep with me the first night; he wouldn’t have been able to tell if I knew what I was doing. Then he would never have had the occasion for this stupid discussion.

“It doesn’t matter if I’ve had sex before. That’s the point,” I start to be annoyed.

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