Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Can Fuck The Hell Out Of You

Eira’s POV

He moved his fingers slowly at first, deliberate and unhurried, as though he intended to memorize every reaction of my body. His thumb traced slow circles over my clit, each stroke measured, each touch purposeful.

At the same time, his other hand kneaded my breasts skillfully, his palm warm and possessive. His mouth claimed my earlobe, almost biting, almost marking, while his breath fell hot and heavy against my skin.

I panted, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my hands reaching back to cradle his face. I needed to feel him, to confirm he was real, that this storm he was stirring inside me was not some fevered dream.

A loud moan tore from my throat. My body arched completely, surrendering to the waves he summoned, before collapsing back against him. I gasped for air, lungs burning, limbs trembling as the pleasure ebbed through me.

He slipped his fingers away gently and pulled me closer into his arms. My back rested fully against his chest, his body a solid, reassuring presence behind me. He pressed soft, lingering kisses along the crook of my neck, as if soothing what he himself had ignited. His breathing was ragged, uneven, betraying that he was no less affected than I was.

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my neck. For a heartbeat, I thought he might sink his canines into my flesh. The thought did not frighten me. It stirred something darker, something intimate and possessive. I found myself wondering how it would feel to be marked by him.

He allowed me time to recover, wordlessly tending to me in his quiet way.

I had not known he could be this gentle.

"Want more?" he asked at last, his voice low and restrained, as though he were holding himself back by sheer will.

Though I had been the one drowning in pleasure, the tension in his body told me he was no less tormented.

"Will you fuck me?" I asked, turning my face slightly toward him.

"No." His answer was firm, unyielding. "But I can use other ways, like this."

"Then I don’t want to," I replied just as firmly.

I would not be selfish. I would not let him suffer while I chased my own pleasure.

"What are you going to do with your cock?" I asked bluntly. It was hard as hell, pressing insistently against me. "I can feel it, you know."

"I can take care of it," he said with quiet arrogance. "You worry about yourself."

Before I could protest further, he eased me down onto the mattress. His movements were careful, almost reverent. He helped me slip back into my panties, smoothed my dress over my thighs, and arranged the cushions behind me so I could rest comfortably.

"You enjoy this view," he said softly. "I’m going to get some fresh air."

"Where?"

He lifted his hand and gestured toward the roof of the caravan.

"Can we go to the rooftop?" I asked, a flicker of excitement rising within me.

"Yes, but you can’t," he replied at once, his tone turning strict. "Not while we’re moving through the hills. Stay where you are until I return."

I rolled my eyes, knowing I had little choice but to obey. As he moved toward the staircase door, he paused by one of the small wardrobes built beside the horizontal bunks and pulled something out.

He tossed a white pullover toward me. "Put this on over your dress if you want to be comfortable."

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