Bound To The Feral Alpha King

CHAPTER THREE

Sophia

“You must be mistaken,” I said inwardly.

My wolf jumped, the intensity of her strength, making me halt in my tracks. “He’s our mate. I feel his wolf calling out for me.” She countered.

“Can you feel it?” A sexy, manly voice called out from behind me, and I slowly turned around. It was the same stranger in the hot spring. I couldn’t make out his facial features through the steam, but his shoulders were broad.

“Feel what?” I found myself asking.

“The bond,” the water splashed, as he rose from it, the steam rounding his form like a robe of some sort. My throat constricted. I turned around. He was probably naked, for goddess sake! “We are fated mates.” He said confidently. “Do you feel it?” He asked.

“I-I should leave,” I stuttered, alarm shrouding my head. What was I still doing here?

My legs were already on the move, when an intoxicating scent assaulted my senses. Pine and vetiver, with a bit of cedar wood.

I swayed on my feet, unable to keep my balance. My heart raced as I heard his footsteps move in my direction. I didn’t need to turn around to know that his eyes were directly on the nape of my neck. The scent grew stronger. Until my body wanted to cave. I was torn between rushing into the stranger’s arms while jumping his bones, begging him to kiss me, and running away as fast as my legs could manage.

Fuck. What was happening to me? I’d never felt this way before. Not even with Kael. Not once.

My body was practically screaming for this man, calling for him, and a strange wetness was spreading between my legs. I felt like I was in heat.

I remained rooted in the same spot, unable to react to the loud roars in my head. Aside from the excited growls from my wolf, of course.

The man stopped behind me, his heat permeating through my back and spreading through my entire body. I jumped, my heart pounding so hard, I was surprised it didn’t fall off. The scent made me want to lean in, lick his neck, my eyes closed, my legs wrapped around his waist. I’d heard rumors that fated mates had a scent exclusive to each other. I always thought they were…well, just rumors. Until now.

“I want you,” he breathed down my neck, and I shuddered.

“I barely know you,” I replied weakly, my voice catching in my throat as his hand slid up my thigh. Little electric jolts coursed through my body, from the point where his hand touched my skin. My legs were about to give way.

“You’re my fated mate,” he said, his voice husky, sending throbs down my core. My breathing hastened, and my brain felt like mush. His hand continued moving upwards, and I exhaled sharply. “That should be enough.” He said.

My head pushed back, as his fingers found my slick folds. Tremors of pleasure escaped my lips, and I leaned into his embrace, my legs getting weak.

He bent me, pulling my ass towards him, and his groin collided with my ass cheeks. A delicious moan tore up my throat.

“I need to be inside you. Right now.” His voice was hoarse with need. My core ached.

“Yes,” I burst out, my voice needier than his. My body trembled, my p***y begging to be filled, wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Damn it,” he cursed, obviously unable to hold back either. He thrust into me with an intensity that betrayed his desire, stealing away my thoughts, and making my lips part in a soundless scream.

“f**k,” I moaned, my eyes watering, legs shaking.

More. I needed more.

As if hearing my thoughts, he picked up pace, plunging in and out, his finger rubbing on my c**t from behind. My cries of pleasure filled the room, slaps of flesh getting more and more crisp. My head felt light, as I reached the end.

“Come for me,” he whispered, his tone bordering on an order that had more effect on me than it should. My body came apart, a loud moan tearing up my throat, leaving me light as a feather. My walls clenched around him as I did, bringing him to his own climax. Hotness filled me, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his d**k still inside my p***y.

“Please,” I gasped.

“Please, what?” He demanded, his finger pushing into me, tearing a loud cry of pleasure from my throat. He pulled out his d**k.

“I want to kiss you,” I shivered, trying to turn around and kiss him. His hand held me firmly in place, unable to let me move an inch.

“I want to–”

A sharp pinch on my neck, pushed the rest of the words down my throat, pleasure spreading through my entire being. My wolf purred in satiation. My fated mate’s teeth dug into my skin, deeper, until his mark was left. Then, he pulled away.

Fuck, he marked me! My head spun at how fast things were moving.

“Goddess damn it, I have to leave.” The man suddenly cursed from behind me, rousing me from my thoughts. He turned around, his back facing me as he quickly got dressed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, with concern, moving towards him. He spared me no glance as he rushed out of the private hot spring room.

“What the hell?” I muttered, watching his departing figure, my heart feeling crushed.

Just like Kael. Of course. What had I been expecting? A happy ending?

I couldn’t breathe at all. I sank to the ground, wincing a bit as my p***y throbbed, reminding me of what happened in the past few minutes.

“He didn’t even tell me his name. I didn’t even get to–” I held my chest, inhaling as pain raced through my heart.

He was my fated mate, yet he left. And he did so after we had s*x. It was clear that was what he wanted. Just s*x. Not me. Not the possibility of what we could have together. What we could enjoy as fated mates. And he abandoned me immediately he got it.

“I’m a fool.” A lone tear slipped down my cheek. Shame filled me.

“Or maybe–” I glanced at the pool with a mutter, “–just maybe I’m not good enough for the men who meet me. They never want to stay. Maybe I’m the problem.” I whispered, with self-pity.

“We are not the problem,” Edna said, firmly.

I glanced at the entrance of the room. Perhaps I should go after him? He was my fated mate after all.

“No,” I pushed off the floor, a steel tone lacing my voice. “I’m done begging men. If he wants to leave–” I glanced at the door.

“–then he’s free to. I would never go after him.”