Page 47 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #52)
Hannah
“What’s wrong, Julian?” I ask, my voice a soft whimper. I take a deep breath, the flames inside me licking at my body with such intensity that it’s hard to breathe. I thought Julian being here would help; Goddess knows his fingers gave me some reprieve after he brought me to orgasm.
“My rut came,” he answers, his voice restrained with pain. “And it’s growing unbearably painful.” As if to prove his point, his cock that has been restrained in his pants twitches against my stomach, and I gasp, the small movement bringing sparks of pleasure.
How could I not notice the change in his scent while I slept? It’s grown spicier and hotter with his oncoming rut.
“I need to let you go so that I don’t do something we will regret,” he chokes out, his body shaking and his arms tightening around me.
His bare skin on mine both heats and cools my body, reminding me that although the bond is broken, we are still mates.
He is mine whether I like it or not, and it’s proof that he stayed loyal to his mate by the fact I never felt the pain of him fucking another she-wolf.
“I can’t keep holding you with my rut taking over, or it will be like your eighteenth birthday five years ago,” he continues, breathing in my scent.
He shudders and moans, the sound flicking a switch that turns me on and causes a pool of liquid to seep out of me.
“I don’t want you unless you say I can have you.
” His words make my stomach flutter, like butterflies dancing inside me.
Julian wants me for me, but I have a say in whether he has me or not.
“Why did you believe those rumors about me?” I decide to ask the one question that has been on my mind since I was sixteen when Julian started becoming cold toward me. I feel him stiffen, feel his unease.
“I didn’t believe them at first,” he answers, his lips pressed to the top of my head.
“I ignored them, thinking that the rumors about you wanting the luna queen position were false, and then I got my rut a few months later.” He groans, grinding his hips into me, making me shudder and suppress a moan.
I needed to hear his answer. “You were there in my room when it happened, so close to me that I panicked, wondering if you would take advantage of me. You were only sixteen, and I did not want to have the label of sleeping with a minor on my head.” He kisses my head, the touch gentle and soft, making me shiver with little bursts of pleasure.
“In my haze, the rumors became truth, and that’s when I started pushing you away. ”
“I stayed with you until Fabian came. Then I left, knowing you were saving yourself for your mate,” I state, closing my eyes as the memory of that day resurfaces. “I was only there until Fabian came. Then I left as soon as he came to your room to take care of you,” I say, sadness creeping in.
“I know. Fabian told me as much, but in my rut-crazed mind, I felt like the rumors of you wanting to be luna queen were true in that moment. I pushed you away because of that and because I trusted rumors more than I trusted the woman assigned to protect me, the one whose parents gave their lives for me. I’m sorry.
I am so sorry I was an idiot for believing in lies and rumors.
I should have nipped them in the bud before they grew.
” His sincere apology is followed by a groan of pain, and once again, I find him grinding against me.
His cock has grown in the few minutes he spent answering my question, and I know he must be in immense pain.
“Hannah, I need to go before I fuck you into oblivion. I know you don’t want that,” he whimpers, inhaling sharply.
“I don’t want you to go,” I whisper, finally happy to hear the truth from his lips. “I’ve waited years to learn why you pushed me away and why you were so mean to me. Now that I hear it, hear the regret in your voice, I think we can slowly rebuild our relationship, whatever that may be,” I say.
Julian pulls away, his fingers lifting my chin so we’re staring at each other. Shock and unbridled love and lust shine in his eyes, and I take a deep breath, inhaling his spicy mango scent.
“You’ll give me a chance?” he asks, hope lacing his lust-filled voice.
“One chance,” I state, my voice a breathy whisper. “If you blow it, it’s over for good,” I continue, only for my words to be cut short as Julian slams his lips onto mine in a heated kiss filled with passion and possessiveness.
I moan as he rolls us over so that he is on top of me, my legs spread on either side of his hips. He slowly grinds into me, his cock straining against his pants. Without thinking, I reach down, unzipping them and freeing his engorged appendage from its prison.
“Hannah,” he moans my name against my lips, his tongue flicking along the seam.
I part my lips, feeling his tongue slip inside and tangle with mine as the kiss deepens.
His lips leave mine without warning, and I take this moment to gasp for air as Julian trails kisses down my neck, leaving sparks of pleasure in his wake.
The flames of my heat fuel my lust for the man above me, and his kisses and gentle nips leave me wanting more.
His path leads him between my legs, his tongue flicking along the slit of my pussy, eliciting a long moan from my lips.
He growls in approval, the sound so deep that it rumbles against my heated skin, and I can’t help but crave more from him.
Julian flicks his tongue inside me, lapping up the juices that pool out of me.
His hot breath fans the flames of my desire, and I arch my back, wanting him to take more of me.
“Please,” I whimper, unable to endure it as every inch of me feels like I am on fire.
“I need more,” Julian growls at my words, his tongue leaving my cunt to swirl around the bundle of nerves that craves his attention.
I jump in surprise, Julian pinning my hips down as he devours me like a starving man, flicking his tongue over my clit again and again until one last flick has me coming undone.
I scream as the orgasm rips through me, the flames receding into my core as Julian’s tongue moves from my bundle of nerves to my slit, lapping at my cum.
The haze blocking my vision clears as I come down from my orgasm, and I gasp for breath.
“Do you still want more?” Julian asks, kissing his way up my body until he is snugly fit between my legs, the tip of his cock slowly rubbing against my swollen pussy.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, earning a smirk from the man above me.
“Good, because I need you, Hannah.” With that, he thrusts into me, his cock slowly filling me as he pushes deep inside.
My eyes flutter shut as a moan of pleasure escapes my lips, matching Julian’s groan. He stops once he is buried to the hilt, grinding against me and making me gasp. His lips are back on mine, and I taste myself on them as his tongue pushes past my lips, caressing the inside of my mouth.
“You’re soaking wet,” he groans as the kiss ends, still grinding into me with his length buried inside my pussy.
“I know,” I say, my hands finding his hair.
I tug on his soft locks, eliciting a moan from his lips.
Then he moves, pulling himself out of me, leaving just the tip inside before slamming hard and fast into me once more.
My bedroom becomes filled with the sounds of carnal fucking, of flesh slapping against flesh, of moans, screams, and growls of possessiveness.
The flames of my heat take over until all that remains is the urge to be filled and claimed by the man above me.
Julian’s cock hits just the right spot over and over again, bringing me to, and over the edge of orgasm once, twice, three times as his lips suck and kiss my skin, leaving what I know will be hickeys in their wake.
“Hannah, I am forming a knot,” he groans into my neck, his canines scraping against my skin.
I feel the familiar pressure of his knot plugging the entrance of my cunt as his thrusts become frantic.
The sensation of being full creates a new kind of pleasure that has my walls spasming, clenching, and squeezing the large cock inside me until Julian lets out a roar, his head moving to clamp onto the pillow beside me as warmth spreads inside my pussy in short bursts.
We ride out each other’s orgasms, the flames of my heat extinguishing to small embers.
“Hannah, I won’t be able to pull out for a while,” Julian says with a groan, his cock twitching inside me.
“I know,” I reply, my voice low and filled with exhaustion.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve felt the effects of your rut.” Julian sighs, his body pressing into mine for a brief moment before he rolls us over, leaving me lying on top of him. His fingers draw lazy circles on my back, relaxing my already exhausted body.
“I don’t want to sleep anymore,” I say through a yawn, Julian chuckling underneath me and sending pleasure through my body once more.
“Then don’t,” he whispers, pressing a kiss on top of my head.
“We can do more than just sleep.”