Page 92 of Stalked By the Alphas
Even that thought doesn’t stop me from dragging him closer by his shirt and cupping the back of his neck to deepen the kiss.
The growl from his chest vibrates through me, and it sends a gush of slick straight to my pussy. He inhales deeply, and I purr wildly, losing myself in this moment—this one moment where I’m not thinking about anything except what the omega wants.
It’s freeing.
Completely liberating and I will hate myself later for giving in, but right now, I don’t even care.
Zach pushes my knickers aside and fumbles with his pants. He pulls his cock out and presses it to me, lifting me easily. “Hazel…”
“Do it,” I demand and the shock on his face at my tone almost makes him stop.
Almost.
In the next second, he drives into me with one thrust, impaling me on his hard dick that I coat with enough slick to make a slurping noise as he burieshimself even deeper with a groan of such need, such craving.
The feeling of Zach inside me is exquisite. My body responds instantly, clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash over me. For a moment, I forget everything - the betrayal, the hurt, the anger. All I can focus on is the perfect sensation of being filled so completely.
Zach’s forehead rests against mine as he starts to move, slow, deep thrusts that make me gasp. “Hazel,” he breathes, his voice reverent. “God, I love you so much.”
“Zach,” I pant and tighten my legs around his waist.
He groans and slams into me, forcefully, possessively, and it speaks to the omega inside me.
A purr escapes me, which starts deep down in my soul, and I let it out, seeing how his eyes darken with desire when he hears it.
“Fuck, Hazel. I’m so sorry?—”
I place my fingers over his lips. “Shh. Just feel, Zach.”
His gaze floods with love, and we stare deeply into each other’s eyes as he fucks me steadily against the wall in my office, in my bookshop with Delia and customers right outside.
Somehow, that makes it even more exciting.
My clit twitches, and my pussy clenches around him. He growls, low and deep, gripping my hips as he pounds into me, faster now. Harder.
I gasp as my climax hits me, and I tremble in his arms, my pussy squeezing his cock tightly. I’ve neverfelt anything like it before, and I want more. I want to feel this again. This is how it should be. Not forced, not with a vibrator, not in the middle of my heat when I don’t know it’s real.
This.
This right here is how it should be.
Tears fill my eyes as everything I’ve lost crashes down on me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop moving over Zach’s cock, chasing another orgasm. It’s like my brain has left my body, and all that’s left is my soul, demanding more. So much more.
“Hazel,” Zach croaks and stiffens in my arms. He shoots his load and knots me, stretching my pussy enough to take my breath away. This isn’t a full knot, but fuck, it feels like it was made just for me. My clit pulsates madly at the sensation, and I come again, covering him with slick.
The reality of what we’ve just done crashes over me as Zach’s knot begins to deflate. My legs are shaky as he gently lowers me to the ground, his hands lingering on my hips as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go completely.
“Hazel, I—” he starts, but I cut him off.
“Don’t,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Just... don’t say anything.”
I smooth down my dress with trembling hands, avoiding Zach’s gaze. What have I done? After everything that’s happened, how could I let myself give in like this?
“We should talk about this,” Zach says softly.
I shake my head vehemently. “There’s nothing to talk about. This was a mistake.”
The hurt that flashes across his face makes my chest ache, but I push that feeling aside. I can’t let myself be swayed by his pain, not when I’m still grappling with my own.
