Page 39 of Betrayed Alpha Bride

As he sinks lower, he coils his arms around my thighs and tugs me closer, pinning me to him. His tongue delves deeper inside me, and the throbbing inside me intensifies, exploding into an orgasm so powerful that my vision wavers, and I hear my own screams ringing through the forest.

“Yes,” Galen mutters. “Oh my fucking God, yes. Come for me, beautiful woman.”

I bury my hands in his hair, tugging on it and writhing against his mouth as his arms grip my thighs even more tightly. He laps against me as my pussy pulses with juice, and his eagerness makes me come even harder. When the spasms die down, I shiver under him, still feeling heat throbbing inside me.

Galen teases gently with his tongue, flicking the tip lightly along my outer lips until he gets to my clit. I feel his hands move around to squeeze my ass, and I writhe under him again, my body singing with anticipation. He uses feather-light touches of his lips to kiss my clit, making me moan and tremble.

With a groan of excitement, Galen leans forward and opens his mouth around my clit, sucking on it and lashing it with his tongue. I have to put my hands over my face as I scream and writhe, the pleasure raging through me too much to bear. The inner throbbing reaches an impossible point of pressure and seems to stay there, hovering at the edge of climax while Galen sucks and licks my clit.

When I feel his fingers teasing my pussy, my body shudders against the ground, my senses completely overwhelmed. Galen gently fingers me, sucking on my clit at the same time, and the orgasm that crashes through me completely obliterates me, leaving me panting and shivering on the forest floor.

As I’m trying to remember who I am, Galen slowly moves from between my thighs, tasting my skin a little as he moves back up to my face. He kisses me gently, and I kiss him back, tasting the sweetness of my pleasure all over his mouth.

His eyes are so dark, they look black, with not even a shred of light to show me the green that lurks deep within. He smiles, and I feel like I should say something, but there are no words in me, only years’ worth of need that I have denied with all my strength.

“Clara,” he murmurs, stroking my hair. His eyes are wide with wonder as he looks at me, and his reverence makes my arousal peak again.

I grab his hips and tug on his waistband. He grins and gets up on his knees again, running his hands down his chiseled belly before slowly undoing the button.

My eyes are fixed on his hands as he slowly undoes the zipper, peeling the jeans from his hips. When his cock bursts free, I cry out with excitement, reaching for him and writhing on the ground.

Galen falls on top of me, kissing me and grinding with his hips. I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight, digging my nails as I thrust towards him. He reaches down and grabs my hips, pinning me as I open my thighs. For a moment, I feel his hot, hard cock pressed up against the throbbing lips of my pussy, then, with one hard thrust, he slides all the way in to the hilt.

Galen freezes, his cheek against mine, and his arms locked around me. I wrap my legs around him and writhe back and forth, pleasuring myself on the hard length of him. A shudder ripples through his body, and he gasps as if he’s been wounded, but I don’t stop—I can’t.

Lacing my hands together behind his back, I thrust upward with my hips, feeling him moving against my deepest muscles. My pussy clenches around his hard cock, sending shudders through me as another orgasm explodes inside.

Clinging to Galen, I whimper softly, all my energy spent. My pussy still throbs with need, I’m exhausted now, with nothing left to give. Galen cradles me gently in his arms, kissing my cheek softly, then my neck. He begins to move with slow, long strokes, pleasuring every inch of my pussy with his hard cock.

He keeps his slow pace, and I feel his entire body beginning to shudder with tension. His cock thickens inside me, stretching me, and I cling desperately to him as his pace increases. Soon, he’s slamming me against the ground, every thrust forceful, fast, and rough.

My hands loosen on his shoulders, and my knees go weak, leaving me limp and helpless under him. A frenzy takes him over towards the end as he braces his hands against the ground and completely lets himself go, thrusting wildly until I feel his cock fill me completely before he shudders and blows deep inside me.

Galen collapses on top of me, gasping for air. I hold on to him, pressing my cheek against his, praying that my doubts will stay away so I can enjoy this moment.

If only this could be forever. Just this moment of us together, as one.

For now, this is all there is, and I give myself up to the magic of our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.

Chapter 12 - Galen

It’s been days since we made love, and she has barely even looked at me.

It’s the only thought in my mind as I watch Clara move around the kitchen, chatting happily with Nico as she makes breakfast. He’s in a good routine now at school and seems excited to get to class.

Nico looks up and smiles at me. His face is so open and trusting, it feels like it could tug my heart right out of my chest.

I don’t know how I lived without him all these years. It’s like I found a piece of myself I never knew was missing.

Clara leans over to talk to Nico again, and her long, dark brown hair falls over her shoulder and catches in the light. I’m mesmerized by her. Since that night in the woods, my infatuation has only gotten worse.

I thought finally quenching my thirst between her thighs would give me some relief, but I’m more frustrated now than I was before.

That night, we walked slowly back through the forest until she began to stumble with fatigue, and I scooped her into my arms. When we came inside, Clara managed to have enough energy to check on Nico to make sure he was still sleeping soundly, then we went to the bathroom to shower together.

It was almost more exciting than the sex—rubbing her gently all over under the running water, her body slippery with vanilla-scented soap. I caressed all her bruises and small grazes, whispering to her that she was the most beautiful creature in the world and I’d never hurt her again.

Unless she begs me to.

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