Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Kael’s POV

The scent hit me like a physical force. It slammed into my senses, drowning out the coppery tang of Finn’s blood still in my mouth, the stink of his fear.

Aria. Her heat.

Fenrir surged forward, a tidal wave of possessiveness and raw, primal hunger.

I fought him, hard. My human mind screamed caution. She was hurt. Bruised. Terrified. Fresh from Finn’s attack. This wasn’t the time. It couldn’t be. I took a step back, my massive wolf body trembling with the effort of control.

The shift ripped through me, bones cracking, fur receding, leaving me naked and breathing hard on my knees in the wreckage of the room.

Aria whimpered again. The sound was a knife twisting in my gut. She was curled on her side, shivering violently despite the heat radiating off her in waves. Her dress was shredded, barely clinging to her, revealing the darkening bruises on her ribs, the split lip, the tear tracks cutting through the grime on her cheeks.

Her eyes, wide and dilated, found mine. Fear flickered there, sharp and bright, but beneath it... beneath it was something else.

"Kael?" Her voice was a broken rasp, thick with tears and something else – the heat thickening her words, making them husky.

"I’m here," My own voice was rough, gravelly from the roar and the shift. I stayed where I was, forcing myself not to move closer, even as every instinct screamed to cover her. "You’re safe."

She tried to push herself up, a gasp escaping her as her bruised ribs protested. "H-he... he gave me something. I felt... wrong. And then... hot. So hot."

Her breath hitched, her gaze dropping, then flicking back to me, filled with a confusion that was rapidly being consumed by that raw need. "Kael... I... I need..."

*She needs us,* Fenrir growled, the sound vibrating through my bones. *Can’t you smell it? Can’t you feel it? She’s begging.*

She was. Her scent was an open invitation, a siren song pulling at the very core of my being. The sweet, cloying aroma of her heat mixed with the lingering chemical taint of whatever Finn had drugged her with, creating a potent, intoxicating cocktail.

I moved. I knelt beside her, the rough floorboards biting into my knees, but I barely registered it. All I saw was her. The rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath the tattered fabric. The flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, disappearing beneath the ruined dress.

Her skin was scorching hot. She leaned into my touch with a whimper, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before snapping open, filled with a frantic urgency.

Her hand shot out, small and surprisingly strong, grabbing my wrist. Not to push me away, but to pull my hand down. Down from her cheek, over the rapid pulse in her throat, past the swell of her breast barely covered by ripped lace, and lower still. She pressed my palm hard against the junction of her thighs, right over her clothed pussy.

That was it. The final thread snapped.

A savage growl ripped from my throat. I surged forward, covering her body with mine, careful even in my frenzy to avoid her bruised ribs. My mouth crashed down onto hers.

I held still for a fraction of a second, buried deep, letting her adjust, letting us both feel the incredible fullness. Her pussy pulsed around me, milking my cock.

I pulled back, almost to the tip, feeling her inner muscles cling desperately, trying to keep me inside, then slammed back in, hard and deep.

"Ah! FUCK!" Aria cried out, her back arching off the floor. "Like that! Harder! Please!"

Her hands roamed my back, my ass, pulling me deeper, urging me on. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around my shaft, signaling her impending climax.

I could feel my own release coiling tight in my balls, an unstoppable pressure building. Her heat, her scent, the incredible feel of her pussy squeezing me... it was too much.

"Gonna come?" I growled against her skin, my thrusts becoming even more frantic, pounding into her.

"Yes! Yes! Kael! I’m... I’m coming!" she shrieked, her body going rigid beneath me. Her pussy convulsed violently around my shaft, a series of intense, rhythmic clenches that felt like liquid fire. Her inner walls spasmed, gripping me impossibly tight, pulling me deeper.

The sensation ripped my control away. My hips pistoned forward one last time, burying my cock to the root as my orgasm exploded. Hot jets of cum pulsed deep inside her, filling her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me, my vision whiting out, my body shuddering violently as I emptied myself into her welcoming heat.

I collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing her into the floor, my cock still buried deep within her pulsing pussy, still twitching as the last spurts of cum left me. Her arms came around me, holding me close, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. The scent of our joining – her heat, my cum, our sweat – filled the air, thick and potent.