Page 6 of Pregnant, Rejected and Exiled By the Lycan King (Forbidden Alpha Kings #45)

“You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted. And I’m not done yet.”

I pushed up from between her thighs, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her onto her stomach in one quick motion. “On your knees. Now.”

She gasped but obeyed, legs trembling as she rose up onto all fours, ass in the air, flushed and glistening.

I stood and tore off the remnants of my ruined shirt, then shoved down my slacks and briefs in one impatient motion.

My cock sprang free, heavy and hard, the head already flushed dark with need.

“I should be making you choke on this first,” I growled, stroking a hand down the length of it, watching her pussy clench at the sound. “But your pussy’s been begging for me all fucking night. And I’m going to give it exactly what it wants.”

She whimpered, arching back slightly, and my hand landed on her ass with a sharp smack.

“Don’t move. You’re going to feel every inch of this. No running. No hiding. You take it like the perfect little omega you are.”

I gripped the base of my cock, guiding it down between her thighs, dragging the head slowly through her soaked folds. Her juices clung to me, coating me in a sheen of heat and want. I paused at her entrance, pressing just the tip against her, not entering, just teasing.

“So wet for me already,” I murmured, eyes locked on the way her pussy kissed the crown of my cock. “Begging for it.”

She whined, pushing back instinctively, but I held her hips firm.

“Not yet. You’re going to feel me break you open, inch by fucking inch.”

I eased forward, the tip breaching the tight ring of her entrance. The pressure was intense, hot and snug and trembling around me. The soft squelch of her body stretching to take me filled the room, filthy and perfect. Her body shook beneath my hands.

“Fuck, you feel that? How tight you are? Gripping me like you never want to let go.”

She let out a sound that should have been a moan, but it cracked at the end, high-pitched and strangled. My brow furrowed. Something wasn’t right.

Her whole body was trembling beneath me, her breaths coming in quick, shallow pants. I paused, one hand still gripping her hip, the other bracing against the bed. The muscles in her back were tight, not with pleasure, but with tension. Not arousal. Pain.

My heart dropped.

“Rhea...”

She didn’t respond, only let out another small whimper that made my stomach twist. I began to pull back, guilt already blooming in my chest, but her voice stopped me cold.

“No don’t,” she whispered, breathless but firm. Her hips pressed back into mine, seeking me with a quiet desperation that broke me open all over again. That single movement, so fragile and fierce, was a plea I couldn’t ignore.

I froze, her slick heat still wrapped tight around me, her body clenching like it didn’t want to let me go. Slowly, I leaned forward to glance at her face.

Tears still shimmered in her eyes, but there was determination there too. She was hurting, yes, but she wanted this. Wanted me. And that knowledge made me ache in a whole different way.

“You’ve never...”

A tiny nod confirmed what I already knew. My cock throbbed inside her, surrounded by her heat, but lust gave way to something sharper, something that wrapped around my ribs and squeezed.

“Fuck,” I whispered. My voice was rough, but the anger was for myself. I should have known. I should have noticed the way her body clenched, not from need, but from trying to accommodate me.

I lowered myself over her back, pressing my mouth to her shoulder, my voice softer now. “I should’ve been gentler. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered, her voice thin but certain. “I want this. I want you.”

God, she was brave. And fucking mine.

“I don’t want you to go easy on me.”

I stilled, her words lancing straight through the last fragile layer of restraint I had. “You sure about that, omega? Because if I give you what I’ve been holding back... I’m not going to stop.”

She pushed her hips back into me again, firmer this time. “Then don’t. Fuck me like you mean it.”

My growl came from someplace low and primal, reverberating in my chest. “You asked for it.”

I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her, deeper, harder. The sound of skin meeting skin cracked through the room. She let out a strangled moan, then another, louder this time, less pain, more need.

“That’s it,” I snarled. “You take it so fucking well. Look at you, already dripping around my cock.”

Her moans turned rhythmic, matching the pace of my thrusts. I found my rhythm and she followed, hips pushing back to meet me stroke for stroke. Her body molded to mine like it had been waiting for this, for me.

“So fucking tight,” I gritted out, sweat beading at my temples as I drove into her. “You’re mine, Rhea. Mine to ruin. Mine to worship.”

The heat between us didn’t just build, it combusted.

The deeper I thrust, the more it flared, like the friction of our bodies had ignited something beneath the surface of our skin.

But this wasn’t just fire. This was something molten and ancient, spreading through my chest and spine like liquid gold.

My senses overloaded. Her scent, her voice, her tight, perfect heat clenching around me, it all fused into one overwhelming rush that drowned everything else out.

I could feel her heart beating in time with mine, not just beneath her skin, but inside me.

Each moan she gave fed directly into my bloodstream, like her pleasure was the only thing that kept me alive.

She gasped beneath me, going still for a second, but it wasn’t from pain. It was from the shock of feeling it too.

Her walls fluttered around my cock like her body recognized me on a level deeper than flesh. My hands gripped her tighter, pulling her back onto each stroke, unable to stop the way my hips snapped forward with more force, more need.

Everything felt heightened. The drag of my cock inside her made my nerves spark. Her slick, the soft give of her thighs, the curve of her back beneath my hands, every detail seared into my awareness.

I wasn’t just inside her. I was fusing with her.

My jaw clenched. A groan ripped from my throat as that tightness wrapped itself around my spine, pulling, demanding, claiming. It was like the world was narrowing to one point, where we touched, where we joined, where the truth of us ignited.

My chest ached. Not from exertion, but from the pressure swelling in every part of me. Her. Us. The force of what we were becoming.

This was not just sex. This was power flooding my veins. A pull I felt beneath the skin, under every layer of flesh and bone. It dragged at my soul until I could not deny what had taken root between us.

I felt her pulse in mine. Every thrust, every sound she made poured through me like fire. I had never known a connection like this. My body had claimed others. My hands had taken. My mouth had branded. But this was permanence. This was irreversible.

She was mine.

Not as a conquest. Not as territory. But as the single truth that now defined my existence. Nothing could sever it. No distance, no time, no force in this world. It was already done.

She was my mate.

And I would never let her go.

The knowledge came like lightning. Not gentle or slow.

Blinding. Instant. I would kill for her.

Die for her. Rebuild the world if it meant keeping her in it.

There was no version of reality that did not have her wrapped in my arms, tethered to me with this primal bond.

She was the ache I had carried long before I ever saw her clearly.

The hollow ache in my chest that no power ever soothed.

She was the answer to questions I never knew I was asking.

My wolf had chased power. Chased victory. But he had only ever been hungry for her. Now I had her. And still I could not stop. I could not slow down. I would never pull away.

Because I had never felt anything like her. And I never would again.