Page 115 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

Fire lights within me, blazing through my veins and scorching everything in its wake. Still crushed against the window, the ridges of it dig into my back, but at this point I hardly care at all. He’s hard against my leg, grinding up against me in the same motion as he does with his tongue flicking along the seam of my mouth.

With a moan, I open up for him, letting him dive inside of my mouth in the desperate way of lovesick teenagers on the verge of getting caught. His hands move from my face and down to my hips, grabbing at them hard enough that I hope he leaves a bruise.

He moves us together, our mouths still sealed, away from the window. His tongue tangles with mine possessively in a way that has me needing to know what would happen if I let it travel elsewhere on my body.

Almost as if reading my mind, Nyx walks me over toward my bed. Blindly, the backs of my knees hit the edge of it, tipping me backward and ripping me away from him all in one motion. My body bounces from the sudden force, my eyes snapping open in the process.

Before I can even manage to lean back up and grab at Nyx again, he has ahold of my legs and pries them apart with little effort. My face flushes intensely as I watch him drop down to his knees before me, the image both incredibly erotic and slightly blasphemous.

If anyone were to walk in here and see us like this, with Nyx down on his knees for me, surely I’d be hanged.

I would go to the gallows willingly, though, if this is what ends up condemning me to them.

His normally methodic focus is completely broken apart by the jerky motions he makes in ripping my pants down my thighs and to my knees. My heart is thundering wildly in my chest. Having never experienced anything like this, even with Aiden, I don’t know what I should be doing.

He curses under his breath when he finally frees my legs, leaving my bottom half bare before him. My body shakes under his touch, both from nerves and pent-up sexual frustrations that seem to have come boiling up to the surface by him not pushing me away after my admission.

My legs part automatically with very little nudging on his end, my sex already getting soaked.

I have no time to prepare before Nyx buries his head between my thighs, his mouth finding my most sensitive parts easily. My entire body jolts from the shock of pleasure, sending me reeling back and slamming down onto the mattress while I writhe under him.

He holds my hips down, his hands tight clamps, to keep me from moving too much. His tongue pets my clit in long, drawn-out strokes, teasing another few moans out of me with each swipe.

“Oh gods,” I choke out.

None of this has him showing me mercy. In fact, it only seems to drive him into an even wilder frenzy than before. My hole clenches around nothing, dripping down to soak the mattress and sheets under me while my body begs foranythingto get inside of me.

I need to orgasm so bad that it’s killing me.

My mating with Aiden had always been feverish in a way. Souls finding each other and joining was never meant to be a peaceful thing, and while I enjoyed my times with Aiden, they had been overwhelming most of the time.

Nyx is like that too—overwhelming and commanding. He demands my attention and my body to obey him, to give him what he needs from me whether I’m ready for it or not.

The second his tongue makes its way down to my hole to circle it a few times, I can’t stand holding myself back anymore. My body arches off of the bed, my orgasm slamming into me so hard that I have to grip the sheets until my hands feel numb.

He thrusts into me, spearing his tongue at an angle that rubs right up against my inner wall in the most devilishly perfect way, drawing out my orgasm until I have to let go of the sheets and grab at his long hair.

“Please.” At this point, I don’t even care if begging makes me look weak.

Pieces of his hair fall into his face, partially covering his eyes as he moves them to look at me. His mouth moves too, coming back up to suckle on my clit in pulsating motions that have my thighs shaking.

My moan is guttural.

“Nyx.” Tears are in my eyes. “In me.Please.”

Two fingers are pressed against my entrance instantly. Much in the same way he used his tongue, he spears them into me, burying them until he’s knuckle-deep. My walls clench tightly around him, greedily trying to keep what he’s offering me inside.

But of course, Nyx isn’t one to let me have things so easily.

With each drag of his fingers out of me, he curls them and rubs them along a spot inside of me that has me kicking my legs each time. Another orgasm is drawn out of me, but this one feels deeper in my gut, the release far less satisfying now that I know exactly what I want.

I wanthim.

Another finger is added to the two, stretching me wide. The pain mixing in with the pleasure is a strange and sharp thing that cuts through instantly, tempering me down from the clouded, horny mind that I’ve fallen into.

He’s still nursing my clit, keeping it pinched right between his lips while his tongue flicks it every so often, just enough to get my body jumping.

I try not to think about all of the other females he’s taken to bed like this, learned these techniques with in order to pleasure someone. After all, it’s not like I’m coming into this as a virgin or anything.

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