Page 160 of Bred

Demanding lips covered mine, and I was consumed once again by a fierce kiss. It was deeper and more frenzied than before, and, this time, I found myself moving my tongue with his.

I decided I liked his tongue in my mouth…even if it did make me a harlot.

Rowan gripped my chin and turned my head, dragging his fangs over the column of my throat. "Have you laid with anyone before?" he whispered against my wet skin.

My brain went fuzzy, and I hesitated, not sure what to say. Would he be disappointed to know I didn't know how to do anything? Or did he think I was a tart? Used and ugly.

Leaning up, Rowan looked deep into my eyes, caressing the side of my throat with his thumb. "I don't care if you have. I only ask to know how to handle you."

I shied away from his intense stare, shaking my head 'no.' But a bit of pride bloomed in my chest as I realized he couldn't tell I had never kissed before. Maybe I was good at it?

Rowan smiled at the look on my face, then looked down my naked body. "Open for me." He tapped the side of my thigh. I didn't move. Why did he need to see me there? Wasn't he just supposed to put himself inside me and be done?

"Omega," his alpha tone saturated his voice, and my body instantly responded. Slick wept from my sex as my body readied to accept my mate. "Open," he commanded.

My legs fell open, and I draped an arm over my face, mortified to have him staring at me.

"So innocent," he chuckled.

Fingers traced from my collarbone down between my breasts. He stopped at the top of my sex, and my legs jerked shut, but hard hands quickly pried my knees apart, holding me painfully open. Cool air danced over my wet skin, and I shivered, too sensitive.

"Look how pretty and pink you are." His voice was so deep and gravelly. It pushed through me, slipping up and down my spine.

Then he licked me.

I squealed and shot up.

Moving quickly, he pinned my hips down as he licked me again. He lapped at my wetness, my face burning with embarrassment. This couldn't be normal. Who did this?

"You taste so good," he growled, nuzzling the inside of my thighs.

I had no idea what to say. "Thank you." Another deep chuckle left his chest, and I grimaced for saying something so stupid.

His long tongue flicked over my little nub, and my back arched far off the bed. "Oh!" I gasped. It feltverygood.

Rowan moved up my body, then pressed his wet lips to mine. My slick covered his face. It felt so dirty having it smeared all over me, but it also thrilled me to have my scent covering him. He was mine, and now everyone would know.

"Omega," he growled, his wolf distorting his voice. His eyes flashed a brilliant red as his beast inched forward, his instincts taking over. Then he pushed his tongue between my lips, forcing me to taste myself. My slick was musky and sweet. It was weird.

Something hard poked between my legs, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight.

I was scared and excited and painfully aroused all at the same time. I wanted to run away, but more than that, I wanted my alpha to take me.

The wide tip of Rowan's member caught on my entrance, then pushed just inside me. I gripped his shoulders at the burn as he stretched me. He drove in deeper, and it pinched, then stabbed. I whimpered at the sensation, but he didn't stop pushing and pushing and pushing. His thing seemed to go on forever.

His hips hit mine, and a sob burst from my throat.

"Don't move," he growled, his big body shaking over mine. Did it hurt him too?

"Is it over?" I sniffled, wanting him to take it out and leave me alone.

"I'm trying..." he snarled, his fangs so long they pushed into his bottom lip. "I'm in control," he said firmly, seeming to be talking to himself. "I won't hurt you." But he looked like he might break apart the second he moved.

My stomach cramped hard, and I let out a pained whine. "Rowan. Please," I begged, not sure what I was asking for, but I knew he could give it to me, whatever it was. "Alpha."

As if snapping out of a trance, Rowan pulled his thing out of me, then the shock of pain returned as he entered me again. I dug my nails into his biceps as he did it again and again. It hurt so bad and felt so good at the same time. It was all so confusing. Why did I like it?

His thick muscles bulged as he held himself over me, settling into a steady rhythm. He slid in and out. Slowly, the burn lessened, and I was able to breathe. Angling his hips, Rowan hit something so deep and wonderful inside me. I gasped loudly. Then I moaned.