Page 61 of Rejected Bullied Mate

"Later," Samson kissed me again, this time deeper, hungrier. "We're alone, my sweet Omega. Let's take advantage."

I shivered, smiling as I looked up at him. "Well, when you put it like that...."

"That's what I thought." He swept me into his arms, "I could use a shower. How about you?"

I nodded, burying my face in his neck as he carried me up the stairs and into the bathroom. I loved being carried. It made me feel special, cherished. Cared for.

He set me down and turned to start the water running, and I looked at him, anticipation flooding my veins. We stripped quickly, leaving our clothes in a pile on the floor.

I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over my body, washing the dirt away. Samson joined me a second later, lathering my lemon body wash between his palms, and began to wash me oh so slowly.

My body responded instantly, arousal blooming between my thighs as he ran his hands across my breasts, down my stomach, across my ass. Everywhere he touched, fire sparked under my skin. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan.

"Let me hear you, Kiera," Samson growled, cupping my breasts. "Let me know how good I make you feel."

"You're always so damn bossy," I sighed, "Are you ever not demanding?"

"Not when it comes to you, Omega." He responded, his eyes dark with desire. "You're mine to command."

I bit my lip as he trailed a hand between my thighs, his touch feather-light. I shuddered, arching my hips against his hand. "You're making me crazy."

"Good." He pressed his lips to my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin.

I turned, one arm going around his neck, the other traveling down his sculpted chest and abs until I could take his cock in my hand. He hissed through his teeth, body going taut. "Careful. This is supposed to be foreplay, little witch, but if you keep touching me like that, I'm going to have to just bend you over and have you right here."

"I don't mind," I whispered, stroking his cock from base to tip, my fingers barely closing around the thick shaft. "We'll have a lifetime for foreplay."

Samson made a deep sound of approval, the look on his face feral. "You're damn right we will."

He turned me around and bent me over the wall, my hands slapping against the cool tile. I shivered, excitement coursing through me at the dominant display. Samson wasn't always dominant with me, but he loved to show his Alpha side during sex, and I loved it, too.

He pulled one of my legs up, hooked it behind his own, and pushed into me in one long, hard thrust. He filled me so completely, the stretch of his cock almost painful as he claimed me. I adored it, though, and I pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper.

He gripped my hips tight, nails digging into my soft flesh as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how good it felt, how right it felt to be with him like this. Being with him made me feel powerful and weak all at the same time.

Powerful, because I could bring an Alpha like Samson to his knees. Weak, because he could do the same to me.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, growling in my ear as he fucked me. I keened, pleasure pulsing through me with each thrust, but just when I started to climb the hill to my climax, he stopped and pulled out of me with a curse.

"Enough. Get to bed. I want to see your pretty face when you come for me, Omega."

I did as he said, not even carrying, that we were both still soaked from the shower. Samson followed me, pushing me down onto the bed and crawling over me, his cock hard and thick as he positioned it outside my entrance, his fist locked around it. I spread my legs for him, showing him everything that was his.

"Such a good girl," he purred, "You're so slick for me, Kiera."

"Yes, Alpha," I whispered, "Only for you."

He grinned and pressed into me again, filling me slowly. "Damn right."

I gasped as he bottomed out inside of me, my nails digging into his hard biceps as he took hold of my legs and put them over his shoulders, angling himself even deeper. I was stretched around him so tight I could feel every inch of his cock as he fucked me, each thrust filling me so completely it felt like I'd die if he stopped.

He held me down, his weight pushing my legs open as he moved inside me, his strokes getting faster and harder. "You feel so good," I gasped, "You're going to make me come."

"Yes," he snarled, his eyes locked on mine, one hand drifting between so he could stoke his thumb over my clit, "I'm going to make you come, Kiera. I'm going to knot you. Is that what you need, baby?"

I cried out, arching beneath him, pleasure building between my legs until I thought I'd lose my mind. "Please, please!"

He groaned, fucking me harder. "Please, what? What do you want?"

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