Page 40 of Betrayed Alpha Mate

“You want me to fuck you…” he rasps, voice vibrating on my neck and sending shivers down my spine with how dark and seductive he sounds. Those shivers gather between my thighs, where magic and arousal already pool, and just his voice alone will send me over the edge. He peeks up at me, eyes dark and veiled by dark, thick lashes, and my heart skips a beat.

“But I don’t wanna fuck you, Emily. I wanna make love to you.”

My heart skips another beat, and my mind becomes an empty abyss where I can’t even form a coherent thought. All I can do is part my thighs even further, an invitation for him to do whatever the fuck he wants with me, as long as he’s inside me.

“P-please…” I whimper, voice cracking on my desperation. Sean smirks as he lifts himself enough to begin pulling off his clothes—first his damp jacket, then his sweatshirt and sweatpants. He’s left in his briefs, returning to my lips for a kiss as he undoes the buttons down my pajama blouse.

When I’d been practicing using my magic in the living room, I didn’t think the night would end with me lying naked underneath Sean, writhing in wanton need and tearing desperately at the excruciating torture of the patience I need before he’s inside me.

It’s almost like he’s taking his sweet time, peeling my panties from my thighs as he stares at my exposed core with approval and awe in his eyes.

I can’t take it anymore—his looks, his voice, his mere breath sending me into a spiral that feels relentless. My body craves the wholeness, and my magic, my arousal, is about to burst.

“Sean!” I growl, grabbing his face and pulling him closer until our eyes are level and I’m glaring at him with so much ferocity that my reflection frightens even me. Like a wild animal in heat, my chest vibrates with a feral rumble. “I can’t take it,” I gulp. “I need you inside me. Now!”

Sean captures my lips immediately, slipping his briefs off in a swift motion and sliding his erection over my drenched folds. I’m mewling on his kisses, desperation slipping from the corners of my eyes. When he reaches between us and takes his cock into his hand, I grab his free hand and return it to my neck, needing the anchoring force on my throat to dominate me while he slides between my welcoming walls.

I bloom for him while I stare into his eyes, silently agreeing for him to keep his hand on my neck as he thrusts into me. The sensation of being stretched out so deliciously is exquisite while he toys with my ability to breathe. My eyelids flutter closed, and behind them, I see stars as I’m drawn toward the height of my existence.

But Sean whispers seductively, “Keep your eyes open for me, angel…I want to see you come for me.”

My breath catches as my eyes open, and I see Sean’s hot face, eyes full of passion, lips swollen and moist from our kisses. He dips his head at the side of my neck, breathing in my scent as he pumps into me, his firm, purposeful strokes matching my breath as he guides me toward climax.

“Sean…” I cry out, his name rolling off my tongue like a prayer as it extends into a moan. “I’m gonna…gah! I’m gonna—”

“Yes, angel…” he breathes. “I know. I can feel it…” he drawls, his thrusts getting firmer. “I want you to come for me now. Come for me, angel.”

His seductive voice and the way he’s pounding into me send me over the edge, and I explode. I explode so fiercely, it feels like an ascension of my soul, like my astral body is levitating out of my physical one, and when Sean kisses me through my orgasm, and I close my eyes, I see myself lying under him, legs wrapped around his waist, and fingers biting into his shoulder blades as ribbons of white gold surround the bed.

I can’t tell where I end or begin, and as my climax rolls over me in waves, Sean comes too, filling my pulsing walls with the seed of his hot passion. He doesn’t stop kissing me until he’s spent, his large frame shuddering into me like he’s drilling me into the mattress until he can’t move anymore. His body becomes limp while my knees give out, and I can’t hold my thighs around him anymore. He becomes the firm anchor that brings my soul back into my body, snapping me back into reality.

It’s not the climb down from the high I was expecting. It’s like I’ve been kicked off the tallest cliff, and now I’m diving head-first into a ditch where I’m going to crash.

And I crash as soon as I open my eyes, the air that knocks into my lungs startling me as realization hits me.

I just had sex with Sean…

He must have sensed the shift, because he lifts his head from my shoulder with a light frown furrowing his brows. That’s when my fight or flight instincts suddenly kick in, and I push at his shoulders to push him away from me, slithering out from under him. A hand flies up to my mouth, shock taking over as I stare at him through wildly disbelieving eyes as he begins to climb off the bed.

“You need to leave…” I murmur, voice muffled by the hand covering my mouth. I remove that hand and stand as frozen as he does halfway off the bed. His frown deepens, as if he can’t believe what I’m telling him.

“You need to leave, Sean,” I repeat, more firmly this time, tearing my eyes from him and grabbing the sheet off the bed. I hold it to myself to cover myself, feeling utterly regretful about what I just did. Ashamed. I can’t even bring myself to look into his eyes, so I look down, staring at the floor and wishing it could swallow me whole.

“Now…” I murmur timidly, and there’s shuffling as he grabs his clothes off the floor with silent precision. “You need to go.”

Sean doesn’t say anything as he leaves my bedroom, but the weight of his exit crashes into me like the thunder cracking outside with malevolent force. It brings me to my knees with the weight of regret, and the thunder inside me cracks to unleash the storm of my emotions that has me bawling my eyes out.

What have I done?

Chapter 13 - Sean

Lying in bed back home, I can’t seem to fall asleep. I drift in and out of something shallow and punishing, the kind of half-awareness where my body is still but my mind never shuts off. Every time I get close to slipping under, the bond yanks me back. It’s sharp, insistent, unforgiving, as if it haunts me like a nightmare even in my restlessness. The bond hums under my skin like a live wire, while her scent, the feeling of her soft, supple frame, remains ingrained on my flesh. The bond also keeps buzzing louder every time Emily stirs on the other end of it.

And she stirs a lot.

I feel her grief like it’s my own. Raw, choked, as painful as it was when I stepped out of her bedroom when she kicked me out. It’s desperate in a way that has nothing to do with anger and everything to do with fear. I feel the way she curls in on herself, the way she tries to shove the night behind a locked door and fails. I feel her crying.

That’s the part that destroys me. I hate that I can feel it all because of what happened, and that there’s nothing I can do to comfort her. She won’t allow me that privilege.