Page 70 of The Alpha's Chosen Fate

My arms went behind my back to undo the clasp.His lips were on my chest before the garment hit the floor and I thought I might come from the sucking and nipping alone.

Too soon, he abandoned my breasts, his tongue making its way down my abdomen.

Kneeling before me, his fingers traced the waistband of my leggings, teasing with a gentle tug before starting to peel them away.He stopped, drinking in the sight of me.

Slowly, Briggs rose and peeled off his shirt.His hands undid his jeans, making my mouth water.I licked my lips.

A low growl echoed through him and right into the apex of my thighs.Strong arms hoisted me from the door and he carried me towards the bed.

Barely breaking contact, he laid me down gently before covering my body with his.His weight pressed deliciously into me and I let out a desperate mewl.

“Please,” I begged.

Briggs began to move away and I bit his shoulder.He chuckled darkly, taking himself in hand with long, languid strokes.

“You want my cock, little mate?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

Rieka growled.

He chuckled again.“Tell me and you can have it.”

“I want your … cock.May I please have it?”

“Fuck yes,” he exhaled, lining it up and pushing inside.

Pain and pleasure intermingled, and my body arched to meet his thrusts.My hands found his back, clinging as he set a punishing rhythm.

His grunts filled the room.Glowing eyes burned with inhuman intensity.

My nails dug into his back as I met his every push.

"Briggs," I managed to grind out between breaths."Harder."

His lips curled into a wicked smirk as his hands slid down my hips, pulling them higher for deeper penetration.He increased his pace, becoming more urgent, more demanding.

I squeezed my legs tighter around his waist in response.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

My fingers slid down my body until I could feel the slick warmth between my thighs.I circled my clit, unexpectedly thrilled to be an obedient mate for my Alpha.

The pressure inside was building.On the verge, my body trembled and quaked.

Briggs’s movements became more frantic, his hips bucking against mine with primal need.His cock thrust in and out as I frantically rubbed myself.

I moaned his name, unable to form any coherent words as I surrendered.Colors burst behind my eyelids.

I was still seeing fireworks when his torso disappeared from above me.I yelped when his mouth clamped onto the bundle of nerves between my legs.

“Briggs … I can’t …”

“You can and you will.”

Like a male possessed, he lapped the length of my center.Up and down and back again.

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