Page 12 of The Alpha's Forced Bullied Mate

She breathed deep and exhaled slowly, arching her back to adjust her position—

Good, sweet Goddess, the way her bottom curved against my package made every inch of me scream like I was getting zapped with a car battery right in the gonads. I struggled to resist the way my cock hardened—and failed. I utterlyfailed, and I knew she could tell.

She nipped my palm. I yowled while yanking my hand back, flying back as she flung herself over. “You frickin’jerk—”

She pounced on me, trying to land a punch in the bridge of my nose again like it was the holy spot that would knock me out. It didn’t make me proud to remember that day, but hell, I deserved it for what I’d done.

I blocked two slaps and then grabbed her wrists, feeling something hot trickle from my left nostril. “You can’t overpower me.”“I beg to differ.”

I launched upright and caught her by the small of her back. I knew exactly what to do, the same thing that had coaxed her silence earlier in the day. I held her snug to my body, grabbing a chunk of her hair to hold her still as my arm muscles bulged to keep her constricted. “You really think so, Cherry Pie?”

She breathed hard and fast, each ragged breath hitching the slightest pitch higher as I felt her hips rotate.Fuck, it was the tiniest movement, but it got me hard enough to nearly rip my zipper. Rude—she seemed to be using the same technique.

I struggled to keep an appropriate distance from her mouth, her sharp inhalations turning to dangerous whimpers that begged me to kiss her. Just hard enough to make her lips sore. Just daring enough to make her regret rejecting me.

I bristled with disdain. “Alright, you’ve had your fun. You got back at me. Good one, Faye Lynne.”

She gritted her teeth. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

I tugged her hair at the root, enough to get a hiss out of her. “Not as much as seeing you fight the only thing that’s good for you.”

The windows shuddered. Outside, it sounded like hell was kicking up a storm underneath the rivaling punk music blaring from next door. Shadows caught my attention in the window behind Faye.

My eyes widened as I released her hair. “Forgive me.”

I dug into my pocket for the vial I had purchased in town.

This time, she tried to donkey kick her way out of my arms. I doubled-down my grip, perching the vial at her lips, grunting as she pinched her lips together to keep me from pouring the mixture into her mouth. She bucked once, by accident I had to guess, but then did it again with enough force to make my fumble the vial.

It tipped slightly. A few drops trickled onto my fingers. She nudged her right shoulder, broke her right arm free, and tried grabbing the bottle. “You sick pervert—you’re trying to drug me!”

“This would have worked fine if you had justagreedto come with me.”

“Backward Silverfang motherfu—”

I shoved my fingers into her mouth, prodded her jaw open, and poured the mixture inside, watching with a sense of satisfaction at her sputtering. Most of it went down her throat. What little else had spilled on my knuckles went right between her lips, the same ones that clamped down to keep me out.

While cradling her head and straddling her legs, I slid my fingers over her tongue, rubbing the liquid in to ensure it worked. Wide eyes filled with betrayal gaped at me. Then her eyelids fluttered. Her irises rolled back, she limply and weakly beat at my shoulder.

She went slack as her eyelids fluttered closed, mouth partially slit as her breathing leveled to that of a peaceful slumber. I licked my lips and swallowed hard as I traced her mouth with my two wet fingers, touching the softness of that plush lower half that seemed to tremble under my touch. She had slumped into my hand, perfectly cradled, exposed, ready to be claimed and bitten and

You can kiss her, and she’ll never know.

I snatched my hand back as though I had touched fire. While wiping my hand on my shirt—that same area where her lips had just been pressed—I slowly rose from the ground with punk music thudding around me. The sound vibrated the drywall and floorboards, making for an easy getaway.

Was this the right thing to do? Yes.

Was it the right way to do it? Debatable.

Methods aside, I knew she would need protection. A hybrid like her in the wrong hands would mean death for many—her included.

That was simply unacceptable.

For protection purposes, I needed my pack to respect me and honor my new title. If this was how I earned my place in their lives and provided the best layer of defense against evil, then I would do it. I would keep doing it if it meant our species could progress. One tiny crime for the greater good.

This was for the pack—nothing more than that.

Chapter 4 - Faye

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