Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 8

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I panted, my chest heaving as Elias’s words hung in the air like a threat wrapped in silk.

“Good girl,” he mocked, his voice a gravelly sneer that sent shivers down my spine despite the lingering fire of my heat.

He snatched the contract from my trembling hands, his fingers brushing mine just enough to spark that electric pull between us–alpha and omega, mates destined yet doomed by betrayal and lies. The paper crinkled under his grip, and he tucked it away into his pocket with a triumphant smirk, his gray eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction.

“Now, let’s see if you’re worth the trouble. A traitor like you? Doubtful, but I’ll enjoy breaking you anyway.”

My body betrayed me even as my mind recoiled. The heat still simmered beneath my skin, a dull throb now that his pheromones saturated the room–rich cedar, earthy and commanding, mingling with my softer floral notes in a heady, intoxicating blend. As mates, our scents were designed to complement each other, to draw us inexorably together, but his denial had turned it into a weapon.

I was naked on the fresh sheets, my skin flushed and glistening from the bath, every. curve exposed under his predatory gaze. Slick still trickled from my core, my pussy aching, swollen from days of unrelieved torment. I squeezed my thighs together instinctively, a whimper escaping my lips as the friction teased without satisfying.

He moved like a shadow, predatory and unhurried, closing the distance in a single stride. His hand cupped my jaw with bruising force, tilting my face up to meet his. Those lips curled in mockery before crashing down on mine. The kiss was no tender reunion; it was a conquest, his tongue thrusting past my parted lips without invitation, claiming my mouth with ruthless hunger,

I moaned into him, the sound desperate and whiny, vibrating against his invading tongue. Gods, he tasted like sin, dark, spiced, with a hint of the whiskey he’d probably been drinking to steel himself against me. My floral pheromones bloomed in response, sweet and submissive, flooding the air as my body yielded to his dominance. His free hand tangled in my damp hair, yanking my head back sharply to deepen the angle, his teeth nipping at my lower lip until I tasted blood. The sharp sting only heightened the heat, my nipples pebbling painfully, my core clenching emptily,

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“Pathetic,” he murmured against my bruised lips, pulling back just enough to let his hot breath fan over my face. His eyes locked on mine, cold and unyielding, like storm clouds ready to unleash fury. “Moaning like a desperate whore already. Is this how you seduced your other alpha? With those needy little sounds, spreading your legs for anyone who could knot you through your slutty heats?”

“No..Ah!,” I gasped, my voice breaking as tears pricked my eyes.

The lie he’d forced from me earlier–nodding about another alpha–hung between us like poison, twisting his hatred deeper. But the heat didn’t care about truths; it demanded relief, and his touch was the only balm. I hated how my body arched toward him, craving more, even as his words sliced through me.

He silenced me with another brutal kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth in a rhythm that mimicked what was to come–deep, relentless thrusts that left me breathless. I clutched at his shirt, my nails digging into the fabric, anchoring myself as waves of need crashed over me. He growled into the kiss, a low alpha rumble that vibrated through my chest, making my floral scent spike in submission. Finally, he broke away, leaving me panting, lips swollen and slick with our shared saliva.

Pushing me back onto the bed with effortless strength, he loomed over me, his broad frame casting a shadow that made me feel small, vulnerable. The fresh sheets were cool against my fevered skin, a stark contrast to the heat building anew between my thighs. His eyes raked over my body, lingering on my heaving breasts, the way they rose and fell with each ragged breath.

“Look at these,” he sneered, his large hands cupping them roughly, the calluses on his palms scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin. His thumbs brushed over my hardened nipples, circling them with mocking gentleness before pinching hard.

I cried out, arching off the bed-“Ahh, Elias!“–the mix of pain and pleasure shooting straight to my core.

“So eager, aren’t they?” he mocked, his voice dripping with disdain as he kneaded my breasts, squeezing them like they were toys for his amusement. “Peaked and ready for anyone with a knot, I bet. Did your lover play with them like this? Suck on these fat tits until you begged for mercy?”

He lowered his head, his stubble grazing my skin as his tongue flicked out to trace one nipple. Wet heat encircled it, his mouth latching on and sucking hard, teeth grazing the bud in a way that made me writhe.

