Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162
The bed shifts under Aaron’s weight, and I open my eyes to see him looming over me, already nak ed.
Somehow I knew it was him before I even saw him.
My wolf knows
She is practically purring now as Aaron’s large hands land on my skin-somehow I’m nak ed as well.
“My mate,” he says in a low voice. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted to claim my mate? Wanted to fu c k my mate until she’s undone and completely at my mercy?”
His words make me shudder, and I can only moan a response.
His eyes glow golden as he stares down at me, and it makes an answering swell of sharp longing rush through me.
Aaron’s nostrils flare.
“I can scent your arousal. Just for me, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can make you so wet, make you drench your panties without
even touching you.”
I nod frantically, hoping he’ll touch me soon, needing him to soothe the ache building quickly inside me.
“Will you give me what I want, Leah?” Aaron asks, as he hitches a hand beneath my knee, and pushes my legs wide, exposing me
to him.
“Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back as his large fingers rake over my nipples and then knead my breasts.
Without warning, Aaron thrusts into me, hard and fast, and exactly how I need it.
I cry out, immediately overcome with sensation.
“Give me what I want, Leah,” Aaron demands as he thrusts deep and powerful.
I have to raise one hand above my head to brace against the headboard of the bed, anchoring myself against the relentless surge of his hips against mine.
“Yes, yes, yes” I can only cry out as I let him take whatever he wants of me.
His fingers trail down my abdomen, and then he’s pressing on my clit, and then I’m exploding in wave after wave of frantic pleasure.
I’ve barely come down when Aaron flips me over and tugs my as s into the air.
Then he’s inside me again, and this time he’s the one bracing a hand on the headboard for leverage as he pistons against me, while the evidence of my want for him drips down the backs of my thighs.
“Give me what I want, Leah,” he repeats fiercely, and his voice is a growl, his wolf close to the surface, something he’s never allowed to happen when we’ve had se x in the past.
My own wolf revels in it, panting for more.
“Whatever you want, Aaron,” I tell him weakly, feeling the intense build up rising sky high within me again. I’ll give you anything, everything.” I continue, almost delirious by now.
Aaron’s fingers delve between us, draggin my wetness up my a s s. I only have time to gasp in half a breath before he’s pushing
one, and then two fingers inside me and I’m overwhelmed and exploding once again.
Aaron shouts, pinning me hard in place as he empties himself into me, making my insides clench like they want to milk him for every last drop.
I collapse boneless to the mattress, while Aaron kneels above me, panting.
Gently, he turns me over and I find myself staring up at him with hooded eyes.
*Give me what I want, Leah,” he says once again, and now I’m confused.
“What do you want, Aaron?” I ask, my voice hoarse from the way I’d screamed a few moments ago.
Aaron’s hand settles on my stomach. “My son.”