Page 144 of Her Destined Alpha
Our eyes met, the sexual tension in the car drowning me. I tangled my hand in his hair, tugging his head up and staring into his eyes.
“With pleasure,” I whispered, running my tongue along my lips.
A low growl escaped him, and he instantly ripped open the button on my shirt. I gasped as he pulled my bra down, grabbing my breasts as he kissed me hard. I moaned into his lips, loving when he was like that. Our tongues fought for dominance, pleasure rushing through me like fireworks.
“Fuck, Rayhan,” I murmured as he kissed me on my jaw and my neck.
I shivered in pleasure, giving him full access to my neck. I cried out when he bit into me, sucking hard. A startling jolt of pleasure coursed through me, and I dug my nails into him before moving back just enough to tear his t-shirt down the middle. I licked my lips as I looked down at his perfect chest and abs.
“You’re all mine,” I said seductively, grazing my hands down his chest, and noticed my lengthened nails. I looked at him as I dug them into him slightly. My core throbbed as I saw the pleasure on his face. He was so fucking sexy.
“Fuck, Kitten.”
His hands pushed my skirt up, and I was glad I had been wearing one. Things would be so much easier. He tore my panties right off, shoving his fingers into me without even a warning. I cried out in pleasure, feeling my core throb at the delicious intrusion.
“Fuck, Rayhan, that’s it…” I whimpered hornily.
“You like that, Kitten?” he asked huskily, kissing my lips roughly.
“Uh-huh...”
I deepened the kiss, trying to dominate him, only for him to chuckle against my lips as he sucked on my tongue. His lips led, and I followed. No matter how much I tried, he always won. I moaned as his thumb rubbed my clit, his fingers fucking me hard and fast.
I reached down, undoing his belt quickly and trying to focus through my pleasure. I unzipped his pants as I kissed his neck, sucking hard on the smooth skin. I wanted to leave my mark on him, even if it would fade fast. His intoxicating scent enveloped me, consuming me entirely.
I freed his dick, running my hand along the entire shaft. God, was he made to perfection…
“Fuck, Kitten,” he growled. Slipping his fingers out, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. I raised an eyebrow and took it from him, biting open the packet. “I want to come when I’m fucking buried deep inside of you,” he murmured, sucking on my nipple as I managed to open the condom, moaning out in pleasure.
Fuck, the way he made me feel…
I rolled the condom onto his dick, kissing him at the same time. The moment I was done, he gripped myhips and slammed me right down onto it. I cried out, gripping his shoulders as I began riding him fast and hard. He met my thrusts even harder and faster. The pressure I felt inside his every thrust, that same pleasure overrode everything as I moaned loudly each time he hit my g-spot. My breasts bounced, and my head tilted back as I cried out in bliss.
He tapped my ass hard, only turning me on even more. Our lips crashed together, and I tightened my arms around his neck, kissing him as if it was for the last time. Passion, lust, and love constantly broke the dam on our emotions; we could never get enough of one another, no matter what.
“Come for me, Kitten,” he rasped sexily.
I gasped when my orgasm ripped through me, feeling him slam into me as he found his own release, and I fell against his chest, breathing hard…
The Beginning of Justice
Rayhan
Icould never get enough of her.
Fuck, even as she wiped her legs and put the torn panties in the small rubbish bag on the floor, just knowing she wasn’t wearing underwear messed with my head. I grabbed a shirt from the back seat since my little kitten had ripped mine apart. Damn, I loved it when she got naughty.
We were almost at Marcel’s pack, and the storm of emotions within me was still fucking growing. I knew it was going to be complex, but for that, I was ready to show people that no crime goes unpunished. Yet, at the same time, everyone wanted me to make sure that I did not act like they were below us. It was a fine line, but those who were in the wrong would be punished. It had nothing to do with their status. They weren’t really rogues anymore, but the word had stuck, and the stigma around the Sangue Pack would remain for years to come.
We reached the pack borders, and there was a Jeep waiting for us. My car was definitely not going to go through the rocky area. Marcel and Leo were waiting for us. I looked at my cousin, giving him a small smile.
“Hey, you’ve grown, kid.”
“I’m not really a kid anymore,” he said moodily as I met him with a fist bump and a slap on the back. He had a frown on his face. His hair, which was long on top, was pulled into a ponytail.
“Yeah, I can see that,” I smirked before turning to Marcel, who was looking at Delsanra. She was standing there, staring back at him, her chest heaving.
“Delsanra,” Marcel said. “It’s… good that you’re alive.”
