The Alphas Assassin (Complete)

The Question

*Ariella*

“Gabriel…” I sighed as his mouth closed on my neck and sucked gently. “No… marks…” I reminded again before his lips broke away from my skin.

“I want my marks on your skin…” he growled “I want everyone to know you belong to the Alpha”A hard thrust radiating into me. His voice sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted his mark badly at this point, but I knew bearing his mark during my heat would mean only trouble.

He quickened his pace. Hard thrusts caused the bench beneath me to shake. The walls of the shed he had pulled me into vibrated at his motions. He leaned his head into the crook of my shoulder and I felt his hot breath wash down my neck where his lips laid. His muscular body engulfed me, encapsulated me inside the overbearing sandalwood scent that flowed off of him. I couldn’t help that I wanted him so badly… something inside of me said I needed him. In so many ways, it begged for him to mark me, to explode inside me, to let me wear the badges of his affections.

But I knew this wasn’t affection. This was nature. His lust for me would subside as my heat dispersed, and I’d only need to hold his marks at bay until he lost interest in me.

He suddenly pulled from me, my body ached in his absence as he groaned against my neck. I panted, sweat dripping from my forehead as we both took in heavy breaths, the smell of s*x over taking every other smell as his c*m dripped onto the floor.

“Sorry…” he breathed. “I… couldn’t wait anymore…”

“That’s… that’s okay…” I breathed back.

I heard him swallow. The sound of his throat squeezing seemed to amplify his heartbeat. My senses for some reason kicked into overdrive as we stood there face to face with one another.

“Will you come to a Gala with me…?”