Page 6 of Rejected By the Alpha

“Your … your mate?” she asked, squirming slightly, as if I had put too much pressure between her thighs.

But I wasn’t going to stop. I was an alpha; my mate would enjoy all the pleasure I gave her. She’d be able to take it, and if she had to come one time after another, then so fucking be it. She was mine.

“Come for me.”

She arched her back hard and screamed out in pleasure, body seizing in my arms. “H-how are you doing this? Why does it feel so good?” she asked, her moans drifting through my ears and sounding like fucking music.

“You’re my mate,” I growled. “Mine.”

“I’m not y-yours,” she stuttered through her orgasm.

A vicious, possessive roar escaped my throat, and I sucked her sensitive clit into my mouth, gently tugging on it, shoving three fingers into her tight hole and finger-fucking her.

“Mine,” I growled. “Mine.”

“N-n⁠—”

“Mine,” I growled louder. “Come for me.”

She seized in my arms again, reaching her arms out against the ground and balling sticks and leaves in her trembling fists. “Oh my God!” she screamed, eyes rolling back in her head.

My dick throbbed at the sight of her.

“Mine.” I found her G-spot and curled my fingers against it. “Come. Now.”

Again, her body seized, another orgasm exploding through her.

“Mine,” I growled. “Say it.” I sucked her clit harder and stroked her sensitive G-spot again. When she didn’t respond, I snarled, “Say it!”

Another moment of moans passed.

I flicked my tongue across her clit, canines extending. “Say it!”

Nothing.

“Come,” I growled.

She screamed out once more in pleasure and pushed on my arms. “S-Stop-p.”

“Say it,” I growled.

“Yours!” she cried. “I’m yours! I’m yours! I’m yours!”

“That’s right. You’re mine.”

All mine.

I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and let her slide onto the ground in front of me. My dick throbbed in my lap, pre-cum dribbling out and onto my thigh. She stared up at me through hazy eyes, lids half open.

“Need to be inside of⁠—”

No. No. I shook my head, finding enough strength to take control back from the wild beast inside me. I needed to get out of here. I didn’t want a mate. I couldn’t want a mate. I had promised myself and my pack that I would reject her.

But if I stayed any longer, I would mark her.

My teeth were aching to slip into her pretty, bare neck and …

I growled and cursed at myself, shifting back into my wolf and sprinting in the direction I had just come from. It was bad enough that she was my mate, but I had let her see me shift from a wolf.