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Moving forward until I had her trapped between me and the wall, I placed an arm around her waist before burying my face in her neck and taking a long inhale of her sweet scent.
I smiled in satisfaction when she shivered against me and the whimper that escaped her lips when I pressed my lips against her neck, right on that sensitive spot was all I needed to start my sensual assault against her sweet flesh.
I peppered the sensitive skin with kisses and grazed it with my teeth until she all but cried out.
“Alexander.” She whispered. Her voice was shaky and low. It was
pleading and it was all I needed to hear to hoist her up. Her arms wrapped around my neck instantly and she sighed, tilting her neck to give me better access. She whined when I removed my mouth but I needed to find the room.
The smell of her arousal quickly filled the air and I groaned. I felt drunk as I located the bedroom, pulling the door open and locking it behind us.
Isabella’s POV
I couldn’t make sense of anything and I was so close to forgetting where I was or even who I was. It was like they had replaced my brain with fluff in my head because I couldn’t think. In fact, if Alexander was not holding onto me the whole time, I’m sure I would have fallen to the ground because my legs had long lost all feeling.
I admitted a part of me was glad to have my mate acknowledge me for the first time. To look at me with longing and not hate or disgust. To use his lips for something other than yelling at me.
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A part of me was shocked, confused, and wanted to know ‘why?‘. I wanted to know what on earth had changed but I think the pleasure overcame those thoughts because they were soon swept away by the tide which was Alexander.
Immediately we got into my room and the door was shut behind us, he led us straight to the bed before gently laying me down on it. I removed my arm from around his neck; gasping when I saw him staring right at me.
Maybe if it were any other person, having his eyes stare into me while they’re black would be what’s more intense but Alexander’s eyes weren’t black in that moment. He was not looking at me through the eyes of his wolf. He was looking at me as himself and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I felt like I was under deep scrutiny and I didn’t blink for so long, my eyes began to sting. These were the same eyes that judged me since the day we met and as he looked at me now, I had no idea what he was thinking. I’d kill to know what was going through his mind. And just when I thought that he was rethinking his choices, he leaned in and placed the lightest, softest, most gentle kiss on my lips.
It felt so intimate, so sweet, so wholesome and my lips parted to let out a moan, the teller of just how he was making me feel. It was all the green light he needed, the short moment of gentleness was over as he attacked my lips. He kissed me like he meant it.
Sucking, biting, pecking and it seemed like hours before we parted to take a breath and my, where we breathless
I slipped my hand under his shirt, tracing my fingers along his toned chest and smiling when I felt him shake underneath my hand, pride bubbling in my chest at his reaction to my touch. That was when he laid a peck on my lips and began a steady trail, pecking my check, down to my jaw until he got down to my neck; the part where it meets the shoulder. The part he had kissed earlier that had me weak at my knees, the part that I finally realized was where the mark of my mate would lay. His mark. Did I want him to mark me? Why would he want to mark me? When did we get to
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But then he kissed deeper and my eyes rolled back and every rational thought went down the drain of my pleasure. My hand reached for his waistband wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me but he immediately seized it, before pinning it up, above my head.
With his other hand, he lifted my top and the moment his thumb brushed against my nipple, I cried out, my back arching. He released my hand and they found his hair in need of something to hold on to when his tongue circled my nipple before enveloping the tender bud in his mouth. I subconsciously tugged and he groaned.
“I gave you time off to recover and you decided to invite friends over instead?” He whispered against my breast, taking me by surprise. I hadn’t been expecting him to speak.
“I…I didn’t invite them.” I whispered back, unable to understand why he was bringing it up. It’s not like having people over would delay my recovery in any way. I didn’t even strain myself in the slightest and I don’t even think I still have anything to recover from.
Wait a minute, why did he really come here? Cause it definitely wasn’t for work and that now seems to be an excuse to get everyone to leave.
“Alexa…” His name stuck in my throat when his hand cupped my other breast shortly before his mouth descended upon it. I gripped his hair even tighter as strings of moans fell from my mouth. The pleasure was intense but at the same time, it felt like he was teasing me. I wanted more and I wanted him to give it to me.
“Alexander!” I cried when his teeth gently nipped at my nipple. His tongue followed suit, sucking gently, soothing it and when I could no longer feel his lips on me, I whimpered in protest.
He hovered above me and I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. When I looked up at his face, I did a double take because gone was the
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desire and longing and all that was left was…anger. Anger?
“You can have the next guy that visits you finish you off.” He said before putting my shirt back in place and removing himself from above me.
I don’t know how long I lay there after he left, the door banging after him making me jump slightly.
In the time I lay there, I felt everything that I could possibly feel. It started with shock and then confusion, followed by another round of shock. It was only after those did I start to feel the others.
Embarrassment, hurt, rejection, shame. Oh, the shame. How could I let this happen? How could I give him the chance to do this to me? How could I be so easily swayed?
He had…I thought the way he kissed me…it had really felt real. And then I wondered if I deserved it. I wondered if I deserved to be treated this way. Had I somehow done something to upset the moon goddess? Because I did not understand why this was happening to me. What did he mean by what he said?!
And then I wondered why I was so shocked in the first place. How could someone who looked at me with disgust the majority of the time truly look at me with anything close to want?
I finally moved, grabbing my pillow and hugging it as a sob finally broke out of my chest and through my lips. I didn’t bother about keeping it down. I cried the way I felt it and goddess knows I really felt it. I felt it so deep it felt like an arrow was lodged right in the middle of my chest.
Why did he do that? What does he want? Why doesn’t he just reject me because I was certain that no matter how painful they say rejection is, it was better than this deception because I truly felt sick now. I finally felt like I could really use this break because I didn’t think I would ever leave my bed again.
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I cried for what–felt like hours. Even when my voice died out, I sobbed silently until I felt completely numb and then I lay there for minutes on end, wanting the bed to envelop me somehow and when my eyes darted to the window and I saw that it was dark out, I finally pulled myself up and dragged myself out of bed and into my bathroom.
I planned to just wash my face but ended up filling the bathtub. One bath bomb later and I was stripping before lowering myself into the hot water.
I stayed there until the water got lukewarm before rinsing off and getting
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