Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Her eyes shift, lips parting. I’m about to leave her empty and wet she squeezes my arm. “I’m yours, I’m fucking yours!” she sobs, her chest rapidly rising. “Don’t stop, fuck me.” She whimpers, bucking her hips until she’s fully taken my cock again. “Harder.”

I follow her command, fucking her harder, my groin grinding against her clit with every thrust. “I’m yours,” she

repeats.

I groan, my thrusts turning savage. “That’s right, Siren. You belong to me, This pussy is mine alone, I’m never letting you leave. No professor could ever fuck you like this,” I groan. “No one could ever make you come like I do. Feel that? Feel how deep I am inside you? You’re dripping for me, Siren. You love my cock, you love how I fuck you. Say it again.” I demand, needing reassurance.

“I’m yours,” she cries out, “Only you can fuck me.

“Fuck, yes.” I groan. The sound of my cock pounding in and out of her pussy fills the hallway, it blurs everything. I fuck her hard, claiming, I try to ruin her for every man that shouldn’t exist after me. “Mine.” I hiss, the thought of her with someone else killing me already. “Come for me,” I groan against her ear. “Come on my cock. Let me feel this pussy strangle me, come so I can fill you again.”

“Oh God,” she whimpers, her head falling back against the wall but I catch it before impact. “Fu-fuck.” She cries out, the sound low and yet I feel it all over me. The orgasm crashes over her quickly and violently, her pussy clamps down on my cock, tightening around me like a vice I’d risk everything for.

I come with her, spilling into her when she rides the aftermath of her orgasm. I don’t know how I still have that much come left in me even after everything we did last night, and this morning. “Aeliana,” I lowly groan. “What are you doing to me?” I swallow. I shouldn’t be fighting her or fucking her in the hallway where the whole house can hear and peek in if they decide to.

When her head finally leans forward, I kiss her again, softer now. “Say you’re not leaving,” I whisper against her lips. “Please. Say it.”

“I’m not leaving,” she whispers.

But the words feel hollow, she doesn’t mean it. They’re a means to end our fight, and I don’t know how to make her stay when everything I say seems to pull her further away from me. Even when she kisses me again, it’s different now. I pull away and tuck myself back into my jeans.

She lets the dress fall, and then looks up at me again. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, you belong here,” I say, trying to kiss her again but she jerks away, slowly shaking her head.

“That doesn’t mean that I hate you any less,” she says. Her words pierce my chest, sharp, deep, dreading. “I’m yours because you marked me, because you married me, because we sealed our bond but you…” she trails off, swallowing. “Sex doesn’t fix us, it doesn’t fix this fucking mess that is our bond. It doesn’t change that I hate you, it doesn’t change how you make me feel, it doesn’t mean I don’t hate how everyone is with me, I still do. I hate it here, I hate how I have nothing, I hate how you think you own me.” She sniffs, blinking back tears. “I still hate how you want to control me! I hate how you see Audrey! I hate how you make me feel like I’m nothing unless I’m under you. I fucking hate you, Kingston.”

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