Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Rage-Bang

Logan’s eyes darken at my challenge. They’re not just green anymore—swirled with the kind of wild, primal gold which means his wolf is peering through the man. The air between us thickens, the room shrinking under the weight of everything unsaid. Tension coils tight, thrumming like a warning.

He doesn’t answer me right away. Just stares. Down my body. Back to my eyes. Down again. As if he’s memorizing the blueprint of my undoing.

My heart slams against my ribs. The silence hurts—full of heat and shame and hunger and the inescapable knowledge whatever happens next, there’s no taking it back.

"Say it again," he says, low and rough.

Pride flares. So does something darker. Something inside me wants to be chased.

"Do something about it," I whisper. "I dare you."

That’s all it takes.

He moves. One breath, and he’s on the bed, one knee between mine, pinning me beneath him with the force of a landslide. A broad hand captures both my wrists, slamming them above my head into the mattress. His hips slot against mine with devastating precision, hard and hot through his jeans. freewebnovel-cσ๓

His voice is all growl. "You wanted a reaction? You’ve got it."

I arch beneath him—not to escape, but to challenge. To push.

His grip tightens. Not painful. Just final.

And then he kisses me.

No, not a kiss. A possession. His teeth catch my bottom lip. His tongue follows with zero finesse and total intent. I gasp, and he swallows it, stealing air like he’s owed it.

He pulls back just long enough to growl, "Off. Now."

He releases my wrists long enough to rip my shirt off. My bra is gone with a flick. I reach for him, for his shirt, but he catches my wrists again, pinning them beside my head.

"This isn’t your show, sweetheart."

His mouth trails down my neck, biting and sucking until I’m marked and trembling. My thighs clamp together involuntarily. He notices and smirks against my skin.

"Fuck you," I hiss.

"That’s the plan," he mutters. "Eventually."

He grabs my thigh, drags it over his hip, opening me. His cock presses against my center. I whimper—humiliating and true.

Clothes vanish. Mine. His. No ceremony. No time.

He doesn’t let me admire him. Doesn’t let me touch. Just pins me again, his eyes eating me alive.

"You think I’m being territorial?" he asks, dragging a finger down my sternum. "You think I’m claiming what isn’t mine?"

His hand slides between my legs. I jerk at the contact.

"Let’s see if your body agrees with you."

His fingers are merciless. Rhythm perfect. Pressure cruel. My hips buck, but his arm pins me in place. His mouth follows. Hot. Wet. Precise.

"I want to hear you break for me," he whispers against my skin.

I try not to. I fail.

My orgasm crashes through me, brutal and blinding. I cry out, hand flying to my mouth, but he catches it and pins it to the bed. Forces me to be loud. Forces me to feel.

I don’t resist. I should, because I’m independent and strong and don’t need a man to dominate me. But the second his cock nudges at my entrance, slick and hard and ready, all I can do is brace and breathe a fucking prayer of thanks.

"You want to defy me?" he bites out, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "Push all you want. I own this body when I’m inside it."

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