Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Unapologetic intimacy- II

Eira’s POV

With his gaze locked onto mine, his hand slipped beneath my top and squeezed my breasts.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, his fingers kneading slowly, deliberately.

I nodded quickly, desperate for him not to stop.

Yet at the same time, doubt crept into my mind. What was wrong with me? After six years of sexual abuse, I should have hated this, should have recoiled from his touch. I should have been reluctant, fearful.

But he changed everything.

Instead of pulling away, I wanted it more the closer he came.

Was this what they called the magic of the bond? The magic of having a mate?

I did not hate it with him. I enjoyed it.

The first time we mated, I lied to myself, telling myself it was only the effect of heat, that I did not truly want it. But that was never true. I had been lying to myself.

Because with him, it was not abuse.

His touch made me feel alive, wanted, cherished. With him, I felt like a living being, not a thing to be used and discarded.

I felt like a complete woman. A woman with thoughts, needs, and desires.

"Ahh..."

A soft bite at my earlobe snapped me back to the present.

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

I shook my head as his hands slid down to my waist. He lifted me slightly, tugged my pants down past my thighs, and removed them completely.

A shiver ran down my spine as a thought crossed my mind.

Is he going to fuck me?

Not that I had not expected it when I followed him here without protest. But now that the moment was here, fear crept in. Fear for my baby.

I remembered our first mating. How rough he could be. How big he was. His knot.

What if it hurts my baby?

When his hands parted my bare thighs again, my held his hands, stopping him.

Our eyes met.

"You can’t," I said, my tone uncertain.

He remained calm, steady. "Do not worry. I plan to keep my word. I will not mate unless you want me to."

Then? I looked at him questioningly.

"That is not the only way to pleasure my mate when she is this needy," he said, his gaze drifting slowly between my legs. "I can smell how much you want it. And I would be a terrible mate if I ignored my mate when she needs release."

"What do you plan to do?" I asked, my voice hesitant.

The way he looked at me made my heart pound with uncertainty. Memories surfaced. Words spoken long ago echoed in my mind.

No wolf should ever be trusted. They are always eager to fuck, always ruled by their instincts. Ruthlessly driven toward their mate.

And yet, facing him now, I was not sure whether to fear him... or trust him completely.

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