Page 12 of The Alpha

“You’re mine,” I repeated, my voice low as I moved downward, my lips and teeth leaving marks on her skin. I wanted my brand on her creamy flesh, wanted to look at hernaked body tomorrow and see the proof of my claim. “And I’m going to make sure as fuck you never forget it, Kelsie baby.”

I grabbed her thighs roughly, wrenching them farther apart, and my eyes became transfixed by the pink, wet cunt staring back at me. Every part of her made my mouth water and my dick throb. Hell, my cock was leaking pre-cum like a motherfucker.

When I was settled back on my knees between her obscenely spread legs, I rana hand over my mouth and just enjoyed the view. Kelsie was drenched, already dripping with that sweet pussy juice for me. “Good fucking girl.”

I didn’t tease her, didn’t waste time with foreplay. I was too fucking hard and angry at the bastards who thought to even come near her. I was too fucking desperate to claim her again and for good. I notched the tip of my cock at her cunt hole, the crown pressing against her entrance, and in one brutal, fluid motion, I pushed inside.

She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her perfect tits shaking from the motion. I felt her scrape her nails down my scalp and lower until she was no doubt leaving red scratches along the expense of my back. I wanted those red marks on me. I wanted her to dig deeper and break the skin, because more than anything, I wanted to look in the mirror at them and see what she did to me.

Fuck, Kelsie was so damn tight and so fucking wet. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to lose myself in her right then and there and fill her up with my cum, to make her take every ounce until she was knocked up with my baby.

But I wasn’t about to end it yet. I wanted—needed—her to come before I let myself go. To make her feel good when she had been so scared, so hurt.

I moved, lost in the euphoric feelings of her pussy milking my cock, demanding my jizz. My thrusts were hard and fast, andeach one drove her further into the mattress as I dug my feet in and really fucking plowed her.

Her moans filled the room, each one louder than the last, and I knew I was pushing her, knew I was taking her right up to the limits of what she could take. But I didn’t care. I needed this… needed her like I needed my next breath.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear, as I whispered, “You’re mine, Kelsie. You always have been. Isn’t that right?” My voice was rough, possessive. “Say it again.”

“I’ve always been yours.”

I hummed in approval. “And I’m not letting you go. Ever. Again.”

She whimpered as I punctuated each word with a brutal thrust, her pussy tightening around my length, and I knew my girl was close to going over the edge. That was good, really fucking good, because I was about to blow my wad.

“Come for me, Kelsie,” I grit out, my thrusts even more relentless. “Come for me. Milk my cock for all this cum I have for you. Do it now for me, baby.” I leaned back, my hands still on her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh. I stared at where we were connected, sweat forming on my brow as I thrust in and out like a man possessed.

And then she came, her body shaking, her screams of pleasure echoing through the room as my girl fell apart beneath me. Christ, I wasn’t far behind, and I didn’t resist. My release crashed through me as I filled her up in the most primal, lewd way imaginable.

My seed blew out of me so powerfully I let my head fall back and roared as I came harder than I ever had in my fucking life.

When my balls were drained, I collapsed on top of her, bracing my forearms on either side of her head, my breathing ragged. Christ, my body still shook with the aftershocks of how fucking good she felt. Right in all ways.

And as I tried to catch my breath, I knew three things were certain.

Kelsie was mine. I wasn’t letting her go. And I was going after the fuckers who threatened her.

No onetouches my girl.

8

KNOX

The next day

The air in the clubhouse was thick with smoke and rage. My MC brothers lined the room, their faces hardened, eyes burning with the same fury that churned in my gut.

Carter stood in the back corner of the room, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth would shatter. And there, sitting amidst the storm of violence, danger, and leather, was my sweet Kelsie.

I brought her to the clubhouse as soon as I gathered all the brothers together. I wanted them to know the rival MC had the balls to approach Kelsie and threaten her. And after everyone heard her recount what happened last night, silence lay heavily over the group.

The more I thought about what happened, the more I pictured the shit they would have put her through if she hadn’t gotten away. And my rage grew the longer my mind was allowed to wander. I slammed my fist on the table, and the sound echoed like a gunshot.

“When are we going after them?” My voice was a low growl, barely containing the wrath inside me. I looked at Carter and then our prez.

No one said a word until Kelsie spoke, her voice steady despite the story she’d told, and I knew she was still shaken up about it. “I think we all need to just… take a breath.”

Carter’s knuckles turned white as he clenched his hands together.

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