Page 53 of The Alpha's Forced Bullied Mate

Arousal soaked my panties, made evident by his firm touch. I gasped and arched into him as he drew circles around my clit, coaxing my hips to join him. Each buck riled me up even more, sending my eyes disappearing to the back of my skull as I scratched eagerly at his shirt.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Faster…”

Hot kisses decorated my chin and throat. Those were his lips that were on fire, a loving force to be reckoned with as he claimed every visible inch of my flesh. I wiggled on his lap as he dove beneath the fabric of my panties, claiming my slit in long sweeps with two fingers. Every time he slid around my clit, he gently seized the swollen nub between his digits, massaging me into a frenzied humping session.

An electric current detonated in my core as I rapidly thrust against his rigid fingers. He feverishly kissed my mouth, forcing my silence, stealing away my desperate moans that vibrated his lips. Heat swallowed me from my center outwards in a languid wave that quickly turned cold.

I clung to his neck, fingers clasped tight, lips tingling as he worked his tongue into my mouth. My eyelids fluttered as he explored my crevice for a moment, fingers continuing to trace my folds, sending tiny jolts through me that somehow flashedin my nipples. Everything he did affected parts of me I forgot existed until he was around.

It was like he knew magic, too.

My grip on him snapped and my hands fell limply to my body as he readjusted my position in the debris around us. Kisses continued smearing my flesh with him shucking my shirt up to reveal my plump breasts. His warm mouth instantly captured my left nipple, sending a wave of shock through me that coaxed my hips to buck. Electrified by his command, I fought against my body’s urge to clench up, forcing my eyes to open.

Goddess, he was like a divine dream seated between my legs, with his mouth dedicated to the pleasure of my breasts. He lapped my left nipple generously while his right hand sought to massage my left breast. He struggled to breathe between laps as he stimulated the nub into a hard point. When he surfaced, he switched sides, tracing the delicate point of my right nipple with a feverish circle that sent my head back to the ground.

My mouth widened with a moan. I grabbed the back of his head, holding him tight to my breast as I struggled to shimmy out of my panties. I yanked at the waistband, tugged them down, and whimpered when he released my slit.

“No, don’t stop,” I begged.

To which he chuckled and whispered, “Or what?”

“Or…”

He tore my panties from my thighs with a loud snarl. The moment they were off, he shimmied between my legs, dropping his boxer-briefs to reveal his girthy cock. He slid a hard line over my slit, parting my folds with an eager pump that would havebeen enough to cause another body-quake. As I grabbed his hips to start a new rhythm, he caught my waist.

“Stay still, Cherry Pie.”

I dug my nails into the back of his neck. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Don’t make me be mean to you.”

I shuddered. “That sounds like a good time.”

His guttural chortle tickled me from the inside out. He smoothed his hand up my side, caught my breast firmly, and sucked on my nipple. The pressure shocked me to my core, forcing my hips to buck and fight against his grip. He held my nipple lightly between his teeth, then flicked his tongue against the nubbed tip, inspiring a trembling descent that only he controlled. His strong hands grasped my hips as I sheathed him inch by slow inch, shuddering as he released my left nipple to focus on my right nipple. He repeated his delicate worship while cradling my lower back, arching me as he pushed on my hip to expose my entrance to his plunge.

“That’s it,” he growled, “open up for me, Cherry Pie.”

Another achingly slow dip had me whimpering in broken gasps. I struggled against the pace he controlled, desperate to have his full force between my legs. I squinted up at him as I clutched his shoulders, feeling hot by how he hissed under my grip. He nuzzled my nipples with his nose, and then he traced a path between my breasts to my throat. Kissing my neck enabled a better position, one that gave way to fervent thrusts.

From there, his pumps were desperate and sloppy. Every time he surfaced, he returned with renewed vigor, an eager onslaught that made my fingers and toes tingle. My lips were getting dry from gasping for air, yet I didn’t care how parched Igot. I wanted his cock to fill me up. I wanted his being to merge with mine, for him to never lose sight of me again.

I mewled as I clutched his hair. “Yes, harder.Harder, oh my—”

My words were silenced by a bruising kiss. He cupped my right breast with his left hand as his right arm remained wrapped around my waist. He pierced me with such feverish pumps that made my vision blur, my heart race, my thighs tense. I wrapped my legs around him while keeping hold of his hair, unable to move into a new position while he completely took me over.

That was when my second orgasm hit. It made my whole body rattle, turning my stomach into a flipping mess like I was dropping off the edge of a cliff. I rode his cock until he was grunting uncontrollably, until he was leaning back to grip my hips and pierce me deep. He unloaded inside me, the wonderful spurting sensation making my insides clench. Sweet heat consumed me. And so did he.

Seconds later, we were lying in a pile of messy limbs—a brand-new mess we had made on the carpet. I stared at the ceiling while holding on to him, thinking about how, just moments ago, I was in a destructive haze. I wasn't even sure what had come over me.

I opened my mouth to describe it to him, but I was afraid to talk about the voice that I had heard in my head. There were horror stories of wolves being overtaken by things inside of them. That wasn’t exactly natural or even supernatural. I didn't want him to think that I was losing my mind, so I kept quiet and buried my face into his shoulder.

“Was that sufficient?” he breathlessly asked. “Did that satisfy you as proof?”

“That was beyond satisfying.”

As I rolled to my back, I felt a couple of books at the top of my head and pushed them away with my free hand. I leaned into the stretch to get used to being inside of myself again, to ground myself back with him. Sex made me feel alive. It made me feelnormal.

Even when things weren't normal at all.

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