Page 5 of Pregnant, Rejected and Exiled By the Lycan King (Forbidden Alpha Kings #45)
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Damon
The second she said it, Yours, something inside me broke.
Not shattered. Broke open. Split wide to reveal the most primal, instinct-driven part of me I’d spent years burying under protocol and control.
She was mine.
I surged forward and crushed my mouth to hers.
No hesitation, no restraint. Just raw hunger.
The taste of her short-circuited my brain, sweet and sharp, lips parting for me like her body already knew what her mind hadn’t caught up to yet.
I drank her in, tongue sweeping deep, claiming her mouth like it was the first part of her I’d take tonight.
She moaned into me, hips arching up to meet mine, her thighs parting in silent invitation.
I settled between them like I belonged there.
Like I hadn’t spent the last decade noticing every stolen glance, every quiet grace, pretending she didn’t exist because the alternative meant surrendering to something I couldn’t afford.
She’d always been too pure, too untouched by the darkness I carried.
A delicate flame I watched from afar, convinced even a whisper of my world would snuff her out.
I bore responsibilities that couldn’t allow indulgence, least of all with her.
But the moment her scent hit me tonight, sweet and molten with the sharp edge of heat, my wolf lost all restraint.
She wasn’t untouchable anymore. She was calling to me with every molecule of her body, and I answered with my mouth on hers, devouring the taste I’d denied myself for far too long.
Her heat poured off her in waves. I pushed the emerald dress up past her knees, past her thighs, baring her completely to my eyes.
The silk bunched at her hips while I deepened the kiss, pressing my body flush against hers so she could feel the full length of my cock, hard and straining behind the fabric.
She gasped into my mouth, her hips lifting instinctively, grinding against the ridge of me like she couldn’t get close enough.
Slick soaked through her panties and dampened the front of my slacks.
My cock throbbed at the contact, every ounce of restraint screaming, but I held the line, barely.
Her scent was everywhere, in my nose, on my tongue, driving my wolf to the edge of madness.
“Fuck, you smell like heaven,” I rasped against her skin.
I nosed along her throat, where the blood pounded just beneath delicate skin.
My mouth latched onto the place where I’d eventually mark her.
Not yet. Not tonight. But soon. I bit down, just enough to make her gasp.
“Do you even know what you’re doing to me? ”
Her voice shook, but she didn’t answer me with words again. She gasped when my teeth scraped her neck, nails suddenly raking down my back. I heard the sharp rip of fabric as her claws tore through my shirt, leaving hot lines in my skin.
My jacket was long forgotten, lying somewhere near the door, abandoned like the last shred of restraint I had left.
I didn’t realize how far gone I was for her until I heard the fabric ripping beneath my own fingers. I had shredded the bodice of her dress without thought, baring her chest, revealing the dark lace cupping her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples beneath it.
She looked fucking tempting. Fucking mine. I pinched one nipple through the lace and she moaned my name, the sound going straight to my cock.
“Look at these tits,” I rasped, voice thick with possession. “Plump and perfect. You know how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on them?”
I kissed down her throat, across her collarbone, my hands roaming lower. “And your hips, fuck, Rhea, those hips were made to be grabbed. Made to ride. Always swaying, always so fucking tempting I could barely breathe when you walked into a room.”
I moved lower, ripping more of her dress, exposing inch after inch of flushed skin.
She was completely bare to me now, aside from the two delicate scraps of black lace that covered the most intimate parts of her body, and even that left nothing to the imagination.
The sight of her like that, writhing beneath me, made something feral rise up in my chest.
I dipped my head and bit her waist, not a teasing nip this time but a claiming bite, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to taste blood, though I stopped just short of breaking skin. Her body arched into me with a gasp, her fingers fisting the sheets.
I pulled back, barely, enough to see her face. “Say what you want.”
Her lips trembled, but the words came out strong. “I want you. I want you to claim me. I can’t take it anymore.”
Her bra ripped off in a flick of my wrist, and I didn’t even care that the force of it dragged against her skin hard enough to leave a mark. Her breasts bounced free, flushed and perfect, nipples tight and begging.
My mouth latched onto one like I was starving.
I bit down, hard, and she screamed, the sound edged with pain.
