Page 71 of The Alpha's Bullied Rejected Mate
“Shit…” He grunted, and inch by inch, her slick heat swallowed him. “Fuck…” He grunted again as he bottomed out.
“Oh, God…” Athena moaned as his thick cock stretched her. He was so big..
“Shit, you feel so good,” Marcus groaned against her ear as he began to rock into her. In and out, he pushed and pulled, his hands squeezing her breasts harder and harder until she was moaning in painful pleasure and her pussy was gripping him tighter and harder.
“Yes!” Athena screamed, her back arching and her pussy clamping down on him.
“I see you like it rough, don’t you?” he growled, his teeth sinking into her neck before he sucked hard enough to leave a hickey. Athena pressed her face into his neck and rocked her hips, rolling them in circular motion. Her clit ground against his pelvis, sending shudders down her back. Marcus’s hands were all over her, and each time she ground against him, a moan slipped through her lips. He felt so good inside her. So addictive. So right.
She had dreamt of this too many times to count years back—his body on hers, around hers, inside hers. And even after that night, she still wasn’t prepared for it again. The weight of him. The rhythm he built with his hips. The way his hand slid under her thigh to pull her closer, as if even skin-to-skin wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t sweet.
It was claiming. Like as if he was mapping every inch of her body, and she loved it.
His hands locked on her hips, gripping them as he started to grind her harder and faster against him. His mouth sucked on her throat, his teeth nipped her neck. His palm slapped her ass. She was reaching for brand new heights.
“I want to hear your screams.” Marcus's voice was hoarse, and he sounded on the brink of losing control. For me.
“Fuck, so good,” Athena panted. “God, please. Don’t stop.” She kept grinding against him. Hard and fast. Deep, then shallow. And then his hips thrust up, hard and deep inside her in one forceful move. So she rode him harder, his eyes trailing over her. Her neck. Her full, bouncing breasts. And ending where their bodies were connected. Her arousal dripped downher thighs. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and her whimpering moans filled the air.
Athena’s hand reached for her clit, but Marcus smacked it away. Instead, his hands grabbed her hips and bounced her on his erection like his life depended on it. Up and down. Hard and Deep, his pelvis grinding against her clit. His length hit the spot deep inside her just right.
He was consuming her. Filling her.
His name broke from her lips, again and again, as she felt the magic inside her respond. White sparks crackled at her fingertips, her back arched again, and when she came, she saw stars. Literally. Her magic burst in little flares of white-hot light around them, dancing along her skin like electricity. “Oh, God,” She whimpered as Marcus fucked her through her orgasm.
“Athena,” he growled her name into her neck as he chased his own release. When it hit him, he cursed, burying his face against her neck like he needed to anchor himself in her just to survive it.
And for a moment, Athena believed that maybe he did.
They lay there for a while after Marcus had pulled out, their limbs tangled, skin slick with sweat. Her head rested against his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. His fingers absentmindedly traced circles along her spine, like he didn’t want to stop touching her.
Neither of them spoke.
Athena tried to quiet her racing heart, but she couldn’t. Not because of what they’d just done. But because of what it meant. Or what it could mean.
She turned her face slightly, brushing her cheek over his collarbone. The mark she’d always felt inside her—that strange,aching pull toward him that never fully went away—felt louder now. Brighter. Like a chord had finally snapped into tune.
She didn’t need a ritual. She didn’t need a prophecy to tell it to her.
He was her mate.
She felt it deep in her bones, in her magic. But she didn’t say it out loud.
Not again.
Last time, she had almost said those words, he had shattered her and left her to carry the weight of that revelation alone.
She blinked hard and swallowed the lump forming in her throat.
To him, maybe it was just sex. A way to blow off steam. A guilty way to show remorse for six years of abandonment. Maybe he didn’t even know what he was to her.
She curled her fingers slightly against his chest. His heartbeat was strong. Steady. She had once believed in it, foolishly, like it could be hers.
And then there was Riley.
He had been trying lately—showing up, showing care. Stepping in like he wanted to be something. Someone. She had seen it. Felt it.
