Page 51 of The Duke’s Rejected Mate

Arousal pours through my veins as my mouth waters at the sight of him. I want to bite him, to mark him, to make him forever mine. Pained, desperate mewls scratch at my throat as I arch in the bed, reveling in my touch.

He watches me, his eyes darkening by the second. His chest heaves with each breath. It’s like looking at a dark and terrible god as he stares down at me.

Once his breeches peel down off his thighs, his erection springs out, thick, hard, with precum pearling at the tip. His scent surrounds me, seeping into my very pores as I breathe him in. My fingers graze against the hardened flesh of my clit as everything coils tightly within me.

“Such a good girl for me,” he rasps. “Always such a good girl.”

He climbs onto the bed with me, making it dip under his weight. When he wedges his knees between my thighs, my insides flip with delight. He’s going to spill his seed inside me once more.

His fingers graze mine as he trails them down my pussy. At my entrance, he stops, pausing, hovering there. It’s torture feeling him so close but knowing he won’t fill me up the way I need him to.

Arousal drips from my body, and he scoops it up and licks it off his fingers. My inner walls clench on air, and I whimper at the erotic sight. When he goes down again, I close my eyes as my release flutters at my frayed edges. So close. So very close.

Once more, he eases a finger inside, keeping his touch light and shallow. As he drags it out, he grips my hips with his hot palms.

“Turn over for me.”

I do as he says, desperate for the release I know is imminent. His hands move me, guiding me until my breasts press against the sheets and my bottom is high in the air.

“Keep touching yourself,” he rasps out. “This is going to hurt. But you’re going to be my good little omega and take it. Right?”

I grunt against my pillow as I wedge my hand underneath so I can keep stroking my slick flesh. To have him spank me in such a position makes the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings at an alarming rate.

Only, his hand doesn’t come down upon my upturned backside. He goes back to my entrance to gather some more arousal. Based on the shifting I feel behind me, Charles must be using my slick to lubricate his movements. Heat fills my face as I picture him gripping his massive cock as it drips with my essence.

His fingers are back, this time, blocking my hand and knocking it out of the way. He groans behind me as he touches me, pinches me, coaxing me into a thunderous release. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cries of pleasure as they roll through me.

Charles, however, is nowhere close to done. He keeps touching me, drawing out the agony of my release until I’m nearly sobbing, begging him to stop. Then, and only then, do I feel an odd pressure at my bottom hole.

I jerk forward, desperate to get away, but he grabs my hips, holding me firmly in place. “Don’t move, Cynthia. I do not wish to harm you. Do this for me. Take my cock in your arse. Let me fuck you as a husband would a wife.”

Tears blur my vision as I crane my neck around to look at him. “But won’t they know? Won’t Henhaven… that is… if I am to marry him? I will be ruined.”

“Shhh, my sweet,” he murmurs. “No one will know. This is the one way I can have you as my wife with no one being the wiser. Now relax and breathe.”

Charles goes silent behind me as that pressure nudges against my forbidden hole. Taking me like a husband. Will I truly feel what it’s like to be his in every way?

I bring my hands up near the pillow and grip the sheets. It’s intense, a pain unlike any I’ve felt before. Behind me, Charles presses forward. He pushes into me, stretching my bottom hole out with his massive cock. To his credit, he goes slowly, taking his time, but it’s no use.

Burying my face back in the pillow, I bite down on the fabric to keep my screams from waking up the household. It’s a burning, searing sensation as he invades me, forcing me open, breaking me one push at a time.

My mind threatens to fracture as the burning morphs, turning into arousal. I do my best to grab hold of it, to ride out this agony with the pleasure that comes with it. But I can’t seem to do it. Tears wet my cheeks as I sob into the pillow, clenching it as tightly as I dare.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, opening me up even more. “You’re taking me so fucking well. Keep breathing for me, sweet thing. Keep your body still and relaxed as I take this hole. As I make you mine.”

I do as he bids, unable to disobey. I want so desperately to feel him inside me, to be owned by him inside and out. Keening wails pour into the pillow as the burn and stretch become overwhelming. I can’t. I just can’t.

His growls wash over me, leaving me limp, boneless, helpless as he drives forward. He commands my body, forcing it to his will with just a deep vibration from his chest. I should hate him for this. I should despise him. But I can’t.

I want this. I want him. If this is the only way to have him, I’ll take it.

He presses deeper into me, each push opening me even more. Will he split me in two? Can my small, fragile body take him?

Even now, he looms over me, his massive body covering mine with his. He wraps himself around me, holding me close as he continues to torment me. Even if he wasn’t growling and forcing me into submission, I wouldn’t be able to fight. He’s far too large.

“Zounds, you’re so fucking tight,” he rasps through gritted teeth. “I’m almost in. Don’t worry, sweet girl. I won’t knot you. Not yet. Not back here. Not until you beg me to. For now, just feel me slide deep inside you, filling you. Can you feel me, Cynthia? Can you feel my cock stretching you open?”

“Y- yes, Charles,” I whimper against the pillow.