The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 498

The Roques Female Alpha

Chapter 498

Snowflakes

Finished

I finished wiping down the counters in the kitchen, flicked off the light switch, and dragged my exhausted body toward the bedroom/

The door was ajar, soft glow from Cupid’s phone illuminating his face as he lay propped against the headboard, scrolling intently.

I managed a tired smile, crawled onto the bed, and sank into the space beside him, immediately curling into his warmth. My head found its place in the crook of his arm, and I let out a long, weary sigh.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice low.

I nodded against his chest.

“Just tired.”

I tilted my head to look at him, drinking in the sharp lines of his face. Every new piece of his past he shared made me love him deeper.

Ares Bani might have clawed his way up, but Cupid was the true embodiment of rising from nothing. His story was raw, powerful, especially now that even Luna Sash had started showing him respect.

“Cupid,” I whispered, “will your father’s wife come this December too?”

“She comes every December,” he answered without looking up, eyes still glued to his phone.

Curiosity, and a flicker of annoyance pricked me. I leaned in to kiss his lips. He kissed back, but it was distracted, almost absent. That was enough. If he wasn’t going to give me his full attention, I’d rather sleep.

“Good night,” I muttered, rolling onto my side, back to him, yanking the covers over my shoulder.

Silence stretched for a few beats. Then the phone clicked off, the bedside lamp went dark, and the mattress dipped as he slid down beside me.

His warm palm settled on my bare thigh, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles before slipping under the hem of the oversized shirt I wore, his shirt, and gliding upward.

I stayed still, pretending to be asleep, refusing to react. His hand kept moving, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened into a tight peak. A helpless ache bloomed between my legs, my pussy growing slick despite my stubbornness.

He squeezed my breast firmly, rolling the nipple between his fingers. I couldn’t hold back the soft sigh thời escaped.

Finally, I rolled onto my back, facing him in the darkness. His face was inches from mine; he lowered his mouth and kissed me, slow, tender, deliberate.

The kiss deepened, his body pressing against mine, heavy and hot. He dragged his lips down my throat to

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He palmed one roughly, then sucked the nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make me moần.

“Cupid…” I breathed.

He returned to my mouth, swallowing the sound, while his hand slid lower. His fingers found my pussy, already soaked, and he rubbed slow, firm circles over my swollen clit. I tried to stay quiet, tried to stay still, but my hips jerked involuntarily, chasing more fiction.

He covered my entire pussy with his palm, heat radiating through me. My toes curled; I was throbbing, desperate.

Finally, he shifted over me, knees forcing my thighs apart. The thick head of his cock nudged my entrance, slick with my arousal, and he eased in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

I gasped against his lips; he kissed it away, swallowing every sound as he began to move.

His thrusts were gentle at first, deep and loving, full of unspoken emotion. I clung to his shoulders, breasts bouncing with each slow drag of his cock inside me.

He drove in deeper, staying there, grinding against my cervix until that strange, magnetic pull tightened between us.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him impossibly deeper.

He pulled back and shoved in again, hitting that perfect spot that made us both groan. I trembled beneath him, nails raking down his back.

He paused, breathing hard, then hooked my legs over his shoulders and folded me in half. The next thrust was fierce, sudden, claiming.

What started tender turned savage; slow wasn’t enough anymore. We needed more.

He pounded into me, hips slamming, cock stretching me wide with every brutal stroke. I gripped him tighter, begging with my body for harder, faster.

Suddenly he rolled us; I was on top, straddling him. His hands clamped my hips, forcing me down hard onto his cock.

I sank fully, crying out as he bottomed out, filling me so deep I saw stars. I rode him desperately, grinding. bouncing, while he sat up to meet me thrust for thrust, our hips crashing together, his cock drilling deeper than before.

I bit his lip hard enough to taste blood; he growled and gripped me tighter, fucking up into me relentlessly.

He flipped me again, this time onto my stomach, yanking my hips up. His hand wrapped around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my head spin as he slammed back inside.

I moaned, then whimpered, lost in the wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding my dripping pussy

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