Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 13

He didn’t reply with words. Instead, he tilted my chin up with his free hand, his thumb brushing roughly against my lower lip, forcing my gaze to meet his stormy gray eyes. They burned with that same cold fury I’d seen earlier, laced with something primal, possessive.

My breath caught in my throat, the air thick with our mingling scents–his smoky cedar enveloping me like a forest after a storm, grounding and overpowering, while my floral pheromones bloomed in response, sweet and submissive, like wildflowers yielding to the wind.

As mates, our scents were designed to entwine, to amplify each other’s desires, but his hatred twisted it into something darker, more intoxicating. The pheromones he released now weren’t gentle; they were a weapon, flooding my senses and seeping into my bloodstream, calming the raging fire of my heat even as they stoked a new kind of ache.

I wanted to hate him for this–for using our bond against me, for making my body betray me so completely. But gods, the relief was immediate. The unrelenting throb in my core dulled to a simmer, my skin no longer crawling with that feverish agony.

Omega biology was cruel that way; an alpha’s pheromones could act like a sedative, regulating the hormones that drove us mad during heat, signaling to our bodies that relief was near. His cedar scent wrapped around me like a blanket, soothing the raw nerves, making my muscles relax despite the tension coiling in my belly. It affected me on a cellular level, pulling at the mate bond that thrummed between us, whispering promises of protection even as his eyes screamed vengeance.

I felt calmer, yes–less like I was being torn apart from the inside–but it only heightened my awareness of him, of the way my slick still trickled down my thighs, preparing me for what was coming.

“Elias, please…” I murmured, my voice a soft plea, but he silenced me with a scoff, his lips curling into that mocking smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Please what, Naomi? Please stop? Or please more?” His tone was laced with derision, each word dripping with the hatred he harbored for me–the traitor, the cheater, in his eyes. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my face, his pheromones spiking again, deliberate and dominant. It hit me like a wave, making my knees weaken, my floral

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scent responding instinctively, sweetening the air as if to appease him. “You beg so prettily, little slave. But we both know you’re just using me, aren’t you? Taking what you need to ease that pathetic heat of yours.”

I shook my head weakly, tears pricking at my eyes, but before I could protest, his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was brutal at first–punishing, claiming, his lips hard and unyielding against my softer ones. His hand tightened on the back of my neck, holding me in place as his tongue forced its way past my teeth, invading with a ferocity that stole my breath.

I gasped into his mouth, the taste of him exploding on my tongue–dark, masculine, with a hint of the whiskey he’d probably been drinking to steel himself for this. His cedar pheromones surged, wrapping tighter around me, calming the last remnants of pain in my body while igniting a fire in my veins. It was overwhelming, this mix of relief and rising lust; my heat responded greedily, the ache transforming from torment to desperate need.

At first, I resisted–or tried to. My hands came up to his chest, pushing weakly against the fabric of his bathrobe, but it was futile. He was an alpha, built like a wall of muscle, and my omega strength was nothing compared to his.

More than that, the mate bond pulled at me, urging submission, making my body melt despite my mind’s protests. His scent was everywhere now, inhaled with every ragged breath, seeping into my pores and quieting the storm inside. The tension built in that kiss–his hatred fueling the intensity, my desperation feeding into it. He nipped at my lower lip, hard enough to draw a bead of blood, the metallic tang mingling with our tastes as he sucked it away.

I whimpered, the sound muffled against him, and something shifted. The pain of the bite sent a jolt straight to my core, but his pheromones softened it, turning it into pleasure.

Gods, it felt good. Too good. After the endless agony of the heat, this contact was like rain on parched earth. I found myself leaning into him, my hands fisting in his robe instead of pushing away. His tongue tangled with mine, stroking in a rhythm that mimicked what I craved deeper, and I moaned softly, the vibration humming between us. He growled in response, the sound low and approving despite his mockery, his free hand sliding down to grip my waist, pulling my naked body flush against his clothed

one.

The friction of the robe against my sensitive skin–my hardened nipples scraping the

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fabric–made me arch, seeking more.

“You taste like lies,” he muttered against my lips, breaking the kiss just enough to speak, his breath ragged. But he didn’t pull away; instead, he dove back in, angling his head to deepen it, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as if owning it. His pheromones kept pouring out, a steady stream that calmed me further, making my head spin with a hazy euphoria.

The floral notes of my own scent rose to meet his, intertwining in the air like vines around a tree trunk, heightening the bond. It affected me profoundly–my heart rate slowed from frantic to a steady thrum, the heat’s fire banking to embers, but the desire? That built like a crescendo, slick gushing anew between my legs, dripping onto the bathroom floor.

We kissed like that for what felt like an eternity, the world narrowing to the press of his lips, the dance of our tongues, the heady cloud of our pheromones. Time blurred; minutes stretched as he alternated between brutal plunges and teasing licks, his teeth grazing my lips, my jaw, my throat. I was lost in it, my initial resistance crumbling under the onslaught. After some time–gods, how long?-I began to enjoy it. Truly enjoy it.

The tension that had knotted my muscles eased, replaced by a liquid heat that pooled in my belly. His scent was my anchor, calming the chaos, making me feel safe in a twisted way, even as his hatred simmered beneath. I kissed him back tentatively at first, my tongue shyly meeting his, then with growing fervor. Moans escaped me, soft and needy, as I pressed closer, my hands roaming up to tangle in his dark hair.

He noticed the shift, of course. Alphas always did. He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering over mine, eyes gleaming with triumph and mockery.

“There she is,” he murmured, his voice husky but edged with scorn. “Enjoying it now, aren’t you? My little traitor, melting for the alpha she hates. Your body’s honest, at least–wet and eager while your mouth spins lies.”

I flushed with shame, but the pheromones dulled it, making me bold. “Elias… I…”

Words failed me as he claimed my mouth again, this kiss slower, more deliberate, drawing out the tension until I was trembling in his arms. His hand slid lower, cupping my ass, squeezing possessively, and I moaned louder, the sound echoing off the tiles. Our scents peaked, cedar and floral in perfect, bitter harmony, affecting me like a drug -calming my mind while arousing my body to fever pitch.

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Finally, after what must have been ages of this torturous bliss, he broke the kiss with a rough tug on my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. His lips brushed my pulse point, teeth grazing in a mock bite that made me whimper.

“Enough of that,” he growled, his voice thick with lust but still mocking. “Time to put

that mouth to better use.”

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