Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Fuck Me!

Eira’s POV

"I gave you a chance to leave, but you chose to stay." His hand settled along my jaw, thumb tracing slowly over my lower lip as if memorizing the shape of it. "Will you regret it later?"

"I won’t," I whispered. The words came softer than I intended, but they were true. Standing this close to him, feeling the heat radiating from his body, I couldn’t think of leaving.

"The hurt wolf is more dangerous than you can think of," he murmured, his voice rough, heavy with restraint.

Maybe that was exactly why I stayed.

"Eira..." His tone lowered, warning and longing tangled together. "I meant it when I said you won’t be leaving this room tonight."

"I heard you." I didn’t break eye contact. Something inside me refused to step back now.

His gaze darkened, searching mine as if waiting for me to falter.

I didn’t.

My hands lifted instinctively, wanting to touch him, to soothe the tension I could feel coiled beneath his skin. But his fingers closed around my wrists, pinning them gently above my head against the door.

"Last warning," he breathed, though the tremor in his voice betrayed how thin his control had become.

"Are you unwilling?" I asked quietly. "Then I’ll leave."

The words barely left my lips before his restraint snapped.

"You..." he exhaled, and then his mouth covered mine.

The kiss was not rushed. It wasn’t wild. It was deep, slow, consuming, as if he had waited far too long to allow himself this moment. His free hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer, holding me steady.

He smelled like mint and smoke. He must have smoked a while ago, and damn these days I loved this lingering scent of smoke on my mates.

I didn’t hold back either, kissing him with all I had.

My breath tangled with his. My greedy tongue sought for his, loving the every stroke of his tongue in my mouth, so skilled and melting me into the intensity of it.

Every heartbeat felt louder, heavier, echoing through my chest.

He didn’t devour me. He savored me.

And that made it more dangerous.

My body inclined to press against his, but his hand at my waist held me in a place to retrain me. He was caring towards my slightly round belly and our child, while I almost forgot about it in the heat of a moment.

How much more he was going to make me adore with his thoughtful actions? He was just making me fall for him harder that I already was.

His lips softened after a moment, the tension melting into something warmer, more intimate. He lingered there, forehead brushing mine, his breath uneven.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he whispered again, the warning rough and low, vibrating against my lips.

"Maybe," I murmured, my breath unsteady. "But I know who I’m asking."

His gaze softened, the wild edge in his eyes easing just enough to reveal the man beneath the wolf, before kissing me again.

"Your mate," he rasped, his voice hoarse, breath scorching my skin as we both gasped for air. "You have every right."

His lips returned to mine, slower this time, as if he wanted to feel every breath I took.

He tilted his head, changing the angle of the kiss, and a soft sound slipped from my throat before I could stop it.

His breath hitched.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, restraint snapping thread by thread. "I am going to make you moan louder than that."

Heat rushed through me at his promise. The bond between us pulsed, alive and hungry, urging me closer, urging me to surrender every guarded part of myself to him.

Now I understood what it meant to have a mate. Not just a lover, not just a partner. Someone you could give your soul to willingly, completely. Nothing felt more raw, more sacred than this moment.

He freed my hands, creating space between us only to lace our fingers together, grounding me before guiding me away from the door. I barely noticed my steps as he led me toward the dark leathered couch, his gaze never leaving mine, heavy and consuming.

When we stopped, he didn’t ask again. Wordlessly, slowly, his hands moved to my dress, peeling it away from me with a deliberate patience that made every nerve in my body burn.

"I am going to take you right here," he said, voice thick with promise. "On this couch."

The words sent a shiver down my spine.

Moments later I stood naked before him, exposed under the intensity of his stare. Yet there was no shame, only a boldness rising inside me as I lifted my chin and met his gaze, silently daring him to do exactly what he threatened.

His earlier words echoed in my mind. ’The hurt wolf is more dangerous than you can think of.’

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