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I moaned loudly, “Oh–Angh-!” my hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer despite myself.

He chuckled darkly against my flesh, the vibration sending jolts through me. Switching to the other breast, he sucked greedily, his hand slapping the first one lightly–the sting blooming into heat that pooled between my legs. Slick gushed anew, soaking the sheets beneath me. He played with them mercilessly, alternating between licks, bites, and twists, leaving my nipples red and throbbing.

“Such sensitive little tits,” he popped off one with a wet, obscene sound, blowing cool air over the saliva–slicked peak. “Made to be abused. Bet you let him mark them, didn’t you? Bruise them up like the cheater you are.”

The mockery stung, amplifying my humiliation, but the relief from his touch was undeniable–the heat’s fire ebbing under the onslaught of pleasure. Yet his cold side shone through, his touches possessive yet detached, like he was using me as much as helping.

Releasing my breasts with a final, painful twist, he trailed open–mouthed kisses down my stomach, nipping at the soft flesh, leaving red marks in his wake.

“Squirming already? You’re so easy. A traitor’s body, wet and willing for her enemy. Let’s see how filthy you really are.”

His strong hands gripped my thighs, parting them wide with ease, exposing my dripping pussy to the cool air. I whimpered, cheeks burning with embarrassment at how soaked I was–slick coating my folds, trickling down to my ass, the scent of my arousal thick and floral, begging for him.

“Fuck, look at this mess,” he growled, his breath hot against my core, making me twitch. “Your cunt’s begging for it already. Floral and sweet, like a ripe flower in heat. But it’s mine now. My dirty little hole to use and punish.”

Without warning, he dove in, his tongue lapping at my clit in broad, flat strokes that had me screaming.

“Elias! Ahh!” My hips bucking up toward his mouth. Pleasure exploded through me, white–hot and overwhelming, as his cedar pheromones intensified, commanding my submission. He ate me out like a man starved yet hateful–lips sucking my swollen clit, tongue circling it teasingly, flicking the underside until I was sobbing. Then he dipped lower, tongue thrusting into my entrance, tasting my slick with greedy laps.

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“Tastes like betrayal,” he muttered, the words vibrating against my folds. “Sweet on the outside, rotten within. But gods, you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Leaking like a faucet for your captor.”

I moaned nonstop, the sounds filthy and unrestrained. “Mmm, oh fuck… don’t stop, Elias…”

As his fingers joined the assault. He traced my slick folds, collecting the wetness before pushing one thick digit inside me. I clenched around it, gasping at the intrusion, the stretch a sweet agony. He added a second, fingering me slowly at first, curling to hit that spongy spot deep inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Greedy cunt,” he mocked, scissoring his fingers to stretch me wider, his thumb rubbing relentless circles on my clit. “Sucking me in like you can’t get enough. Did you finger yourself thinking of him? Or was it me you hated–fantasized about, touching this slutty pussy in secret?”

“Only you… ahh, gods!” I cried as he thrust harder, adding a third finger, pounding in and out with wet, obscene squelches. Slick dripped down his hand, coating his wrist, my body betraying every ounce of need. The build–up was intense, my heat demanding release, our pheromones intertwining in a thick, heady cloud that made the room spin. He finger–fucked me relentlessly, his mouth returning to suck my clit in time with his thrusts, pushing me higher, closer…

But he pulled back abruptly, just as I teetered on the edge, my body convulsing in frustration. I whined desperately. “Elias, no… please, I was so close!”

But he only laughed, cold and mocking, wiping his glistening lips with the back of his hand.

“Not yet, omega. You’ll come on my cock, like the whore you are. Earn your relief.”

He stripped quickly, shedding his clothes to reveal his alpha physique–chiseled muscles rippling under tanned skin, broad chest heaving, and his cock… gods, it was massive, thick and veined, the knot at the base already swelling in anticipation. Cedar pheromones peaked, overwhelming my senses, making my floral scent submit fully ast slick poured from me. He flipped me onto my stomach with rough hands, yanking my hips up so I was on all fours, ass presented like an offering. The position was humiliating, animalistic, but my heat reveled in it.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, the blunt head of his cock teasing my entrance, sliding through my slick folds.

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