Page 18 of The Alpha King’s Rejected Mate

I swam close to her and pulled her in for a kiss, pressing her body against mine. I could feel her softness and id made me ache. She settled against me, our lips connected, and her legs wrapped around me. I wanted her to feel how full of need I was for her. I felt like I was going to burst, and she was the only thing that was going to make me okay. That’s how I felt.

“I don’t want to rush you, but I need you right now,” I barely managed to say.

Snow was rubbing herself against me in this slow, steady rhythm, and it was driving me insane. That was all of the encouragement I needed to do what I was being begged for. I moved her panties to the side and pulled my boxers down just a little bit. I could feel her hot skin against me, so much hotter than the cool water we were in. Snow started to move again, but she was angled in a way that was not giving us what we both needed. She was moaning softly, and it felt good against her heat, but I needed more.

I grabbed her hips, and as I pushed in, Snow moved down on me as her eyes fluttered closed. I liked watching her face as I entered her. I gritting my teeth when I was all the way inside of her. She was milking every inch of me and I was lost in the moment. She felt so good. She wrapped her arms around my neck kissed me.

Snow started to pump her hips against me, sliding me in and out. I didn’t care that I wasn’t in control, as long as she never stopped. Snow threw her head back and came, the sound of her moans music in the air. But she didn’t slow down; it was like she was still reaching higher for something else. She was riding another wave of pleasure and she called out again, this time louder than before.

As soon as she slowed down for her second orgasm, I took over and captured her lips. Before I could stop it, I was growing inside her and filling her deep. I could feel her contracting around me and I groaned deeply. I felt better than I had in a long time. I wanted to hold her like this forever, stay inside her and feel her around me.

When my hearing came back after the roar of pleasure subsided, I could have sworn that I heard someone in the bushes.

“Someone is watching us,” I whispered in Snow’s ear, and held her tighter.

Snow looked around nervously look on her face. “I don’t know who would be watching us, but let’s get out of here. I am supposed to be working and you are a damn hard distraction.”

I agreed and we got out of the water and got dressed. We didn’t say anything as we got on our horses and rode back to the barn. I kept my eyes open to find someone who was lurking, but I never saw who it was. Whoever it was had gotten an eyeful. I was sure it was one of Snow’s many admirers. Who wouldn’t want to watch her?

13

SNOW

Ihad a really bad feeling after Tyler left the ranch. There was some part of me that knew bad omens were coming. It wasn’t just that we heard someone in the bushes, watching us, but it was this feeling that everything was going to go horribly wrong. I didn’t know if it was true or not, but I couldn’t shake it.

I went to sleep, and my dreams were like before. I was aware that what was going on around me wasn’t real, but there was still a part of me that felt disconnected. The first thing that came to me was a feeling.

There was a deep shame that I’d done something wrong or that I was wrong. I saw a familiar woman standing in front of me, and her name and who she was came to me quickly moment. Ariana, my stepmother who hated me. She wasn’t alone in her derision. A man stood next to her with the same look. He didn’t want to have anything to do with me either.

“I don’t want her. I don’t care who her father is, she will never run the pack. She will never be my queen. I cannot and will not agree with this.” This was said by Bane, my mate who rejected me.

I was to be queen of my pack, the Blood something, I could quite make out the full name, but they rejected me too. It all had something to do with Ariana. She made my life miserable because she wanted Bane for herself and would do anything to get him.

The memory jumped to me being chained up, beaten, starved. I was only eighteen. After two years of torture, I ran away and was almost killed. I was saved by one of my mate’s soldier’s, a man whose name was just out of my reach.

After that, my dream stopped moving linearly. One minute I was in a dungeon chained to a brick wall, and the next I was a girl, being told by my father that one day the prince would love me and make me his queen. Bane was not at all what he was meant to be. By the time I was to marry, Dad was dead and his wife, Ariana, had showed her true colors.

When I woke up, I felt bitter resentment at everything that had happened to me. All those old feelings came back and lingered inside me. I decided to go for a run, but it wasn’t to blow off steam. I was running to someone, the only person who could make me feel better.

The dreams were real, they were memories, and I wanted to share them with one person. It was Dutch who had been there for me and helped me this whole time, ever since we met. He would know what to do next, even if I didn’t know if I was ready to admit everything to him, or anyone else.

When I got to his place, his lights were on, and he opened the door before I could knock. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he had known I was coming. It was again this strange feeling of being right where I was supposed to be when we were around each other. He invited me in before I even said anything. Dutch hugged me to him and then we walked into the house together.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He shrugged. “You didn’t.”

“Is Carlton up or something?”

“No.”

I didn’t know what to think, except he was up and ready because he knew I would need him. There was a connection that was undeniable when it came to the two of us.

“Did you have another dream?”

“I did.”

“Do you want some coffee?” he asked, and pointed to the pot he had already made. He had to have known I was coming over. He wouldn’t be up this late for no reason.

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