Page 37 of Betrayed Alpha Bride

Is she aroused right now? It smells like she is…

But that’s what I want to believe. I want it so much, it can’t possibly be the truth.

“Galen,” she whispers, stopping in front of me. I try to keep it together, but when she puts her hand on my chest, the closeness of her and her soft touch break through all my control.

“Clara,” I murmur, grabbing her shoulders and kissing her. She melts into my chest, her arms going around my waist, running her fingers down my back as she squirms against me.

I push her against the wall, pinning her there as I rub my body against hers. She squirms, gasping into my mouth as my lips find hers again, and I search for her tongue with mine.

Running my hands down her arms, I grip her wrists, gently thrusting into her with my hips. I’m tempted to pin her arms over her head, tear her dress open, and feast on her breasts, but I’m still watchful for any sign that she isn’t into this.

I can’t hurt her again, I can’t. What I did was unforgivable, and I don’t deserve this—

Suddenly, Clara grabs my shoulders and lunges at me, wrapping one leg around my waist as she clings to me and kisses me even more deeply. I slide my hands down and grab her ass, lifting her and slamming her against the wall.

She gasps, moaning into my mouth as she kisses me, her hands roaming over my chest as her hips thrust against mine. I’m so hard that I can feel her rubbing against me, with nothing in the way except a zipper and the thin fabric of her panties.

I squeeze her ass hard, moaning as I thrust towards her again. She tightens her grip on me, an urgent look in her eyes.

I went too far.

“Shh,” she says, putting a finger to her lips. “Don’t wake Nico.”

I smile as I move in slowly for another kiss, gently touching my lips to hers. I tease her, keeping just out of reach so every kiss is light and sweet. It doesn’t take much of this before she wraps her hands around my neck, tightens the grip of her thighs on my waist, and presses her lips hard against mine, flicking her tongue into my mouth.

I hoist her up a bit higher, pulling us away from the wall. She weighs almost nothing in my arms as I let my hands roam up her sides, loving the feel of her legs squeezing around my waist.

Clara leans back, exposing her neck and making me slam her back against the wall. I look down, my mouth watering at the sight of her breasts crushed up against me, almost popping out from the low neckline of her dress. When she writhes and they come even closer to bursting free, I can’t hold back a deep, hungry growl.

Hitching my hands under her arms, I lift her up a little so I can bend my head to her breasts, caressing the exposed tops with my tongue. She moans and digs her heels into my lower back, leaning her head against the wall. I tug at her dress, and I can see the lace edge of her bra peeking out from the neckline.

I slide my tongue across the firm mounds, loving the taste of her sweat as I dip between her breasts. Her hands clasp the back of my head, and she thrusts her chest towards me, gasping as she writhes against the wall.

I wrap my arms around her again, and she slides down a little, her legs settling around my waist. I kiss her lips softly, gently, looking into her eyes. I feel so full of words, but I can’t find my voice. The moment has moved beyond lust, and I feel so close to her right now that I don’t know how to express it.

This. This is what I’ve missed, for so many years, I dreamed of her body, knowing she was the only one who could satisfy me.

But this is deeper. She is touching my soul.

I kiss her again softly, still looking into her eyes. Suddenly, she stiffens all over, her hands gripping my shoulders as she tries to pull away. Panic flashes in her eyes, and she wriggles against the wall, letting go of me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, worried.

She looks like she’s been shot!

“Are you hurt?” I ask, desperate to help her in any way I can.

“I have to—I can’t—I mean—” She backs away, her hands up as she slowly staggers down the hall. “I’m okay. Don’t worry. I just have to—”

Clara shakes her head, then turns and runs, leaving me with only the scent of her on my clothes and the taste of her lingering on my lips.

Chapter 11 - Clara

I turn and bolt down the hall, my mind a chaotic frenzy of panic clashing against lust. I can’t ignore the throbbing between my legs, the heat rushing through my belly, or my hard nipples rubbing almost painfully against my bra.

Get away! Have to get away!

Slamming through the back door, I bolt towards the woods. Even though my breath is tearing from my throat, I put on more speed, hoping the exertion will kill the longing and need pulsing inside me.

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