Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

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His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my dress, gliding over the bare skin of my thighs with an agonizing slowness that was pure torture. When he finally found the damp heat between my legs, my breath hitched. He didn’t enter me, not yet. Instead, he teased, his fingertips circling the entrance, tracing patterns against my soaked panties.

“Just like Frost never said the words out loud…” His voice turned into a low, predatory growl against my neck, the vibration traveling

straight to my core. “I never told you either.”

Oh God. My mind was a haze of anticipation and dread.

“I love you, Elowen.” The confession came out rough, almost angry in its intensity, as if torn from the deepest part of his soul. ‘I didn’t realize how much until I couldn’t see you. Until I thought I might lose you forever.” One finger finally slipped beneath the fabric, finding my slick folds and sliding inside me with practiced ease. I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my lips.

“When you’re gone, I’m going insane. When you’re in danger, I lose all reason. When I think about you- Another finger joined the first, stretching me, curling in a way that made my knees buckle and my vision swim. “God, Elowen. You fucking consume me.”

His thumb found my clit, applying perfect, merciless pressure that had my hips bucking against his hand. “I love you,” he repeated, his voice thick with a desperation that mirrored my own. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t. And I can’t risk never telling you-risk losing you

again without you knowing-”

I broke.

My mouth crashed against his with a desperate, savage hunger, all my anger and longing and fear pouring into the kiss. He responded immediately, his free hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back as his fingers continued their maddening, relentless rhythm inside

“Kaius- His name came out as a plea, a prayer, a demand.

He understood. In one fluid, powerful motion, he spun me around and slammed me against the moonflower tree. The rough bark scraped against my chest, a grounding pain in the storm of pleasure. I heard his belt buckle clang, the harsh rip of fabric as he freed himself, and

then-

He entered me from behind in one smooth, impossibly deep thrust that tore a guttural scream from my throat.

I cried out, my fingers digging into the bark as he filled me so completely it felt like he was touching my soul. Moonflower petals rained down around us like a blessing, sticking to our sweat-slicked skin as he began to move with a brutal, punishing rhythm that was exactly

what I craved.

“Mine,” he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “You’re mine, Elowen. My mate. My Queen. My fucking

everything.”

I couldn’t form words-could only sob and push back against him, meeting each savage thrust with a desperate, shameless need. The

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