Page 86 of Her Destined Alpha
I frowned; did I want them to be let off? The truth was that they, too, were victims of sorts. Sure, when they came to, depending on what spell Endora used, they may have remembered what they did, but I wasn’t sure…
“If they felt guilty after being under Endora’s spell, then I want them forgiven… because I know how it feels to be forced to do bad deeds. But, Rayhan, won’t this mess things up for you or the Lycan King?” I asked hesitantly.
“No. It doesn’t.”
His words were absolute, but they didn’t answer what I asked. It was clear he didn’t care. He stood up, going over and grabbing his phone from the charger, something he had had in his backpack. He came over and pulled me into his lap. I held the pot of pasta in my own lap, my eyes widening at his move.
My stomach fluttered at how intimately he held me. His fingers curled around my waist, sending pleasure rushing to my core. He kissed my cheek softly, and I knew he was worried about me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his neck.
“You don’t need to if you don’t want to,” he murmured. I didn’t feel great about it, but… I had to do it… for him and for myself. “Ready?” he whispered.
I nodded and looked at the phone as he unlocked it and went to his email, clicking on the file and downloading it to his phone.
“If it gets too much, we can take a break.” I nodded, nibbling at my pasta as the first picture came up. I shook my head; no, I didn’t recognise him. “Just nod if there’s anyone who hurt you, and I’ll screenshot it,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder.
I wished this thick hoodie wasn’t covering it because I wanted his lips against my skin. I curled into him, staring at the phone. Despite trying to stay calm, my heart was thundering, a result of my mixed emotions towards seeing my abusers again and the awareness of his perfect body against me.
He swiped to the next profile, and I shook my head. We kept going until we were at least fifteen images in, when I gripped his wrist, recognising the man on the screen. My stomach churned, and I didn’t need to nod. He screenshotted the profile and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek before we carried on. Sometimes I needed to take a longer look at the picture, but we were getting through it, and with him right next to me, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.
There were so many pictures. After about twenty minutes, we had screenshotted around fourteen people then we took a break.
“I’m sorry. I’m dumping this crap on you right after you went through so much yesterday.”
“I’m stronger than I look. Don’t worry about me,” I said softly, placing my empty pot of pasta down. “I appreciate how much you’re doing for me, Rayhan, but I don’t want it affecting your life… these men are part of the Rogue Alpha’s pack, right?”
“Yes, the Sangue Pack, but the thing is, instead of giving them a clean slate, maybe we should have delved into their crimes first,” he said quietly, guilt clear in his voice.
“That wasn’t on you. Besides, these profiles are clear proof that your uncle is keeping an eye on them,” I comforted him.
“Maybe.” He looked down at me. The look in his eyes was intense, and I lightly pushed him away.
“Stop looking at me as if I’m something to devour. I’m not food!” He smirked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Really? Because after last night, I decided you were my favourite dish. One I wanted to devour day and night.” His voice was low, his hand running between my thighs.
I bit my lip as his hand slipped closer to my core, and I clamped my legs shut. It didn’t stop him, though. Thanks to the tiny gap between my thighs, his hand fitted perfectly. Sucked not to have meaty thighs! My cheeks were burning as he massaged me there, and it took my all not to cry out in pleasure. He chuckled, claiming my lips in a passionate kiss.
I moaned against his lips, my core throbbing as I pulled him closer. His hand moved away from my core, slipping under my hoodie and grabbing my breast.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I whimpered, my eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re so perfect, Kitten,” he muttered huskily, his fingers twisting my nipple slightly.
I couldn’t respond, biting back my moan of pleasure as his fingers grazed down my stomach and slipped into the band of my joggers. He pushed my underwear aside as his fingers began rubbing between my pussy, making me cry out.
“Oh God, that’s it…” I murmured, gasping when he began rubbing my clit.
No longer caring about how my body was begging for him, I locked my arms around his neck as he played with my clit, before slipping his fingers lower. His finger probed at my damp entrance, his lips kissing andsucking on my neck, and pushed his finger into me.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He began thrusting his finger in and out, and soon the slight sharpness eased up, and I relaxed into his touch.
“That’s it, baby girl, just relax,” he whispered, squeezing another finger into me and beginning to fuck me faster with them. The pleasure built as his every thrust hit something deep within me. It was different from the day before. My body was burning with desire.
“Oh God, baby, that’s it, ah!” I cried out, my vision blackening as rivets of pleasure rushed through me. His motion sped up, the pain along with pleasure rushed through me, and I felt myself nearing. “Oh fuck, that’s it, faster!”
I arched my back, moaning in pure pleasure, crying out when my orgasm erupted inside of me. The delicious feeling rushed over me. I saw stars as he continued to fuck me with his fingers as I rode out my orgasm. I gasped, weakly pressing my legs together, suddenly feeling overly sensitive. His lips found mine again, and I kissed him back deeply, my hand cupping his cheek.
“I love you, Kitten,” he whispered, his nose brushing against mine.
