Mated To The Alpha Bully

39

I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door. Looking at myself in the mirror made me cringe. I had blood dried all along one side of my face, and my red hair was a tangled, stringy mess. Why the front desk woman hadn’t turned us away on sight, I didn’t know. I bet I smelled as good as I looked too. No wonder Kaden didn't want to f**k me.

I turned on the shower, which looked more modern than the rest of the house, thankfully. Of course, it still had that 1950's pink tile everywhere, but at this point, I'd take whatever I could get. At the first touch of hot water on my aching body, I couldn’t help the moan that came out of my throat. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, allowing the water to sluice through my hair and along my skin. I reached for the provided shampoo and lathered my hair up, rinsing out the blood and dirt that had accumulated over the last few days. Then I did a quick wash of the rest of me, already feeling a thousand times better. I couldn't wait 'til we rejoined the Ophiuchus pack wherever they were hiding and I could have regular showers again. Other wolves didn't care as much as I did about cleanliness, but—

The shower curtain jerked open, and I screamed like someone in a horror movie. The sound cut off when I saw Kaden standing there, staring at me with hunger in his eyes. He didn’t have a shirt on. Typical.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my heart racing, and not just because he'd startled me.

His gaze lowered, devouring every inch of my naked body as the water ran over it. Then his eyes snapped back to mine and they smoldered with pure, carnal need. "I don't know. But I'm tired of fighting this."

My mouth fell open, but I was stunned speechless as his hands slid to the front of his jeans, popping open the top button. As they hit the floor, his c**k jutted forward, rock hard and straining toward me. An answering flush of desire went through me, and I stepped back to give Kaden room to step into the shower with me.

He took a moment to rinse himself off under the shower, removing all traces of blood, and then turned back to me. His hands caught my face as the water slid over us, and I looked up at him, holding my breath. Expecting him to come to his senses and walk away again.

But he didn't.

"I'm done resisting."

Kaden's mouth crashed down on mine, and it was like a dam bursting free. He devoured me with his kiss, holding nothing back this time, claiming me with every stroke of his tongue. Our bodies collided, our wet skin slipping together, and I smoothed my hands against his hard chest. I was finally allowed to touch, and I wanted to sample every single inch of him.

His fingers tightened around my hips, and then he pressed me against the cool tile at my back. I broke the kiss with a gasp at the sudden change, but he immediately captured my mouth again, his kiss demanding. Hungry. Like he needed something only I could give him.

He slid his hands down to cup my ass, and then he was lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist. No foreplay. Neither of us needed it. I grabbed onto his shoulders as his c**k rubbed against my wet folds, lining up so easily, our bodies remembering how perfectly we fit together. Then with one hard thrust, he was inside.

It was so sudden and so good that I forgot how to breathe for a second. He bottomed out inside me, filling me up with his hard length, and it was like something clicked. Whereas kissing Jordan had felt all wrong, everything about this felt oh so very right.

I gripped onto his shoulders as he began to thrust up into me, f*****g me hard and rough against the tile wall. Need for Kaden overwhelmed me, making me feel like a wild animal, and this time there was no heat driving it. I wanted, and Kaden gave.

He was just as hungry as I was, his c**k demanding to go deeper, harder, faster. His fingers dug into my skin, holding me exactly where he wanted me. I cried out with each thrust, clutching Kaden’s shoulders, and he nipped at my neck with his teeth. I threw my head back, legs clenching tighter around his waist.

He gripped my chin and dragged my head down, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You feel so f*****g good," he said, each word punctured by the stroke of his c**k. "I've wanted this ever since that full moon."

"Me too," I said, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I thought about it every single night."

Kaden growled in response, and his thrusts grew more frenzied, the beat becoming almost brutal. Each stroke in and out dragged his c**k right along that sparking center of pleasure. I’d been on edge for so long, desperately wanting Kaden, and now I finally had him. He pounded me against the tile, and I swore I heard some of them crack, but neither one of us could stop. A frenzy of pure need had taken over, almost like when I'd been in heat, but there was no full moon to blame this time, just us.

It only took a few more thrusts before I was coming, my p***y tightening around him, wanting to bring his c**k deeper inside of me. Kaden groaned, throwing his head back. His thrusts became erratic, and his hands tightened on my ass. He came inside of me and then stilled, his body caught in a beautiful arch of muscle as water droplets slid down his torso. I moaned, the pleasure still washing over me in waves, and I ground down on his c**k to chase the last bit of my orgasm.