Page 34 of The Alpha's Chosen Fate

My hold on the bond was slipping.Rieka was annoyingly quiet, curled up like she’d been for most of the past few days.

Briggs’s hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin.I shivered, hating my body's traitorous response, how it came alive with the faintest touch.

"Let me make it right," he murmured, his breath ghosting over my lips.

For a moment, I wavered.For a moment, desire took over my hatred.Fated mates weren’t supposed to be apart.We were designed to succumb to the pull.

I hated how I wanted to sink into his touch, to let him erase the pain with pleasure.It would be so easy.

But then I remembered.I remembered the shattered pieces of me still scattered at his feet.

Wrenching away, I stumbled back until my spine hit the wall.If I gave him an inch, he would take a mile.

"No," I choked out."You can't make this right.You can't undo what you've done."

Briggs' eyes darkened."I can try.”

Then his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding.Strong arms secured our bodies together.

I resisted at first, my lips unyielding beneath his brutal assault.But as his tongue swept into my mouth, tasting and claiming, I found myself kissing him back with equal fervor.

It was a battle, and for a moment, I lost myself in the searing heat of it.

His hands roamed my body, skimming over curves and planes, igniting a fire in their wake.I arched into his touch, a moan catching in my throat as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of my shirt.

"Fuck," he rasped against my lips, his voice rough with need."Let me touch you.Let me taste you."

Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew I shouldn't.But the ache in my soul was joining forces with the ache between my thighs.

Both were growing more insistent with each passing second, and I was tired.So damned tired.

Rieka?

She ignored me, caught in her own conflicting desires.My wolf wanted to punish the human as much as she wanted to mate the wolf.

I made a last futile effort to tamp down the bond and failed spectacularly when I came up against the force of his desire pushing through the other end.

I was lost to the sensation, nearly mindless to craving.Couldn’t I let myself have just this one thing?I could beat myself up later.

Suddenly, the bond battered away what was left of my will, as it was designed to do to stubborn wolves.

Briggs must have taken my silence as approval because his mouth began a sensual assault down my neck.Lifting up my shirt, he gave a rumble of male satisfaction finding me braless.

What was the point?I never left the room and I refused to don any of the nighties and sexy underthings stocked in the drawers.

A large palm covered my heavy breast.His mouth latched onto the other and sucked.Hard.

I gasped as his hands roamed lower and ripped my leggings in half.He hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties, teasing along the edge of the fabric before sliding it lower, caressing my slit.

“I love how wet you are,” he said against my chest.

Abruptly, he was gone, tearing away the white cotton underwear between us.And then his mouth was on me, his tongue delving into my folds, lapping at me like a man starved.

I cried out, my head falling back against the wall as pleasure coursed through me in sharp, electric jolts.

“Heaven,” Briggs praised between licks.“Your pussy tastes like fucking heaven.”

He worked me relentlessly, his fingers joining his tongue, thrusting and curling inside me until I was writhing against him, my hands fisted in his hair.

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