Page 24 of The Alpha's Forced Pregnant Mate

He kissed me hard, his tongue sliding between my lips to meet my own. I moaned as he grabbed my waist and lifted me, wrapping my legs around him. My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer.

I needed him, wanted him, craved him, and no amount of telling myself that he was an enemy could override that.

The heat between us grew until it became a raging inferno, and we tore at each other’s clothes, the mating magic making us both desperate with want.

His hands found their way under my bra, his thumbs brushing against my nipples until they were hard, and I bit back another moan. I couldn’t give in too easily, even if he’d caught me.

With a growl, he threw me down on the ground and yanked my pants and boots off, followed by my panties. I looked up at him, aching to be filled, my skin burning to feel his touch on every inch of me.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he said, dropping to his knees. “Tell me, and I’ll stop.”

My mind was racing. My body screamed for his attention, and I knew there was no way I could lie about it anymore.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, reaching out to pull him closer.

That was all the invitation he needed. With a snarl, he jerked his shirt over his head and threw it to the side before making quick work of my bra. I was totally bare in front of him, and despite the frenzy, he seemed to freeze as he looked me over for the first time.

“Mine,” he growled, running his hand down my side. “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yes,” I replied, my hands reaching for the button of his jeans.For now, I added silently.Only for now.

He yanked off his pants, tossed them on top of his shirt, and then grabbed me, pulling me to him. The feel of our skin pressed together was electric, my head spinning with how quickly this was moving, and how easily hate transformed into lust.

His hands ran up my sides, over my breasts, and then grabbed my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze.

I sucked in a breath, but before I could say anything, he crushed his lips against mine, his tongue diving into my mouth. I groaned as his hands found their way into my hair, his fingers tightening against my scalp, and I arched against him.

“You’re mine,” he growled, biting my lip. “Say it.”

“Fuck you,” I hissed, biting him back. He laughed and jerked my head back, his teeth scraping down my neck, finding the sensitive spot where it met my shoulder.

I gasped as he sucked at my skin, so close to where he would bite me before the night was over.

“That’s right,” he said, his hand trailing down my stomach. “Tell me how much you want it.”

His fingers brushed against my clit, and sounds of appreciation escaped me before I could stop them. His touch felt so good. I didn’t feel the rough forest floor beneath me, or the chill of the night air. All I felt was Julian.

His fingers teased me for a moment, before sinking inside of me, and I sucked in a breath, arching into his hand. My eyes rolled back as he found that spot inside of me that drove me wild, his thumb working my clit in just the right way.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh gods, yes.”

He withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean, grinning at me. “You’re so wet for me. I love it.”

“Stop teasing me, you bastard,” I growled, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him toward me. “Do what you came here to do. Fuck me.”

Digging my hands into his biceps, I jerked him forward until he was on top of me, his cock poised at my entrance. I raised up on my elbows to really look at him, and the sight of his long, thick cock so close to being sheathed inside me had my pussy clenching. His breath caught at the sight too as I lifted my hips, trying to take him inside me.

“I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you,” he rumbled, grabbing my thighs and forcing my legs further apart. “You have no idea how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about this very moment. The moment when you’re under me, naked and begging me to fuck you.”

“I won’t beg,” I promised him, biting down on my lower lip. “I’ll make you work for it.”

“Then so be it,” he said, pressing himself against me. I felt his tip slide inside, and I cried out as he pulled out, then pushed in again, a little further. I ached to feel all of him inside me, but he only gave me small tastes.

He did it again, pulling out before thrusting in just a little deeper each time, until he finally sank all the way inside me with one swift motion.

“Fuck!” I cried out, back bowing. He felt so good inside me, his thick cock stretching me open, filling me up. His hips rolled against mine as he began to thrust, setting a slow and steady pace.

“You feel so perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my neck. “So fucking tight.”

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