Page 70 of Betrayed Alpha Bride

“Clara,” Galen gasps, pulling back. “I don’t want you to make a mistake. I understand how you feel, and I only want you to do this if it’s whatyoureally want.”

“Galen,” I whisper, kissing him softly. “I want you. I always have, and I always will. Am I sure about what will come of this? No, I have no idea. The only thing I know right now is that I want you, and I want this.”

I reach down and stroke the hard mound of him beneath his trousers, and he makes a strangled sound, like a man drowning. I press my lips to his and kiss him hard, as if my breath can bring him back to life.

Galen groans as he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me against his body and reaching down to grab my ass. I moan into his mouth, writhing against him and urging him on.

I run my fingers down his chest, undoing the buttons and stroking his firm muscles and soft skin around the silken fabric of the shirt. The mixture of sensations causes a warm rush through me, and a deep ache starts to throb between my legs.

When I look up at Galen, his eyes catch the morning sun and shimmer in a pure, deep, emerald green. The look of wonder on his face is ravenous hunger, combined with dumbstruck awe.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “I missed you so much.”

Tears burn my eyes as I nod, feeling all those nights of tender intimacy flooding back to me. So many moments in his arms, looking into his eyes and feeling the warmth of his kiss.

“I missed you, too,” I murmur, stretching up to kiss him. His tongue searches for mine. His lips are so hot and eager, I feel like he is trying to eat me alive.

He was always very good at that.

Galen strokes my shoulders, teasing at the edges of the dress. I reach up and grab the velvet collar, rolling the dress down to my waist while Galen watches with wide eyes.

The lust on his face gives me confidence, and when I lie back to take off the bra, I do it slowly, unhooking it, then teasing the straps down my shoulders and stroking my breasts with my fingers as I lift off the cups.

Galen falls on me, pinning me by the waist as his mouth goes straight to my nipples. He grips my breasts in his big hands, squeezing them and rubbing the nipples with his thumbs as his tongue and lips make wet trails across them.

I wrap my hands around his head and push my chest towards him, making him moan as he reaches around to squeeze my ass. I writhe under him, the throbbing between my legs becoming a burning, fiery ache.

A sharp growl rips from Galen’s mouth as he dives down, shoving the skirt up my thighs. I open my legs, gasping with need and encouraging him. I feel his fingers rub me gently through my panties before he pulls them off, and then I feel his tongue on my clit.

I throw my head back, thrusting my hips at him. Galen moans, grabbing my ass and lapping at my pussy, from my clit all the way down to my throbbing slit. I’m so wet I can feel it running through my hot crevices, swiftly followed by Galen’s eager tongue as he licks up all my juice.

Galen wraps one arm firmly around me, hooking the other under one knee as he holds my legs open. He uses the tip of his tongue to tease my clit, then drags his tongue down in feather-light touches, until he finally reaches my pussy and dives in with his mouth open, devouring me.

A wailing cry tries to escape from my mouth, but I hold it in, not wanting to wake Nico. I have to cover my face with my hands and shake my head back and forth to stop my cries of pleasure as a massive orgasm crests through me, leaving tingling lines of goosebumps all over my body.

When I finally get my breath back, I look up. Galen is kneeling between my legs, his muscular chest and stomach framed by the edges of the white silk shirt. He reaches down and opens his pants, and when his huge, hard cock comes into view, all thought is wiped from my mind.

A creature of pure hunger and need, I lunge forward, barely aware of my own actions. I wrap my hands around his cock and tease him with my hands, stroking him and squeezing, alternating with long, slow strokes. Galen shudders above me, holding in his cries and getting harder by the second as I tease his cock.

When he groans and almost falls against me, I look up to see his face twisted with desperate desire. His green eyes are shimmering, and his mouth is a thin, red line as he tries to draw a decent breath.

“Please, Clara,” he begs. “I can’t take much more.”

I smile up at him, still stroking his cock with one hand as I run my fingers across his chest. I sit up a bit higher, grabbing his shoulder as I come up for a kiss.

He bends down, and our lips touch, hot, wet, and slick. I feel his tongue, and I reach out with my own, desperate to feel him. The ache between my legs throbs with fierce intensity, and I throw myself back on the bed.

“Fuck me, Galen!” I pant. “Fuck me right now!”

He falls forward, catching himself on his hands and reaching down to grab his cock. He teases the lips of my pussy by stroking the hard, hot head against the slick, throbbing lips, making me squirm and gasp.

I’m shivering and murmuring nonsense by the time he puts his cock against the opening of my pussy, pressing forward with his hips. Even though I go wild, thrashing and thrusting and trying to slam him inside me, Galen holds back, penetrating me slowly, inch by delicious inch.

When he slides all the way home, he wraps his arms around me, crushing me to his chest. I wrap my arms and legs around him, gasping with pleasure as our bodies lock together.

Galen turns his head, grazing my ear with his lips, and I feel his breath across my cheek.

“I love you, Clara,” he whispers. “I always have, and I always will.”

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