Page 22 of Alpha's Hated Mate

He watches me, his eyes tracking my every movement. Suddenly, it feels like his hands are on me, slowly running over my skin. He smiles and closes the book in front of him.

“Are you sure about that? Maybe you need an Alpha to properly punish you.”

That makes me laugh out loud and flash a sly grin. “Andyouthink you’re the one who can . . . properly punish me?”

He shakes his head. “You’re doing it again. Tempting me. Didn’t we learn our lesson last time?”

I stop and lean over the desk, giving him a glimpse of my cleavage. “And what lesson was that? That you easily cave under the pressure of my feminine wiles?”

“Pretty sure you were the one who came first.” He smirks.

I’ll give him that. “I guess you have been the only wolf who can tame me.”

He chuckles. “If I truly had that power, you’d have stopped dragging your feet when I asked you to.”

That makes me laugh, so I back off. “Don’t tease me if you aren’t ready to face the consequences.”

He rubs the space between his eyes again and says, “We’re in a library, Saffron. Even if I wanted to—”

“You’ve never done it in public?Ever?It’s not hard to do . . . especially at this hour. No one’s in here but us.”

And we’re staring at one another again. Oh, that rebel inside me wants to break whatever decorum he’s trying to hang onto. Poor little stuffy wolf . . .

I walk around the table to him, and I grab the arm of the chair and whirl him around to face me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he says as I kneel down before him.

“Shh,” I say as I run my fingers up the line of his zipper. “This is a library, Aydan. You have to keep it down.”

He’s watching me as I unbuckle his pants, the light of excitement on his face. As I pull out his cock, he’s immediately rock hard. I stroke it slowly, watching his face change as I tease him.

“How long have you been holding back?” I whisper. “Poor thing.”

I run my tongue down the length of his shaft and around the head, flicking him with gentle motions. His breath starts to quicken above me, and as I take him fully in my mouth, a soft, wanting sound escapes him.

“Oh . . . fuck,” he whispers as I suck in long, slow motions. His hand grips the back of my head, encouraging me to slide him further down my throat. I comply, taking every inch of him as far down as I can until my lips are wrapped around his base.

“Slow down,” he commands softly. “That’s it.”

I suck him off slowly with nothing but the sounds of his breath and soft moans to guide me. As I start to move my hands under his shirt and over the hills of his abs, his hips move with me, pushing himself even farther.

I’m doing my best not to choke. He ismassive. I speed up my pace, and he matches me, thrusting as he holds my head in place.

And then he slows down, sucking air between his teeth. I try to continue, but he pushes me away. “Take off your panties,” he says.

I stand up and reach under my skirt, slipping off my underwear and dropping them on the table. He throws me a mischievous smile. “Anyone could walk in and see that.”

“Let them,” I say.

He stands up and lifts my chin with his fingers, meeting my lips with gentle kisses. “You’re a naughty thing,” he says. “Bend over the table.”

I do, and his hands are on my bare ass, squeezing them as he moves behind me. A moment later, the head of his cock grazes slowly up and down between my folds. I bite my lip as he teases me gently.

“Now it’s your turn to keep it down,” he whispers as he takes hold of my hips. He enters me, and the sweet and glorious pleasure/pain sensation of him fills my body. Is it possible for it to feel even better than the first time? I bury my face in my arm and bite down, stifling an involuntary moan. He goes slow at first, taking his time with every stroke. My toes curl in my shoes as he pushes deeper . . . and deeper . . .

His pace quickens, and he takes one of my legs and hoists it up on the table. “You are soaking wet,” he whispers. “I could fuck you all night.”

I squeeze myself around his cock, and he gasps, clawing at my hips. A low growl comes out of him, and I know I just pushed his limits. He leans into me, and his hands move up my blouse and over my bra, squeezing my breasts.

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