Her body tensed, a whine catching in her throat.
I soothed it immediately, circling the sore peak with my tongue, licking until the pain melted into moans.
Her fingers threaded back into my hair, clutching, grounding herself, but her hips lifted toward me in silent plea.
“You’re mine,” I growled against her skin. “Every fucking inch of you.”
Her panties were soaked through, the scent of her heat thick and dizzying. I slid my hand between her legs, pressing my fingers against the wet lace. Her thighs trembled, hips grinding down on my hand.
“Dripping,” I muttered, mesmerized. “You’re fucking dripping for me.”
Her hands clutched at my shoulders, pulling me closer. “Please. Damon, please.”
I bit down on her other nipple at her words, harder this time, and her breath caught in a desperate moan. My mouth lingered there, tugging, sucking until she writhed beneath me.
Then I moved lower.
“Fuck Damon, give me more.”
Her words were all it took to snap whatever fragile leash I had on my instincts.
I tore her panties off in one vicious tug, the lace giving way with a satisfying rip that left her completely bare.
I dropped to my knees between her thighs, eyes locked on the slick, swollen heat of her.
If I was going to lose control, I was going to taste her first, claim her with my mouth before anything else.
Her pussy was glistening, raw and pink, the swollen lips parting with every breath she took.
She was unshaven, natural, the curls between her thighs a soft chestnut that matched the hair on her head.
It made her look untouched, real in a way that was somehow even more tempting.
I groaned, dragging my fingers through the edges, watching how slick clung to my skin.
She was so wet for me, so fucking ready. And she was mine.
“Look at this pussy,” I growled, spreading her thighs wider as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “So raw, so fucking pretty, all swollen and slick and begging.”
She tried to shy away, turning her face, but I caught her chin in one hand and forced her eyes back down. “No, baby. You’re going to watch me. You’re going to watch me lick every inch of you while you fall apart. This is mine now, and you’re going to see exactly how I take care of what’s mine.”
I leaned in slowly, giving her one last breath of anticipation before my tongue made contact.
A long, deliberate swipe up the center of her pussy made her hips jolt and her hands clutch the sheets.
Her taste exploded on my tongue: salt and sweetness, heat and desperation.
I groaned against her, letting my mouth settle in, tongue circling her clit in lazy, teasing strokes.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, voice trembling. “Damon… it’s too much.”
I didn’t stop. I flattened my tongue and licked her again, slower, messier this time, groaning into the heat of her. “You’ll take it. You want it, don’t you?”
She whimpered, nodding, her thighs trying to close around my head.
I shoved them back open, spreading her wide.
Then I sat back for a breath and spit right onto her pussy, watching as it landed on her swollen clit and slowly slid down her slit, mixing with the slick already coating her.
She gasped, her eyes wide, face flushed with equal parts shame and arousal.
I leaned in again and sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue until she cried out, body trembling beneath me.
“Fuck! Damon!”
Her cries spurred me on. I licked lower, sliding my tongue down to taste the wetness just inside her entrance, then back up to her clit in a smooth motion that made her hips buck.
“You’re shaking,” I murmured against her. “Already so close, aren’t you?”
Her only answer was a moan, high and broken.
I slid one finger into her, tight, wet heat squeezing around me like she was made for it. She cried out, her hands flying to my shoulders, anchoring herself. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. So fucking tight.”
I added a second finger, curling both inside her as my mouth returned to her clit. The wet sounds coming from her pussy were obscene as I thrust into her. Each stroke of my fingers coaxed a fresh gush of arousal, her body clenching around me like it was desperate for more.
“God, listen to that,” I growled, voice muffled against her. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet. I want this pussy clenching around my cock next.”
She whimpered, hips rising to meet every motion, lost to the rhythm of my fingers and tongue. She was right on the edge and I was going to push her over it, hard.
“Damon I’m oh my god I can’t-”
“You can. Come for me. Let me taste you.”
Her whole body locked up for one breathless second, then shattered. She came with a cry that echoed off the walls, thighs clamping around my head, back arching off the bed.
I didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop moving my fingers until her legs shook and her moans turned into whimpers. Only then did I pull back, licking my lips slowly.