Page 8 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

“Yeah,” I breathe. “So good. So fucking good.”

“What should I do? You want to just stay like this for a while?”

Is he kidding? “Fuck me,” I say. “I need you to fuck me, Brandon. You have no idea how badly I need that.”

In my peripheral vision, I see a feral grin spread across his face.

“Okay,” he says. “If that’s what you want.”

His hips pull back sharply, leaving me momentarily empty. I have a brief moment of wondering what I’m in for, and then he snaps into me, and it feels like a fucking mallet inside of me.

I cry out at the pleasure and pain of it. That shouldnotfeel so good. If any other man had ever fucked me this hard, I would have probably been afraid. But this is different. I can feel how aware of me Brandon is. It’s in the way his thumbs rub circles on the backs of my hands even as he slams into me again and again. It’s in the way he doesn’t rest his full weight on my back—though I could take it, I think. Maybe I’d like to take it.

I would tell him, but I don’t have words anymore.

This is how it feels to be fucked by an alpha. I’m sure. There’s no more power in the world than what I’m feeling right now, and Brandon isn’t even the alpha of our pack. He’s justthat much man.

I am so fucking glad I came home with him.

He loosens one of his hands from mine and reaches around my hip, underneath me. Without breaking his rhythm, he finds my clit with two fingers and rubs gentle, firm circles.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand how he can be fucking me like such ananimaland still handling me so delicately at the same time.

I don’t care.

My body is tensing now, clenching, bearing down on him, and it’s all gone beyond my control. I don’t even feel like I’m myself anymore. The woman lying on this bed could be anyone, and I am just riding the waves of her pleasure.

“Come for me,” Brandon groans. I do, with a cry of elation, lifting my hips off the mattress and back toward his cock and the stimulation of his fingers.

He chuckles at my greediness, but his laugh disappears into a cry of his own, and I feel the pulses as he shoots inside of me. I’m a limp puddle on the mattress by the time he’s finished, fucked out and drenched in sweat, unable to do so much as lift my head. Brandon collapses on top of me, still slightly inside of me, and for several moments, neither of us moves.

At last, he rolls off me. I slowly turn over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I have no idea what to say. I don’t even know what to think.

“Good?” he asks me.

That’s an understatement. He’s literally the best I’ve ever had, and it’s not close. “Yeah,” I say. I don’t want him getting the idea that this is going to happen again, as good as it was.

I’m not back to stay.

He sits up slowly. “You want some water?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

He leaves the room. I sit up and look around. My clothes are all over the place. I get up and grab my shirt, pulling it back on over my head. That was hot as hell, but I’m ready to be covered up again.

Brandon comes back and hands me a cup of water. I sip it slowly. My muscles are still trembling, and I don’t want to embarrass myself by spilling water everywhere.

“Listen,” I say when I’ve had my drink. “We should keep this between us.”

I’m afraid he’s going to disagree or take offense, but he just nods. “I expected you’d say that.”

“Is it okay?”

“Sure. If you don’t want anyone to know, they won’t know.”

“I just don’t want people using it as a reason to try to get me back into the pack,” I say. “I’m not staying. I’m going back home the day after tomorrow.”

“Sure. Well, I won’t tell anybody,” he says. “You don’t think your sister will figure it out?”

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