Page 47 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha
“I don’t want you to go,” I whisper, finally happy to hear the truth from his lips. “I’ve waited years to learn why you pushed me away and why you were so mean to me. Now that I hear it, hear the regret in your voice, I think we can slowly rebuild our relationship, whatever that may be,” I say.
Julian pulls away, his fingers lifting my chin so we’re staring at each other. Shock and unbridled love and lust shine in his eyes, and I take a deep breath, inhaling his spicy mango scent.
“You’ll give me a chance?” he asks, hope lacing his lust-filled voice.
“One chance,” I state, my voice a breathy whisper. “If you blow it, it’s over for good,” I continue, only for my words to be cut short as Julian slams his lips onto mine in a heated kiss filled with passion and possessiveness.
I moan as he rolls us over so that he is on top of me, my legs spread on either side of his hips. He slowly grinds into me, his cock straining against his pants. Without thinking, I reach down, unzipping them and freeing his engorged appendage from its prison.
“Hannah,” he moans my name against my lips, his tongue flicking along the seam. I part my lips, feeling his tongue slip inside and tangle with mine as the kiss deepens. His lips leave mine without warning, and I take this moment to gasp for air as Julian trails kisses down my neck, leaving sparks of pleasure in his wake. The flames of my heat fuel my lust for the man above me, and his kisses and gentle nips leave me wanting more.
His path leads him between my legs, his tongue flicking along the slit of my pussy, eliciting a long moan from my lips. He growls in approval, the sound so deep that it rumbles against my heated skin, and I can’t help but crave more from him. Julian flicks his tongue inside me, lapping up the juices that pool out of me. His hot breath fans the flames of my desire, and I arch my back, wanting him to take more of me.
“Please,” I whimper, unable to endure it as every inch of me feels like I am on fire.
“I need more,” Julian growls at my words, his tongue leaving my cunt to swirl around the bundle of nerves that craves his attention.
I jump in surprise, Julian pinning my hips down as he devours me like a starving man, flicking his tongue over my clit again and again until one last flick has me coming undone. I scream as the orgasm rips through me, the flames receding into my core as Julian’s tongue moves from my bundle of nerves to my slit, lapping at my cum. The haze blocking my vision clears as I come down from my orgasm, and I gasp for breath.
“Do you still want more?” Julian asks, kissing his way up my body until he is snugly fit between my legs, the tip of his cock slowly rubbing against my swollen pussy.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, earning a smirk from the man above me.
“Good, because I need you, Hannah.” With that, he thrusts into me, his cock slowly filling me as he pushes deep inside.
My eyes flutter shut as a moan of pleasure escapes my lips, matching Julian’s groan. He stops once he is buried to the hilt, grinding against me and making me gasp. His lips are back on mine, and I taste myself on them as his tongue pushes past my lips, caressing the inside of my mouth.
“You’re soaking wet,” he groans as the kiss ends, still grinding into me with his length buried inside my pussy.
“I know,” I say, my hands finding his hair. I tug on his soft locks, eliciting a moan from his lips. Then he moves, pulling himself out of me, leaving just the tip inside before slamming hard and fast into me once more. My bedroom becomes filled with the sounds of carnal fucking, of flesh slapping against flesh, of moans, screams, and growls of possessiveness.
The flames of my heat take over until all that remains is the urge to be filled and claimed by the man above me. Julian’s cock hits just the right spot over and over again, bringing me to, and over the edge of orgasm once, twice, three times as his lips suck and kiss my skin, leaving what I know will be hickeys in their wake.
“Hannah, I am forming a knot,” he groans into my neck, his canines scraping against my skin. I feel the familiar pressure of his knot plugging the entrance of my cunt as his thrusts become frantic. The sensation of being full creates a new kind of pleasure that has my walls spasming, clenching, and squeezing the large cock inside me until Julian lets out a roar, his head moving to clamp onto the pillow beside me as warmth spreads inside my pussy in short bursts.
We ride out each other’s orgasms, the flames of my heat extinguishing to small embers.
“Hannah, I won’t be able to pull out for a while,” Julian says with a groan, his cock twitching inside me.
“I know,” I reply, my voice low and filled with exhaustion.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve felt the effects of your rut.” Julian sighs, his body pressing into mine for a brief moment before he rolls us over, leaving me lying on top of him. His fingers draw lazy circles on my back, relaxing my already exhausted body.
“I don’t want to sleep anymore,” I say through a yawn, Julian chuckling underneath me and sending pleasure through my body once more.
“Then don’t,” he whispers, pressing a kiss on top of my head.
“We can do more than just sleep.”
48
Hannah
Small kisses on my shoulder bring me from my slumber. My body, although sore, no longer feels the pain of heat coursing through me. The kisses continue to move along my skin from my shoulder to my neck, and I smile, turning over to find Julian above me, his green eyes clear of the lust caused by his rut.
“Good morning,” he whispers, pulling me into his arms, and I flick away a feather from his shoulder, one of many scattered about my room from him choosing to bite the pillows instead of placing a mate mark on my neck.
“Good morning,” I whisper back, breathing in his scent. It no longer smells like spicy mangoes; instead, it has returned to normal.
