Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171

“Nothing,” he snickers. “You would have walked away, and let yourself run wild with assumptions, but you didn’t. You confronted the situation head-on.”

Oh, great. Back to our fight, right when I’m spent, and the only image my brain can conjure is of his cock. “You didn’t like that,” I tell him, my hand slipping under his shirt.

“I felt sorry for her,” he confesses. “She was hurt, and crying, but you spoke your mind. A little too strict, but I saw you tap into your command, you were a leader, you were my Siren.”

“Stop talking.” I pause.

“Why?” He smirks, “Don’t like hearing how amazing you did today?”

“I don’t get you. First, you’re mad, then you’re scolding me, and now you’re praising me?”

“I’m upset you got into a physical altercation with your subject, and I’m happy you spoke rather than choosing to feed me silence. That was brilliant.”

My cheeks flush anew, but I doubt he can see it just yet. “Was it?”

“Yes,” he nods with a smile. “Always verbalise your emotions to me, because then I know how to fix things when I fuck up with you.”

“Okay,” I nod, my mind back in his jeans now. I haven’t been fucked in days, he kept treating me like I was fragile, like a mere ten minutes under him would concuss me again. But I healed fine, Maddox said so days ago. If I did so well, where’s my reward?” I pout, sliding my hand back down, to his jeans where I slide it into his boxers. “Good girls get rewarded, don’t they?”

“They do.” He groans, his voice strangled when I trace my fingers down the ridge of his cock.

“So, reward me, honey boy,” I say, my tone pleading.

Kingston hisses, working his jeans with one hand. “Do you want to take your reward face down, ass up, or would you rather take it on your back?”

“On my back,” I blurt out, tugging his jeans down. “And-and then on my chest.” I almost whisper. I’ve had enough time to ponder how I wanted to be fucked every time he dodged my advances and told me to get better.

My request seems to shock him, I’ve never tried it before, but I’m curious, more so after seeing it on my computer last night while I waited for him to return. “That’s a very naughty request.”

“But I was good.”

“That you were.”

“So fuck me like I asked,” I almost beg, raising my knees on either side of him. “I’ve not had your cock inside me in so long, I fear I’m slowly building my hymen again.”

He laughs, his whole body vibrating with amusement, but I don’t find it amusing that I’m starved for touch or that I’m growing increasingly used to intimacy when three months ago I couldn’t stand the thought of being touched by a man. “That’s not funny, King.”

“Of course not,” he laughter lulls, and he rises, kneeling over the mattress. “Legs wide, Siren baby. Let me fuck you so I don’t have to tear your hymen twice.” He teases, reaching between us.

I watch eagerly as he pumps his cock until precome beads at the head, my pussy throbbing even before he enters

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1. He nudges the tip on, barely giving me an inch, but it feels so good, so good that we’re both cussing under our breath. “How does that feel?”

“I’m not a virgin, Kingston.” I groan, frustrated that he is still glass handling me after the accident. I push down on his cock, “I can take more, fill me.” I moan, “I want to feel…..” I choke out, eyes widening when he gives me more, but still not all of it. “More, stretch this pussy with your delicious cock, King. Fuck me.” I beg, not caring how bruised my begging will leave me tomorrow. I know I’m going to feel him inside me for days if he fills me, but I want it, I want my pussy coming from just the memory of him later.

“God,” he hisses, finally moving, slow and careful, just like he was our very first time together. “I didn’t know you loved my cock this much, Siren.”

“Don’t get corky. I like coming,” I wail, rolling my hips to the rhythm of his slow thrusts. “You make me come.”

“Hmm, you’re so wet, baby.” He groans. “So fucking wet and wa-arm,” he stutters, stretching me with every thrust. My pussy squeezes his cock, it almost hurts, but the more he moves the quicker my body remembers it was made for this, for him. “You’re going to ruin my reputation if you keep that up, I won’t last long.”

I moan, wrapping my arms around him, desperate to pull him closer, deeper. “I love how perfectly you fit, King. Your cock feels amazing, I need more-“I gasp, taking him deeper. He lets me feel all of him. I feel like his tip is pressing against my cervix, I bit off more than I can chew, but it feels amazing, so goddamn surreal. Sex shouldn’t be this elevating, addicting…

“How’s that, pretty girl?” He whispers, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

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