Page 34 of Cruel Alpha

“I want you. I want you inside. Please.”

“Good girl,” I growled, shoving my sweatpants down just far enough to free my cock, hard and already leaking for her. Alyssa shivered at the praise as I lined the head up with her entrance, and I knew I would remember this image for the rest of my life: Alyssa—head thrown back, mouth open, dark curls spilling down her back—sitting on the counter with her back arched, my cock disappearing into slick pink folds. We moaned in unison as I pushed inside her; she was so wet, so hot, so tight, her pussy quivering and clenching around me like she was trying to pull me in deeper, and I couldn’t help but oblige.

Her arms flew around my neck as I bottomed out, and I buried my face in her neck, drinking in her scent as I pulled out and sank myself into her again. It would be so easy to bite her now; I wanted to feel her every emotion as if it was my own, wanted to feel the bond that tied us together, but I knew she wasn’t ready for that.

That frustrated desire had to go somewhere, though, and it went into the force of my thrusts. Alyssa muffled a scream against my chest as I plunged deep inside her, legs coming up to wrap around my hips, urging me on faster, harder, until she was coming again, her pussy clamping down around my cock, and I felt my own orgasm begin to tingle at the bottom of my spine.

I didn’t want this to be over. I wanted to keep going, wanted to fuck her through the aftershocks and up to a second peak, but she was too perfect, her pussy too soft and silky and hot. She was still twitching and spasming around me when she gasped,

“Pull out.”

I barely heard her. I was so close. Her voice came again, more insistent, and this time, it broke through the haze of my lust:

“Pull out.”

Shit. Shit. With enormous effort, I pulled back, letting my cock slip out of her and wrapping my own hand around it. A few hard, fast strokes later, I was coming over her chest and her belly, painting her skin with my spend.

For several long seconds, the only sound was our heavy breathing. Looking at her sitting on the countertop, utterly debauched, I felt triumphant. My wolf howled with satisfaction: this was my mate.Mine.

Then Alyssa spoke:

“This was a bad idea.”

She may as well have slapped me. Stunned, I watched her hop down from the counter, standing over the kitchen sink to wash off the mess I’d made on her chest. The silence that filled the room, broken only by the sound of running water, echoed in my ears. Had I managed to fuck it up already?

Alyssa pulled her tank back down and picked up her shorts from the floor where I’d dropped them. She winced as she pulled them back up her legs, and I realized abruptly that my own sweatpants were still down around my thighs. I pulled them hastily back up, feeling them stick to my skin, where I was still covered with the remnants of her arousal.

“What’s wrong?” I choked out. “Did I do something? Did I hurt you?” She’d seemed to like it when I went hard, but maybe I didn’t know my own strength. Her voice was flat when she replied,

“I can’t believe you have to ask me that.”

My heart dropped into my stomach, and I felt sick.

“I’m sorry I—I’ll be better. I can keep it under control, I swear, I just wanted you so badly I—”

“No. Not that.” Her cheeks flushed with color as if she was embarrassed to talk about it. “That was—it was fine. It was good. I wanted it. I just… one apology doesn’t just make it all go away. Even before the twins came along, you treated me like shit for years. Then when I finally thought you’d come around, you just—you fucked me, and then you acted like it never happened. It broke my heart before I ever realized I was pregnant.”

My heart was breaking right back at the sight of my mate wrapping her arms around her middle, holding herself together.

“You’re right,” I said, because she was. This clearly was not the answer she was expecting because her brow furrowed—even her frown was beautiful—and she said,

“What?”

“I was—I was awful, and there’s no excuse, but will you at least let me explain?” It might not absolve me, but she deserved the truth either way. “I need you to know what I was thinking back then.”

Despite the hurt still glazing her eyes, Alyssa did her best to pull herself up, her voice trembling only slightly as she said,

“You were thinking that I wasn’t good enough for you. You were thinking that the Alpha Heir deserved better than some chunky half-breed with a weak wolf. You were thinking that one night of being overcome by the bond wasn’t enough to convince you I was worthy of basic human decency.” Every word was like a cut, all of them of my own making.

“No,” I said. “That’s not what I was thinking.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Alyssa jerked her chin towards the couch. I sat, my leg bouncing with nerves as she curled up in the easy chair opposite me.

“Go on, then.”

Her shield had gone back up, and I hated that she felt she had to be that way around me. I had to do this right. It wasn’t in my nature to be… open about my feelings, but I had to be if I was going to stand half a chance of getting her back.

“You know the kind of Alpha my father was,” I started. “For as long as I can remember, he impressed on me that the Pack was more important than anything else, including my own happiness. I knew exactly the kind of mate he expected for me, and I also knew that what he expected was the only acceptable version of reality. When I realized it was you, I didn’t know what to do. I knew he’d be furious, but he was also the only person I could trust, the only one who would know what to do. It was stupid, but I was only sixteen, and I’d never imagined that—”

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