Page 48 of The Alpha's Chosen Fate

Suddenly my robe was gone and strong hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly as I wrapped my legs around his hips.Briggs carried me to the bed, our lips never parting, tongues tangling.

He laid me down none-too-gently, his weight settling over me.I arched into him, craving more contact, more friction.More everything.

My hands tore at his clothes between desperate kisses and nips.Miraculously he kept his mouth attached to mine until every stitch of clothing disappeared.

Only then did he pull up, kneeling between my legs.Briggs's eyes blazed bright as he took in my naked form splayed beneath him, his palm stroking his shaft.

"Mine," he growled, voice rough with need.

Swallowing, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine.My wolf howled in delight.

He trailed hot kisses down my neck, biting at my skin and sucking on the sensitive spot just below my ear.

His hand slid down between my legs.The touch was more probing than teasing.

“Thank fuck,” he whispered.

I barely registered his words, mewling and writhing and needing something—anything!

When the blunt head of his cock nudged at my entrance I dug my nails into his shoulders.My heels pressed into the backs of his thighs.

Briggs entered me in one powerful thrust.Twin groans of pleasure filled the room while he held still above me.

He rolled his hips.Once.Twice.On the third, nonsensical sounds poured out of my mouth.

Then he really startedmoving.

It wasn’t tender.It wasn’t slow.It was raw and brutal.Each stroke knocked me further into my delirium.

The world narrowed to sensation.The delicious drag of his hardness inside my wet heat.The scrape of his teeth against my pulse point.The coil of tension building low in my belly.

I met his pounding assault with matching fervor.Our bodies were in total sync, like we were born to fit one another—because we were.

Briggs gripped my hips, changing the angle and hitting a spot that had me keening.I was lost to the tide of ecstasy, hurtling towards the edge.

His breath ghosted over my ear as he groaned, his praises strummed a chord deep inside me, "So good.So perfect.”

The words were barely out before he was moving faster, harder, his control slipping.His fingers dug into my hips as his thrusts grew desperate.I clung to him, my nails scratching down his back.

I could feel that overwhelming rush that signaled my impending release.My body tightened around him and I cried out.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck.His big body pressed down and he ground his pelvis into mine, prolonging my climax.

Briggs joined me with a guttural moan.His roar echoed off the cabin walls.His hips pistoned erratically until he stilled, spent.

We lay there, sweat cooling on our skin as our breathing gradually returned to normal.Reality began to seep back in, and with it, a growing sense of alarm.

I couldn't even blame the mating bond entirely, not when some weak, piteous part of me craved to belong to someone.To be someone’s priority.

To be wanted.Desired.Loved.

The big male lifted his head and I had to turn my face away.

I closed my eyes, wishing I could disappear.Wishing I'd had the strength to resist this temptation.But it was too late now.

He shifted, taking some of his weight off my torso without severing our intimate connection.

“Ivy, look at me.”

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