The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 181

SERAPHINA

“R–Ronan…too much,” I cried, my voice breaking, my nails carving lines down his back but my pussy refused to let his cock go.

His release pulsed hot inside the condom and still his cock throbbed within me, filling me so deep I swore I could feel every twitch against my walls. I trembled beneath him, panting, thinking he would finally slow…but Ronan never pulled out.

Instead, his hips kept rolling in slow, punishing drags, stretching my over–sensitive pussy until I gasped and whimpered beneath him. “I will die….” the pleasure was too much to handle and every time he would get rough, I would want him to get all the way inside me.

“Then let’s die together,” saying that he pulled out of me. Feeling empty and aching, I looked at him desperately only to find him donning a new condom, as he smirked, “Ready to die?” he teased my clit with his tip.

I bit my lip, moaning in need as he thrusted all the way inside me. Harder and deeper.

I lost track of time from the pleasure and did not remember how many times we had sex. What I did know was as soon as he would release, he would get hard again shortly after. It was as if he was only stopping to give me a couple of minutes to catch my breath. Then he would start making love with me again.

I saw male wolves in rut back in my pack. A male wolf rut was way dangerous, many end up harming their mate, blinded by only lust but no one’s rut was close to his. It was so dangerous that all he wanted was me and release again and again but he had not once harmed me. He would hold himself back and give me a break, wanting to leave a few times if I could not handle his rut but it was me who could not let him go. His rut was so delicious and lovely at the same time when he would moan my name. Only my name.

His cock swelled inside me as if he could never get enough. My body twisted between the sting of oversensitivity and the shockwaves of hidden pleasure sparking every time his thick length dragged against my walls. My legs shook helplessly, but he pinned me open, one hand gripping my thigh high against his waist.

“Ronan…” I drowned in shame. Even though the room was dimly lit, every time he would spread me, expose me, or change the position, I would want to die with embarrassment.

He kissed my shoulders and whispered with his wolf, “You smell so fucking good, Seraphina.”

His rut had completely consumed him and his wolf, driving him wild.

His hand slid between us, rough fingers finding my swollen clit and circling it mercilessly. My back arched off the bed with a strangled cry. Pleasure ripped through me, sharp and unbearable, tears spilling from my eyes as another climax built far too soon.

“Fuck! You clutch me so good…” his voice broke into a feral groan, his thrusts slamming into the same spot deep inside me that made my vision blur. “Milk my cock until you can’t breathe, Seraphina.”

My pussy violently clenched around him, spasming in waves as I screamed his name. My whole body shook, my legs convulsing, and Ronan growled against my throat as if my release drove him into madness.

“Fuck! So tight, so perfect,” he hissed, his thrusts turning brutal again, chasing the last of his rut. He kissed me then, crushing his lips over mine, swallowing my cries as he moved inside me like he owned me, like he would never let me go.

When the aftershocks finally eased, I collapsed beneath him, my chest heaving, my body drenched in sweat. Catching my breath, I saw Ronan through hazy vision realizing he was far from over before the darkness pulled me under.

His rut…it was both delicious and dangerous.

Chapter 10 in For Alfast

As if I were the forbidden sin and he the relentless sinner, he devoured me without mercy claiming, punishing, worshipping, fucking me again and again as if he’d never allow me to escape him.

The pale morning light spilled across the room, warming the bare sweep of skin where we lay I stirred against the solid heat at my side so comfortable, so impossibly right. My lashes fluttered open and there he was, Ronan. Our naked bodies were tangled under the blanket, his arm draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek.

I shifted, intending to hide my blush against his chest when his hand slid to the back of my head and cupped it gently. His fingers threaded through my hair. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Seraphina,” he breathed, his voice low and raw. He didn’t need to say more. The words that followed were simpler, somehow more devastating. “I love you.”

My heart began to drum so hard I could feel it against my ribs. No matter how many times he said it, each time it stole a little more of me.

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