Page 61 of Brutal Alpha Bully
The second my first knot has fully emptied inside her, I grab Seraphina and pull her to the end of the bed, turning her and bending her over the side of it.
Since that first night—and for years, really—I’ve been fantasizing about getting her like this. The wolf inside me wants this, craves this, and for good reason.
I line my hips up with hers, growling at the way she lifts her ass up, pushing against me, asking for my cock. When I lean down over her, I press my cock between her folds, making sure it rubs against her swollen clit so I hear her moan.
Gathering her hair in my hand, I pull it to the side as the scent of her overtakes me, making my head thick with lust, a driving, animalistic force that threatens to take over if I don’t keep it at bay.
“Seraphina,” I whisper as I slide my cock against her, but not inside her.
“Yes,” she breathes, turning her head, and I can’t resist the urge to take her lips with mine. So I do, kissing her deeply, delving into her mouth with my tongue as I thrust against her pussy, feeling her get more and more wet around me.
There’s something about this woman that makes me wild. That makes me feel like I can let go.
“I’m going to mark you now,” I whisper, and the gasp she lets out is almost enough to make me come right then and there, which would be a massive waste. I don’t want to come on the bed. I want to come inside her, feel myself release in her pussy.
Normally, I would slide into her slowly, but I know that she’s already warm and pliant from taking my cock the firsttime. So I gather her hair in my hand, pull her head back, and slide into her all at once, her body rocking forward and her ass slapping against my hips with the movement.
It’s incredibly fucking hot, and I take a moment to gather myself, to keep from losing myself to the wolf and driving her into the bed with abandon.
When I take too long, Seraphina moves against me, rocking her hips, pulling my cock out of herself, and sliding back onto it. Watching her fuck herself on me takes my breath away, and I keep her hair loose in my hand, watching her ass and hips move, taking me again and again until I can’t stand it anymore.
“Alright,” I growl, placing a hand on her lower back and pinning her to the bed. “That’s enough.”
When I drive into her, she lets out a mewl so loud, I reach forward and slide my hand over her mouth. She bites gently into my hand as I fuck her, her knees widening against the bed, opening up for me and tipping her hips for better access.
With my other hand, I reach around her, finding her clit and applying pressure, watching her body shake with pleasure.
I could do this every day for the rest of my life. Maybe that’s what the mating bond is—chemistry so good, and so real, that you would never yearn for another person. Everything about Seraphina is made for me, from the way her hair slides through my fingers, to how her pussy stretches and tightens around me, driving me fucking crazy.
And this time, when I get close to coming, I fold myself over her, my stomach against her back, our hips lined up, my cock as deep inside her as it will go, and I bury my teeth in the side of her neck, my hand falling away from her mouth as she cries out into a pillow.
Mating marks should be painful, but they’re not. Instead, they only deliver pleasure, and I feel that in the way her body trembles around me, in the way she clenches around my cock, coming so fast and so hard that she has to hold on to my arm for support.
It sends me over the edge, too, my knot forming larger than I’ve ever felt before—maybe the result of the marking hormones inside me, the knowledge that I have just claimed my mate.
When it’s over and my knot is still slowly draining into her, I pull our bodies up onto the bed, covering her with a blanket and nuzzling into her, loving the way I can already sense her scent changing, accommodating me, showing how she belongs to me, and only me.
“Xeran?” she murmurs sleepily. I trace a path over her shoulder, loving the curve of it.
“Yes?”
“I want to do you.”
“Do me?”
“The mark,” she says, and I see in the droop of her shoulders that she’s drifting off to sleep. It’s not always required for the omega to bite the alpha back, but I want her to.
“Next time,” I murmur, running my lips over her neck, watching as she shivers in response.
“Promise?” she asks, barely getting the word out.
I kiss her on the temple, brushing the hair away from her face. “Promise.”
***
The next morning, I find the bed empty when I wake up.
Phina is in the kitchen cooking eggs when I come up behind her, pulling her hair to the side and kissing the mark on her neck.
