Page 8 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #52)
Hannah
The feeling of a tongue lapping at my pussy wakes me from my deep sleep, the slow, deliberate movements making me needy with lust. I groan; the pleasure of someone eating me out makes me spread my legs further for more.
“You’re awake, my mate,” a deep, feral voice says, his hot breath against my flesh making me shiver.
“Good, I need more of you.” Before I can comprehend what is said, my body is flipped onto my stomach, and rough yet gentle hands lift my ass into the air.
The scent of mangoes fills my nose, and I shiver as the aroma envelops me, affecting me like a strong aphrodisiac.
Before I can say anything to King Julian, his cock is thrust into my sore pussy, and he lets out a feral growl of pleasure.
His body leans against mine, his hands on either side of me, gripping the comforter covering the bed.
His nails have turned into claws and are shredding the bed as he fucks me from behind.
There is no gentle lovemaking like I imagined my first—well, second—time to be, just the pure urge to mate.
He kisses along my neck, his canines grazing against my skin and causing pleasurable tingles to erupt inside me.
I cry out his name as I press further into the bed, lifting my ass higher so that he can fuck me harder and deeper.
My walls twitch with each thrust, the building pleasure bringing me closer to the edge.
King Julian growls in approval at my actions, one hand moving from the shredded comforter to wrap around my waist and hold me in place.
His thrusts become wild and bucking, his cock twitching and throbbing inside me.
His heavy balls slap against my skin, and the sounds of our moans and flesh slapping against flesh fill the room.
The tip of his cock hits deep inside me, pressing what I can only describe as a button that makes me come undone.
My walls shake as I orgasm, squeezing King Julian’s cock as he continues to fuck me harder and faster until he lets out a growl so ferocious, so feral and filled with pleasure, that it shakes the walls and windows.
He thrusts into me, his cock twitching until the feeling of warmth from his seed spilling inside me settles.
Pressure at the entrance to my sore cunt stops him from moving as his knot forms once again, locking me in place.
He grinds against me, making me mewl with both pain and pleasure.
His body collapses onto mine, both of us breathing heavily as he continues to fill me.
“Such a good little mate,” he praises, dragging his tongue along my heated flesh from my shoulder to my ear. “So submissive with the perfect body waiting to bear my heir,” he continues.
I shiver, something inside me stirring at the praise.
My body is exhausted from the raw fucking, and all I can do is manage to stay awake as King Julian kisses my skin while still deep inside me.
His knot throbs every so often, sending another strand of cum shooting inside me.
The warmth is comforting, lulling me back to sleep, but I fight it, wanting to look at my mate to see if he can recognize me, Hannah, as his mate.
But I yawn instead, my body sore and tired, unable to handle being conscious for much longer.
“Sleep, little mate,” King Julian orders, moving my hair to the side.
“My rut is not over, and you need to keep your strength up to accept every inch of me when I need your body.” With his command, my eyelids grow heavy, and my body soon follows suit.
“When this is all over, I will mark you in front of the pack and show them my queen.”
His words comfort me as sleep takes over, and the last thing I feel as I fall asleep is Julian grinding into me as another burst of cum shoots deep into my pussy.