Page 19 of My Bad Boy Alpha

“You fucking said it,” he snarled, running his thumb across my lower lip.“Look at me.”

With a trembling gaze, I peered up at him and wondered what he’d do to me.The last time I had mentioned my insecurities, he had forced me to stare into the mirror as he fucked me senseless from behind.Now, we were in public.

“Take it back,” he growled.

“Or what?”

Fuck!What is wrong with me?!Why can’t I keep my mouth closed today?!

He pinned his hips against mine, his cock hard on my stomach.I whimpered and pressed my thighs together, heat coursing through my core.He trailed his fingers up the column of my neck, strumming them.

“You want to be a brat for me,mate?”he asked.

Before I could stop him, he ripped off my panties from underneath one of the more conservative dresses he had bought for me today and lifted me into the air, placing my legs on either of his shoulders with his mouth between them.

I grasped his muscular shoulders to steady myself.“Wh-what are you?—”

His tongue found my clit almost immediately.

I laced my hands into his hair and cried out softly, brow furrowed.“Y-you should put me down before you?—”

“Don’t speak,” he growled, his voice vibrating my cunt.“Come.”

And almost immediately, my body jerked in the air.He continued to massage my clit with his tongue, dragging it in circles around the sensitive bud as my wolf continued to enjoy her mate’s touch.

He slipped one finger inside me, then another and another.I arched my back, the pressure building higher, and I gripped his hair tightly, a low moan escaping my lips once I finally relaxed in his arms.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending me over the edge.

I threw my head back and cried out, riding his fingers and his face.He buried his tongue deeper between my pussy lips and sucked on my clit, driving me higher and higher for a moment, and then finally, I slowly came down from the high.

“That wasn’t hard, was it?”he taunted.

“You can put me d-down n-now,” I murmured, closing my eyes.

Still holding me in the air, he pulled me off his shoulders and dropped me right down onto his cock.

I widened my eyes and cried out, “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Fucking my mate,” he growled, slamming his hips up.

He drove himself into me over and over, pounding my pussy until I was quivering around him.Heat exploded through my core, and I gripped his muscular shoulders tightly, squeezing my eyes closed as the pressure rose quickly inside me again.

His mouth found my breast, and while this dress was semi-conservative, he still gained access to my tits through the neckline, sucking on the flesh he could find and slapping my ass like a wild, roguish animal.

“You’re mine,” he growled.“And I’ll have you how you are.”

“B-but?—”

“So, stop fucking saying shit like that,mate, because it pisses me off.”

I clenched around him and moaned softly.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Louder.”

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