Page 104 of The Alpha Under My Bed

Raw. Wild. Unrestrained.

Ellie arched beneath me, gasping, whimpering, so fucking lost to her heat it was killing me. She squirmed, shifting against the sheets, chasing friction, chasing me.

And before I could pin her down, before I could spread her open and claim her the way I had always meant to?—

She grabbed my wrist.

I felt it.

The frantic pulse beneath her skin, the sheer desperation bleeding out of her in waves. And then she said it.

“I love you.”

I froze.

The world tilted sideways, the air punched from my lungs—because it wasn’t just the heat making her say it. It was real.

And that?

That was the final fucking nail in the coffin.

A snarl ripped from my throat as I crashed my mouth against hers, swallowing the words, stealing them, taking them so she’d never give them to anyone else.

I was going to fucking ruin her.

My lips crushed against hers—rough, desperate, possessive—like I could carve my name into her with nothing but this kiss. Ellie’s moan was raw, desperate, as her body arched into mine, opening for me like she couldn’t get close enough, her nails digging into my shoulders like she needed me inside her just as badly as I needed to be.

I rolled my hips against her, slow, teasing, dragging the thick, aching length of my cock against her swollen, slick folds. She trembled, her body slick with need, the sheets soaking with the evidence of her desperation. She was begging for me—for this—for us.

“You need me, baby?” I rasped, my voice thick and broken, straining with something primal.

Ellie nodded frantically, her breath ragged, her lips swollen, red from the violent clash of our mouths. “Please,” she whispered, a plea so soft yet desperate, like she was begging for the very thing I was already planning to give her.

I tore my shirt off in one motion, shoving her thighs apart, pinning her against the mattress with all the force of what was coming. Her breath hitched, her eyes wide as she stared up atme, her bond mark pulsating on her throat, her pulse a frantic rhythm beneath my lips.

I pushed her thighs wider, staring at the soaked perfection before me, the heat rising from her in waves.

“Perfect,” I muttered, my voice a low growl, “so fucking perfect.”

Ellie whimpered, her body shifting, desperate for me, aching in a way I couldn’t ignore anymore.

I dipped my head, dragging my tongue along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, my hands gripping her waist, locking her in place.

“You smell like fucking heaven,” I rasped, my voice wrecked with need, the words almost too much to handle.

“Mal—”

I cut her off, not letting her beg, not yet.

I licked into her like I was starving, groaning against her as she arched off the bed, her back bowing beneath me, a shattered moan tearing from her throat as I devoured her.

She was already so close, trembling, falling apart—yet it wasn’t enough.

I needed her to break. Needed to hear her scream my name.

I slid a finger into her, curling it just right, feeling the tight grip of her around me, pulling me deeper, pulling me under, taking me with her into the madness.

“Come for me,” I growled, my voice thick with dominance.

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