Page 10 of Alpha's Exiled Mate

Her skin was warm, impossibly soft, and when I touched her, she shivered, a faint tremor that sent a pulse of heat through me. She didn’t pull away, but her breath quickened, her body taut with suppressed fear.

I know that she was forcing herself to endure this.

To fulfill her role.

But she didn't understand that her quiet surrender ignited something in me—a hunger I hadn’t expected.

Her initial stiffness melted as I drew closer, her body yielding under my touch. She tried to control her breathing. As I moved nearer, a soft tremor ran through her, and a low, involuntary gasp escaped her throat. That sound, raw and unguarded, set my blood aflame. I tugged the veil away, revealing her face at last.

And there she was.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath too shallow for my ears not to pick up. Her lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks, and those eyes? Those tragically beautiful green eyes were wide and uncertain and more than that they shone with the same fear I’d smelled from her earlier.

The same fear that was thrumming my desire and making my wolf want to dive past the edge of sanity. Fuck, was she beautiful and I simply couldn’t resist wanting all that beauty for my eyes only.

“You’re trembling,” I said, my voice low and rough as I let my knuckles trace the curve of her delicate jaw. “Are you afraid of me?”

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to. It was written all over her. Her body was taut as a bowstring, drawn tight both with anticipation and dread. Whatever emotions surged within me, the ones I couldn’t understand, she must have felt them a hundredfold.

I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her sinfully full bottom lip. The action alone was enough to drive my blood allthe way south and for her. Let’s just say my princess hadn’t been touched by another man. She didn’t look like it and the thought of that not only made the blood in my veins hot but also made my wolf want to claim her right there and then.

“Good,” I murmured, stepping into her space, my chest nearly brushing her visible nipples that were begging for the littlest of touch. “You should be.”

Her gasp was barely audible, but it vibrated right through to me.

“You’ve no idea what kind of man married you tonight,” I continued, my voice a velvet growl as I wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her flush against me. “But you’ll learn, princess. Tonight, you’ll learn exactly what it means to belong to me.”

She whimpered and Goddess, that sound. It was the kind of sound men would go crazy over. The kind of sound that made my wolf want to rip itself from my skin from the desire that consumed and spit me out raw. I’d get more of those sounds tonight. With my fingers, cock, mouth, whatever I could to make my bride happy.

My cock surged against the tight constraints of my pants, already straining for release and an into her but that could wait. I needed to see all of her, not just her breasts.

Dragging her backward until her knees hit the bed, I laid her down like a gift I intended to unwrap slowly… cruelly… completely and wholly.

Watching her lay on my bed, naked save for the panties cupping her sex, I took off my clothes one by one. Every time a piece of my clothing fell to the floor, my princess sat up on her elbows, eyes wide with curiosity as they latched on every part of my skin that got exposed to light.

Her eyes felt like a real caress, her gaze slicking down my chest, my arms, to my abs. Being admired by women was onething; being admired by Viossi, however, was another. It was fucking breathtaking.

The minute I got rid of my pants, my hard cock springing in mid-air just from seeing her naked alone, my princess’ eyes dilated. Want, desire, need, it was all written on those emerald orbs and I promised to deliver.

Leaning over her, my body caging hers, palms braced on either side of her head, my hand slowly traveled down her neck, down the side of her right breast, past her thin waist and to the material that needed to be gone. My fingers gripped the edge of her panties and I tore them away from what was mine.

She didn’t dare look away. Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, her nipples already pebbling from the chilled air or my attention—it might have been both.

“I’ll ruin you for anyone else,” I whispered against the shell of her ear. “You’ll beg me to stop, and then beg me not to.”

Her thighs pressed together. I smiled.

“Open them,” I commanded, my voice all steel.

She hesitated. For a minute. And that told me what she liked. She liked getting dominated. It set her off the same way I liked hearing her submissive whimpers.

I growled again. “Don’t make me ask again, princess.”

Her legs parted, giving me access to what I craved.

I looked down, committing her pink glistening pussy to mind before I cupped her.