Page 80 of Wolf's Rejected Mate

His words were barely a strangled whisper, but the feeling of his cock pressed firmly against my hip told me that he wanted me as badly as I needed him.

I didn’t tell him, but another long, desperate moan fell from my lips, the sound carrying through the alley and into the pale, blue sky above.

Abruptly, Elijah pulled back and stared at me.

“I think I know what you want,” he murmured.

He whirled me around suddenly, forcing my arms up against the wall, my legs spread as wide as they could go with my pants caught around my ankles.

“Elijah,” I breathed. “Fuck me.”

I bucked against him, wanting to feel the rock-hardness of his erection again. But he was teasing me, showing me he was the boss again.

“There you go, Princess,” he chuckled, sliding his shaft between my legs.

A gentle breeze teased against the slickness of my exposed pussy, but I couldn’t feel anything more than the rigid pole that was Elijah’s cock. His mouth found the base of my neck, and my fingertips dug into the brick wall. My clit was swollen already, and when Elijah bit me, I jumped, thrusting backward.

“Elijah!” I scolded, but he only laughed, his forearm strengthening against my waist.

“I remember you like that,” he growled, sliding the head of his cock against my slippery opening.

I was already dripping for him, a headiness overcoming me. I should have anticipated the finger, but it glided inside me unexpectedly. I moved against his hand in a rhythmic pace, almost collapsing.

How does he always manage to do this to me?

His fingers worked faster, his arm tightening around me to hold me in place. From the road, cars passed by, but I didn’t really hear them over the buzz mounting in my ear, a hard climax growing. My body tensed, muscles clenching around his probing fingers, and I cried out, my core pulsating with a welcome release.

“Good girl. That’s my good, good girl.”

He withdrew his fingers, and I tried to turn around and face him, to end this extremely dangerous exploit, but I didn’t put in much effort. I was enjoying the spell that Elijah put over me far too much.

“Where are you going?” he growled, spinning me back around to face the wall. “No one told you to move.”

I gasped, my hands splaying over the wall again, and felt as my cheeks were spread wide behind me. The head of his cock slapped against me. He was ready for me, as I was for him.

The tip of his head always shocked me, no matter how many times we did it. His size never failed to steal my breath with the first solid thrust into my core.

I was far too caught up in the pleasure to notice anything but the frenzied rhythm we fell into, my waist bucking hard, his fingers digging painfully into my hips as he clung on against the sweat of my back.

My breath caught, and I froze, my center wrapping him up and sucking him deeper. His jerks grew faster, deeper, until I was sure he was splitting me in half. I couldn’t find my breath, my body paralyzed as he stretched me.

And just when I was sure I would break, that I was going to become two separate people, he reached around and circled my clit with his strong fingers. My core began to clench, and a heat that ignited at my center spread down my legs and body, until my pleasure exploded with a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Oh… Elijah!” I belted out, biting down hard on my lower lip.

“That’s good, Princess. So good.”

But he had been holding back, and now, he started to pound at me with a force I’d never experienced. I wasn’t in that alleyway anymore, but somewhere far above us, watching us both in the clouds as a low, guttural moan escaped my lips.

It didn’t matter that Elijah was going to kill Orson, or that Orson wanted Elijah dead. It didn’t matter that we were out there, fucking in an open space where anyone could see us. Nothing mattered at that moment but the intensity in which Elijah grasped me, his own grunts escaping in a primal, urging howl. I couldn’t see him, but I wondered if Elijah had shifted in part as his climax grew.

Again, I called out, my voice raw now as his cock grew into a thick rod of power, sucking every available space inside me.

His waist thrust into me, and with a final, low growl, I felt him explode into a thousand shots of lava.

I buried my head against the wall, sweat dripping from Elijah’s face onto my neck. He withdrew from me, and as I turned around, I read the expression on his face. My head jerked toward his line of vision, the blood draining out of my face as I saw two of the local pushers standing at the end of the alleyway, watching us with huge smirks on their faces.

“Do you know them?” Elijah growled, his fangs elongating as he moved toward them.

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