Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

He slides towards my back one last time and stiffens, letting out a long, deep throaty groan and I feel it. He ejaculates, spilling his semen, sticky and wet, onto my back just above my crack. He pants, and then I feel his cock slide back out, my ass cheeks closing. Fuck. It’s wicked and erotic as hell. His fingers fumble at the belt, slowly loosening it and then pulling it off my wrists. I feel circulation returning. He pulls what’s left of my shirt off, and keeps a hand on my back. He uses the fabric to wipe his semen off of me and then moves his hand, allowing me to stand.

My body protests, my muscles aching. I feel like I’ve run a marathon. I turn and face him, his eyes so dark they are like obsidian. Had his wolf somehow taken control? They slowly return to normal. I can’t quite read the expression on his face as he eyes me intently. It’s almost like he’s come back to his senses and realized what he’s done. He begins to shrug out of his shirt and offers it to me. I take hold of it with shaking hands. I can barely stand up after everything we’ve done.

“Put this on and get rid of the rubbish,” he gestures to the pieces of torn fabric on the floor. “Get some rest,” he added unexpectedly, the belt held loosely in one hand.

He almost sounds concerned about me. It surprises me, but then ice water washes over me as he begins to tidy everything in order to make it seem as though nothing has happened in this room.

He bends down and grabs his shoes, and then heads out of the living room without a second glance. My pussy is sore, still dripping wet. A small smile curves on my lips. Regardless of his actions, he’s left me with something to remember him by and he sure as hell wasn’t about to forget this scene anytime soon, I remind myself thickly. I put on his shirt, which smells faintly like him, and then put the torn pieces of my shirt into the bin and wipe down the armchair with some cleaning fluid. As I put everything away and go back to the couch, so tired I can’t see straight, it suddenly occurs to me that my panties were missing. A quick search of the room reveals nothing. I frown confused and realization dawns as I try not to feel too smug. Hades must have taken them when I wasn’t looking. I look down at his shirt, which is swimming on me, going all the way to my knees, and give a satisfied grin, climbing onto the couch. My body was humming. I closed my eyes, falling instantly to sleep, my pussy continuing to throb, almost as though it was silently begging him to come back.

Something told me, though, that he wouldn’t and that next time I was going to have to work even harder to entice him into doing something like this again. I welcomed the challenge.