Page 69 of The Alpha Under My Bed

Positioning myself behind her, I nudged the head of my cock against her entrance. She was so fucking tight, her walls clenching around me as I pushed inside. Her gasp of pleasurewas music to my ears—a symphony of surrender that drove me wild.

I wasn’t gentle.

I never planned to be.

“God, baby,” I gritted out, my grip bruising on her hips as I held her still, thrusting into her again—harder, deeper.

She cried out, her arms collapsing, sending her face-first into the sheets.

“Too much?” I teased, rolling my hips, dragging my cock against the spot that made her legs jerk.

She shook her head frantically, her fingers clawing at the blankets, trying to anchor herself against the intensity.

I chuckled, the sound low, dark, full of satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

I fucked her hard, each thrust forcing a cry from her lips. Her body moved with me, her ass slapping against my thighs with each powerful drive.

“That’s it,” I murmured, pressing a hand to the center of her back, forcing her down.

Her ass lifted, giving me even better access, letting me drive into her deeper, harder. She wailed, back arching, body convulsing. Her thighs clenched, fighting for control, but it was pointless.

I was taking her apart.

Breaking her.

And she was loving it.

She shuddered, the pleasure too much—too sharp, too overwhelming.

I reached down, my fingers finding the fresh mark on her neck, pressing into it.

The bond lit up, the connection flaring between us, an unbreakable thread wrapping around her soul.

She screamed.

I licked my lips, lifting my mask just enough to expose my mouth—to give her something new to focus on.

Before she could catch her breath, before she could think, I leaned in and bit down. The reaction was instant. She clenched around me, trying to suck the life out of my cock with that perfect pussy. I could feel my knot beginning to swell, the anticipation making my balls tighten.

“Mine,” I growled, the word guttural, animalistic.

She whimpered in response, her body shaking, her inner walls fluttering around my length. I was close—so fucking close. With a final, brutal thrust, I came, my knot locking us together as I filled her with my cum. The sensation was intense, pleasure so fierce it burned, bordering on pain.

We were locked together, our bodies joined in the most primal way possible. I could feel my seed spilling out of her, marking her, claiming her as mine. God, I hope this is what gets her pregnant.

I felt it the second my knot began to soften, the tight grip of her pussy easing, the tremors of her orgasm still making her walls flutter weakly around me.

She was wrecked.

Soft. Warm. Spent.

I could’ve stayed buried inside her forever, could’ve filled her until she was swollen with me, marked in every fucking way.

But I wasn’t done with her yet.

Not even close.

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