Page 16 of Denied By the Alphas

The intimacy of the small fitting room seemed to amplify every sensation, from the heat radiating off Jaxon's body to the faint scent of his arousal.

I gasped as his lips found the nape of my neck, his stronghands gripping my ass and pulling me closer to him. Every rational thought in my head screamed that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me as he cupped my breasts in his hands.

“God, Carmen,” Jaxon murmured against my skin, his voice husky with desire. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I couldn’t get enough of him either.

I could hardly breathe as he moved his hands down my thighs, squeezing them gently before sliding one hand up to cup my center. The feeling of his fingers pressing against my pussy sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making my legs tremble.

He began to massage my clit with his thumb, and the sensation was so intense that I could barely speak. The pad of his thumb was rough against my delicate flesh.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, even though I didn’t want him to stop.

“Doesn’t it feel right, though?” he asked, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on my pussy. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to you.”

“Me too,” I admitted, unable to deny the connection between us any longer. My eyes fluttered closed as Jaxon rubbed my clit faster, sending me spiraling toward the edge of ecstasy.

Being with Jaxon was hot. And it waselectric.

“Imagine how good it would feel if I slid inside you right now,” he growled into my ear, heightening my arousal even further. “Wouldn’t you like it if I took your virginity?”

I couldn’t respond as I clung to his muscular arms. My pussy clenched as slick seeped down my thighs, and my legs shook uncontrollably from my powerful orgasm. It felt as if every nerve ending in my body had been set alight, and I struggled to catch my breath.

“Oh my god.”

I could feel his thick hard cock pulsing against my lowerback, and all I wanted was for him to be inside me right now. Fucking me on the fitting room floor like no tomorrow and then knotting me fully.

“Better get dressed, sweetheart,” Jaxon whispered. “You don’t want to be late for your appointment.”

His words jolted me back to reality, and I reluctantly pushed him away so I could start getting dressed. My entire body shook as I pulled on my jeans. I would have to shower after I met with Henry, but I didn’t have time now. It was already past twelve, and I needed to hurry.

Twenty minutes later,I was walking between Tyler and Axel as we headed toward Henry’s mansion, with Jaxon following close behind. On our way here, Tyler seemed to know what had happened between me and Jaxon because he appeared quiet and upset. His anger was palpable, and he was short with Jaxon.

To me, it was no big deal, and it had nothing to do with Tyler. So, I chose to ignore him as we walked into the mansion.

“She has an appointment with Henry,” Tyler said to two of the guards, who nodded, likely because they knew him. Tyler mentioned that he was the head of security while he was driving, and I felt much safer, even though that meant he worked closely with Henry.

“Hello, darling,” Henry greeted me when I entered the dining room. He was wearing a lavish red bathrobe, leaning back in his chair as he sipped tea. Then he turned to Tyler with a scowl. “Why are you here, Tyler? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“I’m courting Carmen to be the omega for my pack,” Tyler replied, his voice steady despite the tension in the room.

Henry’s eyes flashed with irritation. “I invited Carmen, not you. You have no right to be here.”

“Actually,” Tyler countered, “as her alpha, I have every right to be here.”

“Then where is your claiming mark on her?” Henry challenged, his gaze focused on my neck. “Would you like to do that now? If you’re serious, Tyler, I suggest you mark her immediately.”

The room fell silent as my heart pounded in anticipation.

My heart raced as I turned to face Tyler, hoping that this time he would stand up for me and claim me as his own. But his expression was cold, void of any emotion, as he slowly approached me. A part of me clung to the hope that he would finally show some sign of love or affection.

He leaned down to my collarbone, and my heart raced.

Okay, wait, was he seriously going to mark me?! Was I even ready to be mated to him for life?

But suddenly, he pulled away, and it felt like someone punched me in the gut.

A wave of hot tears stung my eyes as the truth crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. He didn't hate me. He felt nothing for me at all.

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