Page 40 of Rejected by My Shadow Alpha (Mate to the Fallen #1)

My mind clouded over, my fingers slipping down my body to soothe the ache his brief absence had left within me.

He closed the distance between us in record speed, forcing my hands off my body and above my head, levering himself above me.

“Mine,” He growled almost warningly and I just folded, a helpless pleading whimper leaving me.

He gripped my leg, spreading me wide open beneath him and I felt the head of his cock nudge between my drenched lower lips. I moved my hips, trying to get him into me, and a low groan left his lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet—”

His voice cut off in a strangled, hungry sound that had my nipples tightening with need as he stroked his thick shaft, rubbing his head up and down along my slit, coating himself in my juices.

I bit back a whimper of need and desperation, matching his movements and rubbing myself harder against him. A possessive growl rippled from his throat as he gripped my hip tighter, his cock pushing against my opening.

I tensed, feeling the burn and knowing taking him was going to hurt, but I was too aroused, too full of need, and on edge to pull away.

As though he could sense my distress, he released my hands, leaning in, dropping soft, lingering, soothing kisses across my lips, my chin, my nape, his thumb still stroking my clit as he slowly pressed into me.

Goddess, he was large.

“It's too much… I can't…” I sobbed, trembling in his arms wanting, needing, yet unable to take any more.

“Breathe,” He whispered, his voice rough and soothing as he kissed the tears off my cheek. “Breathe for me.”

I couldn’t respond. Couldn't do anything other than breathe and clutch at his shoulders like I was falling and he was the only thing keeping me tethered.

His thumb found my sensitive clit, rubbing, teasing, flicking until I was a quivering mess.

Too much — too good — not enough—

His hips rolled, slow, patient, and I felt every inch of him, every shudder he barely held back.

My body trembled, strained… my hips moving unthinkingly, letting him ease further in.

"Fuck," he grunted. "You feel—”

Lost to my pleasure, I whimpered, groaned, panted, and moaned like an animal in heat, my nails clawing at his back and arms as I fought between my twin urges to pull away and tug him even closer and take him harder.

He was in my blood, under my skin, he was everywhere—

“More,” I begged. “Please—”

Pleasure interwoven with the pain as he acceded to my demands, slowly thrust within me, gradually conquering every inch of me until I found myself urging him on with small hip thrusts that pushed him even deeper.

He grunted, his golden gaze finding mine. I traced my fingers down the panes of his face, unable to help myself, and he leaned into my touch, those beautiful eyes falling shut momentarily as though he'd been more undone by that single touch than anything we'd done so far.

I buried my fingers in his hair, his nose nuzzling against my nape as he inhaled my scent almost desperately.

When he pulled back, an almost imperceptible change seemed to come over him, his grip on my hips shifting and when he thrusted in at this new angle, my eyes rolled back as decadent pleasure pulled me under.

His strokes were deeper now, more urgent and harder, too, as he dominated me, stirring every single sensitive spot within me, driving me wild.

I cried, pleaded, shuddered, and sobbed, feeling like I was going to lose my mind as a pressure built within me. I quivered around him, my lips falling open as I panted, my entire body on the precipice.

“Mine,” He whispered, kissing every expanse of my skin he could reach. “You’re all mine.”

“Yes… yes…" I gasped, meeting him, chasing that dizzying, blinding edge.

His gaze locked onto me as those words left me, and the climax ripped through me without any warning, making me arch against him, raw and broken. he followed barely a heartbeat later, crashing into me with a low, shattered cry and the entire world seemed to fall away in that moment.

When I came back to myself, he was cradling me against himself firmly yet so carefully as though I might fracture.

He kissed away the tears I barely even noticed, licked my sweat, and took my lips between his like he was trying to claim every part of me.

“You won't leave,” His voice was a hoarse whisper tinged with an old pain I didn't understand. “Stay… choose me…”

Something clenched and unclenched in my chest and I held on to him a bit tighter.

“I won't leave.”

I stirred awake in my bed, sore and inexplicably tired, the bright morning sunlight filtering through my window.

The feeling of cool air against my bare skin was rather surprising since I always wore clothes to bed.

I turned half asleep and—

My hand made contact with the body next to mine and my eyes sprang open.

I stared at the sleeping dark-haired stranger in my bed, memories of the previous night flooding my mind as if they belonged to someone else.

I wasn't in my room.

I was in a hotel room.

Completely naked.

With a stranger.

A stranger I'd just lost my virginity to.

What on earth had I just done?