Page 40 of Rejected Alpha Mate

From the moment I met him, I felt my body responding to his touch, even if he only shook my hand. It hasn’t changed, and when his lips meet mine like a lullaby that soothes me while he lays me on the bed with gentle strength, it’s not just my body that reacts, but my heart, too.

Our next movements are unrushed but fluid as we work in tandem, following a soft rhythm of primal desire to remove our clothes between kisses until we’re both naked, our bodies bathed in the warm, ambient yellow light from the lamp on his nightstand. Nicholas doesn’t remove his eyes from mine as he settles beside me, one hand resting on my hip as he gently draws me to face him. Our lips meet again, slowly at first until his hand slides to the apex of my thighs, and my breath hitches in my throat.

Nicholas breaks the kiss to stare into my eyes with orbs glossed over with unfiltered lust, dark and comprising all the feelings hanging on the tip of his tongue—feelings that pulse through my heart because of the mate bond.

Like an invisible thread ties our souls together, our bodies follow when his fingers find my slick-coated folds. I instantly react, squirming and moaning and letting the final restraints slip away.

“Oh, my Goddess…oh, Nick…” I pray through moans as his skillful fingers do magical things to my bundle of nerves, things that send heat and sensation through my body, leaving me stimulated, tingling, and wanting more.

I want everything.

I throw my head back against the pillows when a single finger slides between my folds, searching for my aching hole while the apple of his palm rubs a loose circle on my clit. But once his finger slides into my core, he applies enough pressure to send me over the edge of my existence.

My arms come flying up to grab his shoulders, nails biting into the taut flesh cloaking his muscles. Our eyes meet when I draw my head back up, and his bottom lip hangs heavy, plump, and tempting.

I feel like I’m going to explode, so I crush my lips to his, desperately needing to cling to his breath as the ministrations of his fingers bring me closer to the edge of climax. When it’s about to come, the knot that pulls tight in the pit of my belly jostles my body in a way that has me curling toward him, my leg draping over his hip as his hand continues delivering pleasure to my core.

“Nick…Nick!” My moan turns to a scream when I can’t take it any longer, and I brace my palms on his shoulders as one hand keeps me secured to his chest

“Yeah…that’s it, sweetheart…” Nicholas encourages, deepening the thrust of his finger before he curls the digit, tapping on my G-spot with precision because he knows exactly where to find it.

A cocksure smirk curls his lips as he continues, studying me with intent as if he’s etching my reaction to memory. I can see myself reflected in his eyes; the way my hair is tousled, eyes disoriented, lips tugged in a way that tries to stifle my scream.

And there’s one thing that strikes me: I’ve never looked prettier than when I’m a mess, riding Nicholas’s finger.

My orgasm crashes into me like a wave from a tsunami, my vision blurring with stars sparkling behind my eyelids as he moves me around. My body is too tingly to care where I am, how I’m being molded to his will, but as the wave of my high steadies and I open my eyes, I find myself above him, knees propped on a pillow, thighs splayed out, his face between them.

I gasp when I meet his eyes with their mischievous glint, his hands sliding up my torso and cupping my breasts.

“Gorgeous…” he murmurs, voice husky and vibrating against my pelvis. My body shudders, and that’s the moment Nicholas parts his lips and latches his mouth on my core.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out in ecstatic pleasure, grabbing the ivory headboard in front of me, bracing myself there as Nicholas sucks on my clit. He flicks the tip of his tongue on the swollen nub, licking and ravaging my core like it’s his precious sustenance. I’m feeling it again—I’m on the verge of climax—and all it takes is him sticking his tongue through my aching hole, my desperate walls clenching for need of friction, and that’s when I explode.

I’m floating somewhere far away, on some cloud where our souls waltz to the rhythm of a frequency that cannot be heard, only felt. I feel my lips lift in a feeble smile, and I’m being moved again, but it doesn’t even matter where or how.

His lips are on mine like a kiss of life, and I open my eyes to find him settled between my thighs, bracing his weight off me by leaning to the side on one elbow. He pulls back and gazes into my eyes deeply—soft despite the undeniable hunger making his eyes dark.

“Still sure?” he asks gently, and it’s much to my surprise. Looking into his eyes, I find the man I fell in love with last summer, and my heart squeezes in my chest, because I thought I’d never meet him again.

Was he always there? Could I not see it because my vision was clouded by the pain of rejection?

Maybe I’ve been wrong about him all this time…

All I can manage is a timid nod, not wanting to be swept out of this moment, my flustered cheeks getting hot as he adjusts himself and takes hold of his cock with the stroke of one hand. He positions the tip at my entrance, and I hold my breath as he meets my eyes again, placing his free hand on my cheek.

“It might hurt a little, but I promise to be gentle,” he assures me, and I nod timidly again. “Stop me if it hurts too much.”

“Yes…” I breathe, and that’s when Nicholas enters me slowly, sliding and pausing to ensure I’m comfortable.

My core blossoms for his cock, my walls spreading around the shaft until he’s buried deep inside. I let out the breath I’d been holding, and a moan escapes my lips.

Nicholas leans in and drinks that moan while he slowly thrusts back and forth, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as my arms wind around his neck.

“You good?” he asks gently when he breaks the kiss, forehead pressed to mine as he stares deeply into my eyes.

My fervent nod and his name falling from my lips like a plea is what speaks to him, and soon, he picks up the pace until he’s pounding into me.

My breasts slap against his chest while he fucks me, and I’m hanging on for dear life as he thrusts. My moans and cries of pleasure mingle with the rough, rugged sounds of his breathing and grunts until he whispers in my ear that he's about to come.