Page 44 of Alpha's Impostor Bride

Her fingers dig into the towel that is trapped under her body. As I fuck her pussy with my tongue, her gasps turn into whines and whimpers.

“C–Cedric! Please!”

I can feel her muscles tensing. She’s on the edge. I pinch her clit, and she screams, her back arching, a gush of her juices spilling into my mouth. I lap them all up before carefully lowering her legs to the bed.

She looks boneless and satiated, her eyes half-closed.

I remove my shirt and get rid of my pants.

When her gaze lands on my hard cock, I see the panic fill her. “I can’t—That’s too big!”

She tries to scramble away, but I pull her toward me, easing her fears with a kiss. “It’s meant to go inside you. It’ll fit.”

She looks doubtful. I reach down, scoop some of her juices from her pussy, and hold my hand up to her face. She trembles and parts her lips. I place my fingers on her tongue, and when she begins to suck obediently, I groan.

My mate doesn’t seem to realize it, but she’s a bit of a tease.

Her hot little mouth wraps around my fingers as she licks them clean. When her eyelids part, she looks dazed, as if she doesn’t quite realize what she’s doing. I remove my fingers from her mouth and proceed to sink them into her pussy.

She’s tight.

Maybe she has a point. I may very well rip her apart if I enter her right now. I’ll have to loosen her up first.

The idea of fucking her with my fingers has me licking my lips.

She’s making gasping sounds as I pump my fingers in her cunt. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I reach my head down to torment them.

Her fingers release the blanket, choosing to seek purchase in my hair. She pulls at it, mindlessly sobbing out my name as I coax another orgasm out of her. Her eyes glaze over as she cums, her fingers clenching my hair in desperation.

Seeing this normally elegant and composed woman unravel into this needy, lustful mess, sweat clinging to her body, her legs spread for me, satisfies the darkest part of me. If I could, I would keep her like this in our bedroom. Her sobbing cries make my cock throb.

I insert another finger into her, and then another, widening her hole, and when her back arches, a long, drawn-out moan ripping from her, I decide I can’t wait any longer. Removing my fingers, I line up the head of my cock to her entrance and begin to push.

Her passage is slick, and I manage to get in, but she’s incredibly tight. I hear her groan, but I know the slower I take this, the harder it will be for her. With one thrust, I fill her.

Leanna makes a strangled sound, and I wait, letting her adjust to my size. Her wet muscles are like a tight fist around me. I watch her face as I start to move, waiting for the discomfort to fade away. When a small nudge has her twitching, I decide it’s time. I slowly pull out my length till only the tip of my cock is still inside her and then thrust again.

She whines, her legs spreading wider for me.

I study her, wondering if she knows how brazen she looks at this moment. A smirk forms on my lips. I like her this way, begging, indecent, and shameless before me. A sight meant for my eyes only.

I try to control my pace, but it is difficult when she whimpers my name, her eyes filled with desire and need. Her claws dig into my arms, and I know she wants it harder. I can feel her strain against me.

So, I give her what she wants.

Hard and fast, I fuck her, the room filling with our intermingled scents, Leanna’s screams of ecstasy bouncing against the stone walls. I never thought she’d be loud in bed, but it excites me. Every sound she makes drives me on. I want to push her more, hear her cry for me over and over.

When she shatters, I follow suit, filling her with my seed.

Her body goes limp, but I’m not done. It’s like a dam has opened, and I want her in every way possible. I turn her over on her stomach and enter her once again. As she weeps my name, her fingers digging into the covers, her hips moving in tandem with my thrusts, I realize that maybe Harriet was right.

Leanna was built for me.

“No more,” Leanna gasps out from under me, her hair fanned out around her head, her naked body bruised and littered with bite marks. She’s covered in sweat, her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her in long, deep strokes. “I—I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

The room is dark, the flickering flames from the fire the only source of light. Her torn clothes are scattered on the rug next to the fireplace. I fucked her there first, on her hands and knees, right after she was done sucking my cock.

“You can sleep later,” I grunt, and she throws her head back after a particularly punishing thrust. “And you don’t have to wake up early tomorrow. Sleep in if you want. You’re the fucking queen.”

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