Page 11 of Alpha's Exiled Mate

“Drenched already?” I asked, dragging a finger along her wet slit.

She jolted, a soft cry escaping her lips before her nails dragged along my arms.

“You’re aching for it, aren’t you?” I continued teasing, circling her clit with the pressure of a man who knew exactly what he was doing and what my princess needed. “And youhaven’t even tasted what it’s like to have me buried so deep inside you, that you forget your own name.”

She squirmed. “P-Perock…”

My name on her lips?

It made my heart fucking stutter.

It was fucking glorious and I needed more of it.

“I want to hear that again,” I barked, all restraint evaporating within me.

I wanted her. Goddess and I wanted her right now. “Moan it this time.”

She bit her lip, trying to hold back but I didn’t give her the choice. I slid one thick finger between her folds, and her body arched off the mattress.“Perock—ah!”

“Good girl,” I snarled, curling my finger inside her slowly. “Now beg me.”

“Wh-what?” she whispered, wide-eyed.

I leaned down, lips brushing hers, my breath hot. “Beg me to make you mine. To split you open and claim what’s mine. To stretch your tight little cunt until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Her breath hitched, and that fear in her gaze was joined by something darker… want.

“I-I want—please…” she whimpered, hips rolling helplessly.

“Say it.”

“Please… fuck me.”

That broke me.I slid another finger inside her, watching her hips buck as she rode me for her orgasm. One I happily gave her to prepare her for what was coming.

I settled between her legs, and she opened her eyes, panting.

“M-More, please.”

I pressed the blunt head of my cock to her soaked entrance, she banded her hands around my neck, inviting me in without a clue of how much her scent, her eyes, and her pretty pussy drew me in.

“This will hurt, little virgin,” I warned her, holding her hips steady. “But you’ll take it. Every inch. You’ll thank me for it.”

She nodded, and I took her lips.

Then I thrust forward slowly but unrelentingly, inch by inch until her tight heat clamped around me in a vise grip.

She cried in our kiss, and I ate those cries.

She moaned against my lips, my wolf got off on that.

I wrapped my hand around her throat, claiming her, like how her pussy was staking a claim on me and the bond between us? I felt it, tight as a coil about to snap.

“Fuck,” I grunted, sweat breaking along my spine. “You’re so tight… so fucking perfect, princess. You feel good. So good.”

She gripped my shoulders harder, nails sinking in, her legs wrapping around my waist without realizing it.

I gave her a moment. Just one.