Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 51

51 Chapter 51 Is it too much? (M)

51 Chapter 51 Is it too much? (M)

Naomi’s pov:

Naked beneath him, I felt exposed, vulnerable, my skin flushing hot, every nerve ending alive and screaming for his touch.

His mouth crashed onto mine in a kiss that was pure domination, his tongue invading without mercy. I moaned into him, my hands threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer despite myself. The kiss was intense and dirty, his teeth nipping at my lower lip until I tasted the metallic tang of blood, then soothing it with a suck that made my hips buck against his thigh.

The bond pulsed between us, syncing our breaths, our heartbeats, turning the pain into exquisite pleasure. I hated how much I wanted this, how my body responded like a traitor, slick dripping down my thighs as his pheromones overwhelmed me.

He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my jaw, biting hard enough to leave marks,red blooms that would bruise by morning, claiming me as his.

“Look at you,” he taunted, his voice dark and laced with triumph, “so eager for your alpha’s touch, even after everything.”

His hand slid to my breast, cupping the soft mound roughly, thumb circling my nipple before pinching it hard. I cried out, the sharp pain shooting straight to my core, making me wetter, hotter. Pleasure twisted with humiliation; I was the daughter of his enemy, yet here I was, writhing under him like a needy omega.

He leaned down, his tongue flicking over the abused nipple, licking in slow, deliberate circles that had me arching off the bed. Then he sucked it into his mouth, hard and relentless, teeth grazing the sensitive peak until I was gasping, my hands fisting the

sheets.

“Elias… oh gods…” I moaned, my voice breaking as waves of sensation crashed over me. His other hand mirrored the assault on my neglected breast, pinching and twisting the nipple until tears pricked my eyes, the line between pain and ecstasy blurring into something addictive.

My body was on fire, every lick, every bite sending jolts of heat to my clit, making it throb with desperate need. The jealousy from earlier flared again, imagining him doing this to Jessy, his almost–bride,and it fueled a possessive ache in my chest. He was

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mine, the bond insisted, even if our history was soaked in blood.

He pulled back, his golden eyes dark with lust, a wicked smile curling his lips as he admired his handiwork, my breasts red and marked, nipples swollen and glistening from his mouth.

“Such a dirty little omega,” he growled, his hand sliding lower, fingers dipping into the slick folds between my legs. I bucked against him, shame burning my cheeks as he teased my entrance, circling but not entering. “Wet and ready, begging to be fucked. But first, I want you to see yourself, see how you submit to me.”

Before I could process his words, he scooped me up again, his arms like steel bands around me. I gasped as he carried me across the room, my naked body pressed against his clothed one, the friction of his shirt against my sensitive nipples making me whimper. There, against the far wall, stood a massive floor–to–ceiling mirror, its ornate frame gilded in gold, reflecting the dim light like a portal to another world.

He positioned me in front of it, setting me on my feet but keeping me pinned against his chest, one arm banded around my waist, the other forcing my chin up to meet my own reflection.

“Look,” he commanded, his voice a dark whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. Humiliation flooded me as I stared at myself, hair tousled, lips swollen from his kisses, breasts heaving with red marks from his bites and pinches, thighs lubricated with arousal. I looked debauched, claimed, nothing like the defiant woman I’d tried to

1. be.

“See what I see, spread and needy for her alpha’s cock.” His words were meant to humiliate, to remind me of my place, but gods, they only heightened the pleasure, the bond twisting shame into forbidden thrill. My core throbbed, empty and aching, as his hand slid down my belly, fingers parting my folds in full view of the mirror.

I watched, mesmerized and mortified, as he teased my clit, rubbing in slow circles that made my knees buckle.

“Elias… please…” I begged, my voice a broken whine, hips grinding back against his hardness. The mirror boosted everything, the way my body flushed pink, the slick coating his fingers as he plunged two inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. Pleasure built like a storm, humiliation fueling it; seeing myself like this, submitted to him, should have shamed me into resistance, but it only made me hotter, wetter.

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I moaned loudly, my reflection’s mouth falling open in ecstasy, breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of his fingers.

“Not yet,” he growled, withdrawing his hand just as I teetered on the edge, leaving me panting and desperate. He spun me around, pushing me against the mirror, the cool glass shocking against my heated skin. My breasts pressed flat, nipples dragging as he positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. I met his eyes in the reflection, dark, possessive, a storm of emotions mirroring my own.

“Watch yourself take me,” he ordered, his voice dirty and commanding. “See how you belong to me.”

He stripped quickly, his cock springing free, thick, veined, beading with pre–cum,and I licked my lips involuntarily, the bond making me crave him like air. He notched himself at my entrance, teasing with shallow thrusts that had me pushing back, desperate for

more.

Then, with a growl, he slammed in deep, filling me to the hilt in one brutal stroke. I screamed, pleasure–pain ripping through me, my walls stretching around his girth. The mirror showed it all, my face contorted in ecstasy, body rocking with each powerful thrust, breasts jiggling against the glass.

“Yes… fuck, Elias… harder,” I pleaded, lost to the intensity, my omega side fully surrendered.

He obliged, pounding into me with relentless force, one hand reaching around to pinch my clit, the other tangling in my hair to yank my head back. I watched us,his muscles flexing, my body arching, slick dripping down my thighs. He leaned forward, biting my shoulder hard, marking me anew as he sucked the skin into his mouth, the pain blooming into bliss.

His free hand mauled my breast, pinching the nipple until I sobbed with overload, then soothing with licks and sucks when he pulled me back slightly.

“See how you drip for me,” he taunted as he hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I cried out, my reflection shuddering as he pumped them in and out, the wet sounds filthy and echoing. His thumb pressed on my clit, pinching lightly before rubbing, the dual sensations driving me wild.

My breasts bounced with each thrust of his fingers, nipples still swollen from his earlier attention, and I reached up to pinch one myself, the added pain–pleasure

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pushing me closer to the edge. Humiliation fueled the fire; seeing myself like this, submitted and wanton in front of the mirror, should have made me stop, but it only made me hotter, slicker, my omega instincts craving the dominance, the claim.

“Elias… it’s too much,” I whimpered, but my hips pushed back against him, seeking more. He chuckled, dark and satisfied, his other hand dipping between my legs, fingers parting my folds to expose me fully to the mirror.

I watched, mortified and mesmerized, as he teased my clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles that made my knees buckle.

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