Page 42 of Brutal Alpha's Forced Mate

“Just move,” she rasps, rocking her hips.

I oblige, sliding deeper inside her, and her legs wrap around my waist, urging me forward. There’s no stopping the groan that slips out as I sink into her. She’s like velvet, so warm and slick and soft, and she’s surrounding me, enveloping me, and I never want this feeling to end.

I can feel her body adjusting, getting used to the intrusion. Slowly, the tension eases, and she starts rocking intome. Her hands roam my body, her touch greedy and hungry. I can feel her magic buzzing between us, wrapping around us like a shield, and it’s an indescribable feeling, being buried inside her and surrounded by her at the same time.

She moves against me, and her breathing turns ragged again. My mouth finds her neck as her nails scrape along my back. The feeling is electric. Every inch of my body is humming with energy.

I want to savor this. I want to draw it out and make it last. But the way she’s grinding against me, the way her walls are squeezing and pulsing, is too much.

The dam breaks, and I lose myself in her, pounding into her with wild abandon. Our bodies are tangled together, moving in perfect sync. Her moans mingle with mine in the quiet room.

She’s panting, her body shaking, and the look on her face is pure ecstasy. Her fingers twist in the bedroll, and her breathing turns shallow and quick. She’s close again, and I can feel the pressure building inside me, the pleasure mounting like a storm.

I can’t hold back any longer.

I thrust into her, fast and deep, and she arches against me, crying out as another climax surges through her. The sound, the feeling, is enough to send me over the edge. My release barrels through me, making my vision blur, and I can’t help but let out a primal, animalistic roar as I bury myself inside her.

My cock pulses. She clenches around me, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure. It feels like hours, days, lifetimes before we come down from the high, and when I finally collapse next to her, both of us are panting and shaking.

I pull her against me, and she burrows into my side, nestling her head in the crook of my shoulder. She smells like sweat and sex, and her skin is slick and flushed. Her eyes are bright, her cheeks are pink, and her lips are curled into a satisfied smile.

In that moment, with her pressed against me, I feel like a king.

Chapter 14 - Jaslyn

The first thing I notice is the chill.

I blink awake, groggy and disoriented, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. The hard surface beneath me isn’t a bed but the worn bedroll inside the hunting hut. Sunlight filters weakly through the cracks in the wooden walls, sending pale streaks across the room.

And Gray is gone.

The realization hits me like a splash of cold water. I sit up, pulling the blanket tighter around me as I glance around the tiny space. The air still carries his scent, rich and warm, but there’s no sign of him.

My heart sinks, even though it shouldn’t. I mean, what did I expect? For him to still be here, watching me sleep like some over-dramatic romance scene?

Still, the absence stings, especially after last night.

I press a hand to my chest, trying to tamp down the memory of how his lips felt against mine, how his hands made me feel things I’ve never felt in my life. Things I wasn’t sure I even knew how to feel.

But now he’s gone. And maybe that’s for the best.

I push the thought aside and focus on finding my clothes. They’re scattered across the room like a reminder of just how reckless I was willing to be. With a groan, I drag on my jeans and shirt, then zip up my jacket, steeling myself for whatever comes next.

That’s when I hear it—a shrill, ear-piercing alarm that makes my magic spike involuntarily.

Not again.

The sound sends a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I rush to pull on my boots, fumbling with the laces in my hurry. The alarms only go off when something crosses the ward lines. Yesterday, it was just a panther. Please let it just be another panther.

The moment I step outside, I know it’s not.

The smell hits me first—sharp, acrid, and sulfuric, so thick it makes my eyes water. It’s nothing like the earthy musk of the forest or the faint animal scent I’ve come to expect. This is something else entirely. Something wrong.

This isn’t an animal.

The sulfuric stench intensifies as I step farther into the forest, making my stomach churn. My magic buzzes under my skin, reacting to the wrongness in the air. My palms start to heat, readying for a fight before my brain even catches up.

And then I see it.

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