Page 17 of Rejected By The Alpha Heir

“Tell me no,” he whispers, his lips hovering just out of reach of mine. “If you don’t want this, tell me no right now.”

I can’t.I won’t.My entire body feels primed for this moment. Instead, I reach up to rest my hand on his broad, muscular chest and close the distance between us.

The first touch of his lips on mine sends a shockwave through me. That surge of electricity melts away any doubts and fears that I had about our Goddess-given chemistry.

The kiss is hesitant at first, as if we both can’t quite believe this is happening, but Austin soon deepens it, pulling me closer to him.My heart races as his hand slides from my cheek to cradle the back of my head, pulling me closer.

His lips are soft, and I respond eagerly, opening for him as his tongue tangles with mine. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me when he nibbles on my lip. My wolf wants to howl for joy, begging me to rake my nails down his chest and submit my neck for his claiming bite.

I try to ignore my wolf, focusing instead on the fact that Austin’s hands areeverywhere,even sliding up my shirt and unhooking my bra. His fingers brush across my nipples, making me shiver in awareness. When he cups my breasts, squeezing them gently, I whimper into his kiss. He’s never touched me like this before. No one has. I love it and I want him to keep going. I bite my lip and arch into his touch, making him hiss.

“Fuck,” he whispers, pulling back to look at me. “Feel what you do to me, Yelena,” he growls, pulling my hand to his lap and pressing it against the evidence of his arousal.

I bite my lip and flex my hand, palming him through his pants. He feels hot and hard. I stroke him lightly, and it makes him hiss. A small smile dances over my lips. I want to explore him the same way he’s exploring me.

He wants me as much as I want him!

He leans in again, stealing my lips in another savage kiss before he pulls away and stands. I whimper, suddenly lost without him.

“Stand,” he orders gruffly. I scramble to obey and step out from behind the piano bench. I can feel my cheeks flush as he looks me over. Even though I’ve known Austin most of my life, I suddenly feel shy under his heat-filled gaze.

As soon as I’m free, he stalks toward me and picks me up, swinging me into his arms. I squeal in surprise when he tosses me over his shoulder like a caveman. Nervous butterflies take over in my stomach.This is actually happening!

Austin carries me through the house like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, but I couldn’t be happier. I want to kick my feet and laugh, the happiness and desire flowing through me is almost enough to make me lightheaded.

He doesn’t stop until he reaches his bedroom, kicking open his door and marching us inside. He tosses me onto the bed with a grin, making me bounce on the mattress.

I giggle. I can’t believe it. This feels surreal. Austin bringing me back here to his room is…unexpected.

But the ache between my legs is pulsating. I need him. I needthis.Whatever has gotten into him this evening, I’m happy about it.

He pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion before stepping out of his shorts. As shifters, nudity is a daily part of our life. I’ve seen Austin shift dozens of times, but the sight of his naked body standing at the end of the bed takes my breath away. He is beautiful and rugged andmine.

My hands ache to touch him. He prowls closer and I squirm on the bed.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he says, his voice raspy. I watch as he climbs up on the bed with me. He carefully helps me undress, pulling my shirt up and over my head and easing me out of my pants and underwear. Gently, he pushes me onto my back.

I can’t stop the blush that stains my cheeks as he studies my exposed body. No man has ever looked at me like this before. Feeling bold, I open my legs slightly and am rewarded by his sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says, leaning down to nuzzle my collarbone. With each little kiss, I writhe with pleasure at his touch and whimper when his lips trail lower. When his mouth closes around one of my nipples, I almost arch off the bed with a gasp.

He sucks gently and I moan. This all feels like a dream. Every nerve ending in my body feels alive as he worships me with his mouth and hands. Since I’ve grown up knowing that Austin is my Fated Mate, I’ve never had a reason to explore my sexuality with anyone other than myself. He’s the only one that I’ve ever wanted or will ever want.

Each caress of his hands or lips on my body is a first for me and each one makes me want more. It’s like he’s awakened a part of me that I’ve been forced to keep dormant, and now I feel out of control. All I want is for him to touch me.

After what feels like an eternity, he reaches between my legs, sliding his fingers through my damp core. My hips buck forward involuntarily when his fingers brush against my clit.

“You’re so wet,” he growls, slipping one finger inside me and then a second. “Your tight little pussy is desperate for me, isn’t it?”

His fingers are rough, and his dirty words make me blush but, as he strokes me my pleasure grows.

“Please,” I gasp when he increases the tempo and slides a third finger inside me, stretching me.

“You’re going to take everything I give you and more, Yelena,” he promises as I buck and moan around his hand. “This pretty pink pussy is all mine.”

I can’t speak. All I can do is stare at him and whimper as he drives me higher and higher toward my pleasure. I want to tell him that all of me belongs to him. It always has and it always will. But the words are stuck in my throat. All I can manage is a moan.

When I start to shake, he looks down at me with a triumphant smile. “You’re going to come all over my hand, aren’t you, beautiful?” he whispers.

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