Fuck indeed.
A shiver crested down my spine, and I squeezed the front of his shirt, tipping my hips up to grind on him. Eyebrows scrunching together, his features twisted. Rafe dropped onto his elbows, bringing his mouth closer to mine.
I lifted my chin on instinct.
He avoided my lips.
I turned my cheek to the side, trying to play off the hurt from the rejection and focus on the pleasure my body was experiencing. Nothing could ever compare to this. To having an Alpha inside me—my Alpha.
An orgasm wracked my channel. Electrical pulses zapped through every inch of me. My back arched, and I gripped his shirt hard, bucking.
Rafe groaned, his eyebrows furrowing so hard they formed a thin line between them. As soon as his knot pulsed, the pressure becoming more present, his eyes widened, and he pulled out. Seed spilled over my bare sex, the warmth jutting against me like lashes. Another orgasm wrenched through my core, and I screamed.
The world faded along the edges of my vision like before I’d passed out. I dragged in a harsh breath, and the expansion of my lungs hurt. Another rope of cum splashed against the crevice of my pussy. I finally managed to lift my head. He gripped his girth in his big hand.
Heat filled his gaze as he studied my sex like he could memorize the image. They hadn’t mentioned anything after my proposal. Desperation clawed at my throat for them to agree. For them to acknowledge letting me go.
After this, more than anything, it was what I wanted. I would become addicted to their touch, to their claim.
“Agree to my proposal,” I croaked. “I’ll behave and stop trying to escape.”
He took my jaw between his fingers, squeezing hard. “You won’t escape even if you try.”
Hurt swelled in my throat. This wasn’t how a Scent Match should be treated.
Releasing me, he stood to his full, intimidating height, his broad shoulders blocking everything behind him, but all I couldfocus on were his brown eyes studying me with such dispassion as he zipped his cock into his jeans.
Rafe eyed the macaroni then the fork lying on the comforter. He plucked it up and strode over to the locked door. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out some keys. They jingled as he twisted the knob.
I lay like a limp noodle, studying the hard body and rippling muscles. Upon pushing open the door, he revealed the pristine white bathroom. I’d been right.
He disappeared inside, and it forced me out of my sexual stupor. I slapped my legs together and wiggled to inch my dress down. The dampness between my thighs was uncomfortable.
Rafe returned and was in front of me, wiping the fork with his T-shirt. When he perched on the bed, it jostled me closer to him. His arm curled around my waist, forcing me to remain at his side.
I could only gawk as he stabbed the prongs into the mac.
“I’m not really—mfff.”
He squeezed my jaw until my lips pursed, then worked his finger into my cheek until he could open it and shove the cold mac in my mouth.
“Fucking eat,” he growled in my ear.
My body went boneless at the Alpha in his voice, and I chewed. He grunted and stabbed another forkful and held it to my mouth. This time, I just opened my mouth and chewed quickly, not trying to focus on the artificial taste of the cheese.
Three more bites later, I emptied the bowl and, looking satisfied, he stood, taking with him the bowl and fork.
He left . . . and he didn’t lock the bathroom door.
I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose, but I would take full advantage of the shower.
Chapter 8
If only the girl stopped being so headstrong. I rolled my shoulders and continued into the living room where Dorian perched on the couch, studying the Epad.
“She was trying to escape.”
Cade was dressed for his daily run and he came to a screeching stop.
