Page 94 of The Alpha's Bullied Rejected Mate
He pulled back from their kiss as he whispered against her face,
“Now, I’m going to need you to be as quiet as you can be, love.”
They clawed at each other’s clothes as they wrapped themselves in the heat of their bodies. Marcus lifted Athena’s gown, baring her waist completely. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Wow. What a pleasant surprise,” Marcus said with a smirk.
A flush crept up Athena’s neck as she willingly spread her legs wide open. Marcus spared her one last glance, making sure he had her permission before leaning down, darting his tongue out, and gliding up the wet muscle up her slit.
Marcus ate her like she was the last meal he’d ever get. Like the world would burn down at any moment, and they both needed this last bit of pleasure to get to heaven. He sucked and licked her hips, rocking against his tongue.
Her moans were the sweetest fucking symphony. There was nothing fake about her reaction, her hips rolling with each lick he gave to her pussy. He nipped her clit, and a loud whimper vibrated through the air. “Oh my God,” she groaned, the desperation in her voice spurring him on.
She was wet and slippery, the flesh of her pussy swollen. A strangled sound leaves Athena’s throat as pleasure engulfed her. That little gasp was all the encouragement Marcus needed. He settled in deeper, covering the entirety of her pussy with his mouth. When he stiffened his tongue and licked at her clit, Athena nearly lost it.
Her eyes rolled and her hips grinded against his face. Her hand grabbed the back of his head, bringing him closer, as her orgasm crested. The oxygen was depleted from her lungs as fireworks exploded in the back of her eyes.
Ecstasy wrecked her body, and Athena couldn’t control the shuddering that overcame her as she rode out the wavesagainst Marcus’s face. Only when the orgasm began to fade did she sag against the bed, her body utterly spent.
Marcus pulled away, licking his lips like he just had the best meal of his life. Athena looked away in embarrassment, her cheeks feeling too hot.
Marcus smirked. “Oh, don’t be shy now. That was the best meal I have ever had, and we’re just getting started.”
Athena dragged Marcus forward and straddled him on the bed. Her knees dug deep into either side of his thighs as her nipples brushed against his chest. Her nails scraped down behind his neck, but he didn’t flinch.
The sting only made him growl low in his throat, hard and needy. His tongue swept against hers fiercely in possessive strokes. Bruising. Claiming and sucking.
Marcus’s hands slipped from her back and roamed, stroking down to her hips as he pulled her even closer. Her slick heat ground against him, dripping and begging to be filled with his cock.
Marcus growled and dragged two fingers in between her legs instead. Athena’s hips shifted involuntarily. Her breath quickened. Thick, hot hunger coiled deep inside her.
And then suddenly, Marcus’s finger plunged deep inside her, until his knuckles were pressed against her slick lips.
A soft, broken sound escaped her throat. It was a moan. The sound made her eyes close in embarrassment. Marcus let out a low, quiet laugh. But he didn’t say a word. Instead, he slid his finger out and then rammed it back in; deep, hard, conquering.
Athena’s eyelids drooped, and her nipples tightened impossibly as Marcus’s finger began to stroke in and out of her.He curled it slightly against her front wall, stroking her g-spot as her legs trembled and shook.
Another finger joined the first, and she braced herself, biting down on her lip hard. The pressure, the stretch, the sheer wrongness of this situation—it should all horrify me. And maybe it did. But underneath that? There was heat. Shameful, desperate heat, building with every motion of his hand.
Her thoughts were jumbled. Part of her screamed it was too soon, it was too wrong, but the deepest darkest parts of her wanted this.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Marcus growled, pure unadulterated need filling his body. “Like you were made to take what I give you. I love that you feel you should not want it… But that’s a tough sell when your greedy little heat keeps sucking my fingers back inside like you want more.”
Athena’s mouth dropped open, but no words came out. Just panting, broken sounds.
“Is that what you wanted, Love?” he taunted. “More?”
Athena whimpered. There was no room for denial now. No space for thought. Her body was trembling, slick with sweat and shame and something that she didn’t have the words for.
Marcus added a third finger, and her world began to blur at the edge. Her eyes rolled back like she was possessed. Her back arched and her hips pushed back on their own accord.
It was almost too much. But God helped Athena; she wanted it.
“Look at you, taking these like you were made for them,” Marcus growled, ramming all three of his fingers into her wet, eager heat. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll get this little hole nice and stretched so it can take my cock.”
“Fuck you,” she spat.
Marcus chuckled darkly. He pressed his fingers harder and faster inside her as she choked on a moan.
