Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171

As I arched into him, he growled into my mouth. In a flash, he was on his feet carrying me farther into the woods.

“Where are you—”

My words cut off as I caught sight of the same storage shed where we’d cemented our bond weeks ago. It felt like a lifetime had passed in those weeks. And River felt like he was entirely mine.

He pulled open the door with enough force to send it slamming against the side of the building. As soon as it swung back, closing behind us, River was tugging at my clothes. My calm and collected River had a feral edge to him now. My shirt was tugged free, and his fingers were on the button of my jeans before pushing them to the floor.

My hands went to his tee, awkwardly tugging it over his head, not caring if it stretched or tore. All I wanted was River. His skin against mine. To feel all of him.

In moments, there was nothing between us. The gold in River’s hazel eyes flashed. “You steal my breath.”

His hands skimmed down the column of my neck to my breasts. One stayed there, exploring. The other dipped between my thighs, teasing and toying.

My head fell back, a pant escaping my lips. My legs trembled as two fingers slipped inside me.

River curled those fingers as his thumb circled my clit. I struggled to stay upright.

“I can feel you.”

My gaze shot to River, his eyes hooded and a devilish grin playing on his lips.

“I can feel every peak of sensation.” His thumb pressed down on that bundle of nerves. “Every zing of pleasure.”

River read my body before the thoughts had even entered my brain. He could play me as if I were a violin and he a master musician.

But right now what I wanted was River. All of him. “Make me yours,” I whispered.

His eyes flared. A second later, I was on my back on a chaise with River hovering over me. My legs wrapped around his waist, his tip bumping against my entrance. His lips met mine in the most tender of kisses. “Love you, Senna.

Then he was sliding inside, and I arched up to meet him. Our bodies communicated without words. The connection of empath to bond mate was one where they weren’t needed

We spoke in strokes and caresses, building a tempo that was ours alone. My fingers curled into River’s shoulders as he drove deeper. Each thrust imprinting himself on me in a way I knew would never leave. I didn’t want it to,

Screw My Childhood Sweetheart–1 Aplis Brother Marked My First

Chapter 171

I wanted the world to know I was his and he was mine.

I must’ve let that thought pass to him because River’s hold on me tightened. His thrusts grew desperate and frenzied. My nails dug into his back as he took, as he did what I asked and made me his.

My mouth fell open in a silent gasp as my walls clamped down around River. My body grabbed hold with everything I had. We came apart together, with the knowledge we were forever bound.

River pulled to a stop in front of our house. I didn’t make a move to climb out of the SUV he’d borrowed from the lodge. Instead, my fingers tapped in a rapid rhythm on my knees.

He leaned over, tangling his fingers in my hair and tipping my mouth to his. “They aren’t angry with you.”

I believed River. But that didn’t mean the guilt wasn’t still eating away at me.

He released my seat belt. “Come on.”

I opened my door and slid out of the vehicle, moving at a snail’s pace. River rounded the SUV and took my hand in his. He didn’t release any of that calming energy into me, but I was reassured simply by his touch.

We strode up the path to the house and River opened the door, holding it for me. I stepped inside, hovering in the entryway. For the first time, I felt as if this place wasn’t mine That I was an interloper in a world where I wasn’t

welcome.

Low voices drifted from the living room and River nudged me in that direction. We wound our way there, coming to a stop as four sets of eyes lifted at our arrival.

I gripped my hands in front of me, squeezing my fingers tight. There were a variety of reactions to my presence. Caspian and Anson looked worried. Vaughn angry. And Knox I couldn’t read at all.

“Are you okay?” Anson asked.

I nodded, not saying a word.

“She’s worried people will blame her for her father’s actions. That we won’t look at her the same,” River said.

I sent a glare in his direction.

Knox’s mouth slackened. “Sen, you have nothing to do with your father. You didn’t even know who he was for most of your life.”

“He’s still my blood.” The words were quiet, as though if I said them too loud, my reasoning would take root.

Caspian pushed to his feet, striding towards me. “You are nothing like him.”

“I might be capable of the things he is.”

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