The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Laila’s POV

“Gods,” he whispered in the kind of breathless, sexy way he would have used when we had been in bed together all those years ago.

My face flushed, and I felt rooted to the spot. My eyes wide, my heart picking up pace, my panties dampening at the memories.

Something about his energy right now was setting me on fire from the inside out. “Jason…”

He blinked. His chest heaved, his breath heavy. Then, with a growl, he said, “Laila…”

All I did was gasp. That was enough. He surged up from his chair, and in a flash, was by my side. No, not just beside me but all around me. His arms encircled my waist, his lips came crashing down to mine. As he licked in my mouth, I tasted his fresh coffee off his tongue.

He had called me Laila. He must have figured everything out all on his own, and was no longer looking for confirmation but searching for connection instead.

I was so caught up in him, in his heat and in the strength of the hard body against me. I had missed him more than I realized.

He was so hot, well–muscled and strong. His hands were firm as they sneaked up the back of my shirt, his fingers teasing at the clasp of my bra.

I felt like I was being swept right off my feet. My logical brain turned entirely off, and I was instead a prisoner to the moment. And to the passions ignited inside of my own body.

I gripped at his shirt, lost now only to feeling, as I kissed him back like my life depended on it. In this moment, it felt like it did.

“Laila,” he breathed as we came up for air.

“Yes,” I managed, because tha

I was all I could say, other than his name. Oh, and, “Please, Jason.”

With a growl, he tore at my bra clasp, not bothering to take the time to unlatch it. Before he could damage my shirt as well, I pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. My ripped bra fell off in the process, leaving my breasts fully exposed for his hungry

eyes.

He looked for a moment, then cupped them with his hands. Then, in a flash, he shoved off most of the things from his desk onto the floor, making space. He grabbed me by the hips, then set me on top of the desk. Before I could even breathe again, he lowered himself down to my breasts and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.

I clawed my fingers through his hair, desperate to keep him there as his tongue swirled around the tender peak. One of his hands rose to cup my other breast, his thumb flicking over the neglected nipple.

I gasped and moaned. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to tug him closer. I wanted him. I needed him.

It was as if my body, which had remained dormant since the last time I’d been with Jason, was coming alive again, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

She kissed his way to my other breast, then gave that one equal attention. This was fine, but it wasn’t good enough. Not

anymore.

I grabbed his shirt and tugged. He lifted himself only long enough to remove it before coming back to my lips and kissing me again.

He reached for my skirt, lifting it. He grabbed at my exposed panties and tore them away with ease.

At the same time, I grabbed the front of his pants, unbuttoning and pulled down the zipper. I pushed them down, his boxers too, until his impressive dick sprung free. He was rock–hard under my hand, and I felt powerful for having been the one to do this. To make trim so turned on.

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He wanted me. Not Vanessa. Laila.

I was wild with lust, and Jason was right there with me.

He pushed me down so that my back was flat on his desktop. Then he dragged my ass closer to the edge. My legs were spread wide, welcoming. Inviting

He took his dick in hand, lined himself with my greedy, soaking wet entrance and plunged himself into me.

It had been some time so I was tight. I squeezed my eyes shut, and he entirely froze. His wolf whimpered. I knew he hadn’t meant to cause me any discomfort.

The too–tight feeling lasted for a moment, before only the pure bliss remained.

We were so in tuned with each other, that he saw for himself when things had changed.

He pulled out slowly, then slowly back in. It was beautiful torture that had me moaning like my life depended on it.

But that slowness only lasted for a moment.

A look of pure heat passed between us, and it was as if a wild beast was then unlocked from their cage.

He started to rut, thrusting his hips in and out in a fast pace. I closed my legs around him, as I clawed at the desk, leaving marks

in the wood.

The desk screeched across the floorboards with each thrust, until it finally connected to the wall and could go no further.

Jason’s hard dick filled me with each pistoning thrust, spiking pleasure after pleasure through my body. Each thrust was coupled with a hard grunt from him, and a moan from me.

He was relentless, pushing me right up to the edge of my orgasm.

“Jason, ah! Jason! So close!”

He didn’t give up, didn’t slow down. He just kept fucking me like an animal, and it felt so good I could scream.

“Ja–ah–son!”

I was pushed over the edge, my mouth falling open, my eyes squeezed shut. “AH!”

He didn’t slow, still fucking me with reckless abandon.

Only when I came a second time, same as the first, did he lift me up off the desk, still holding me speared on his dick and carried

୮ me to the couch.

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