The Fury Pack Alpha's Secret Mate

Chapter 6-The Flashback

His mouth is on mine before I can think. Before I can breathe.

One second we’re standing in the hallway, staring at each other like two people caught in a dream, and the next, I’m being kissed like the world’s ending. His lips crash into mine, rough and hot, and the sound I make isn’t human. It’s something primal, desperate.

My back hits the door behind me with a soft thud, and I barely register it because all I can feel is him as his hands slide up my waist and his fingers curl possessively around my hips. His chest presses me into the wood like he’s trying to brand me with the heat of his body.

“Adam,” I gasp, but it comes out more like a moan, breathless and begging.

Because he’s lit a fire inside me, and it's raging. Licking. Burning me up and heating my blood like a drug. I kiss him more deeply, desperate for the honeyed flavor that seems to pour from his tongue and the harder I suck, the sweeter the kiss becomes.

My mind screams, the sound a distant echo, telling me this isn’t normal. The sweetness, the flavor, the way it seems to drug me, seeping into my blood and pouring back out in a rage of arousal so intense I feel my p***y spasm. Empty. Desperate. Pleading to be filled.

I ignore it. I feel like a junkie and Adam Fury is my fix. My salvation. The fire that’s feeding my soul.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you,” he growls, his voice thick and low against my lips.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, and I stare up into eyes that look silver in the dim light and flicker with a wildness that swirls with that same strange silvery-blue light. Something deep inside me shudders in recognition. Like a key turning in a lock I didn’t know was there.

He kicks the door open behind me and lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist without thinking, and moan when my p***y makes contact with his thick c**k. He carries me inside the dimly lit room, his mouth never leaving mine, the growl that escapes when I grind down on him a sign of how much he wants me back. He tastes like heat and sin, smoke and something wilder.

Something sweet. Potent. Something I can’t name but feels so good, I can only kiss him deeper and suck his tongue into my mouth, seeking the source of the honeyed syrup I now crave.

He lays me down on the bed so gently I almost forget who he is, and then his hands start sliding down my body, tugging at my shirt, peeling my jeans down my legs like he’s unwrapping a gift he’s waited years to touch.

“You’re so f*****g beautiful,” he murmurs, kneeling between my thighs and staring down at my p***y with such heat, I feel the muscles within me tighten, begging for more.

I should be afraid. I’m a virgin. I’ve never shown a man my body, never mind my s*x. But there’s no fear. There’s only desperate need and a primal imperative as I watch him lick his lips while he gently touches me, sliding his fingers through my soaked slit.

I cry out, my c**t pulsing, and then arch, moaning low in my throat when his fingers press against my opening, the tips teasing the spasming flesh that begs for his touch.

“Adam.”

The air rushes out of me when he leans down and kisses the inside of my knee, and then he goes higher, running his tongue up over my inner thigh, hip, belly and back down to suck the smooth flesh of my mound. Every inch of me is on fire, my skin is oversensitive, my brain feels fogged with need, but nothing prepares me for what I feel when his mouth finally moves and that wicked tongue finds my center.

“Oh, God!” I scream, the heat, the relief, the climbing arousal growing when he winds his tongue around my c**t and growls.

“This p***y. f**k, Rogue.” Adam snarls into my s*x, stealing my breath.

My back arches off the bed with a sharp cry, and his growl vibrates against me. Low, hungry, possessive.

“Adam…oh my God…please!”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down. His mouth moves. He’s French kissing my p***y, licking, sucking, making love to my s*x with such devotion I can’t think straight.

All I know is bliss. Need. Desperate longing when he presses his tongue to my entrance and starts to softly jab it inside me in tender pokes before he licks back up and hums against me. His hands pin my hips in place as his tongue works me open. Slides in. starts to thrust as if he’s trying to lick my p***y dry and devour me whole.

“Adam! There. Oh, right there.” I cry, my hands stroking into his hair and clenching when he growls.

The sound is beastly. Possessive. Erotic as hell, and I come apart so fast it’s like lightning shooting through my veins. I cry out again, trembling, and still he doesn’t stop.

“You taste like f*****g heaven,” he murmurs, his eyes glowing up at me from between my thighs.

I can’t think. I can’t speak. All I can do is feel.

He kisses his way back up my body, dragging his mouth over my skin like he’s memorizing the shape of me. My n*****s burn, plump and swollen as if they’re begging, and I almost come again when he sucks them deep, the scrape of his teeth adding a layer of pleasure that settles back between my legs and creates a pulse that makes my eyes roll back.

I just came, and yet, I want more. Need it. Need him.

Mine!

I reach for him, pulling at his shirt, needing to feel his skin, to know him.

“Please.” I moan, my hands urgent as I tear at his clothes and shoves his jeans down, the feel, smell, sight of his thick c**k making me sob my desperation when it springs out and slaps against my inner thigh.

“I’m here, Rogue. Hush, baby. Shh. Let me get you ready. Your tiny p***y won’t handle me unless I get you wet.” Adam murmurs, his jaw ticking when I reach down between us and grasp him, lifting until I can ru the tip of this thick d**k through my slit.

Pleasure hits me, and I feel something slick spurt against me. Hot. Burning. Soaking into my s*x and creating a need so strong, I feel my womb flex. I need him. My mind is racing, going crazy. I want to turn, go to my knees, spread my legs, and beg him to f**k into me from behind.

I don’t know where the need is coming from. It's so strong I almost sob when he growls and pins me, shaking his head with a snarl, letting me know I've been begging out loud.

“Stop. I can’t…take you that way. It has to be like this. I must maintain control.” He growls, his fingers digging into my hips and flexing before he closes his eyes and groans, gentling his touch. “Please, baby. For me. Let me do this slowly. Right.”

When he slides into me, slow, deep, thick, I cry out again, but not from pain. From the unbearable pressure of being filled by him. The way we fit together is… unreal. Like my body was built for him. Like he’s been waiting for this moment for centuries.

His name falls from my lips like a prayer as he moves inside me, slow at first, then harder. His mouth is on my neck, my shoulder, and then, he bites me.

Hard.

The pain flares for a second, sharp and shocking, and then it dissolves into pure heat. I go still. My vision swims. And something breaks inside me. Or maybe it clicks into place. I don’t know. All I know is that I feel him. Everywhere.

It’s not just s*x. It’s… something else.

Something deeper. Bigger. More dangerous.

His name is the only thing I can hold onto as I close my eyes and take his pounding thrusts. His c**k slices into me, the thick length too much and yet not enough. My p***y feels like it’s on fire. I feel tightening inside, from my womb to my sheath and my c**t is throbbing so insistently I want to reach down and rub until I come.

“Adam. f**k. Please. Deeper. I need it. It’s burning!” I scream, every part of me tensing and releasing, coiling, aching until I feel my shoulder begin to throb. I come apart again, this time harder, deeper, a full-body shattering that leaves me breathless when my p***y starts to lock down and sucks around him so hard my c**t goes off again.

I come once. Twice. Oh f**k! Oh f**k me, I stop counting as my p***y shatters over and over. All I know is bliss. The drugging pleasure. The agony of so much pleasure, my womb contracts and then shudders as if it's seeking something.

“Come. Inside me. Oh, yes. Please. I need it filling me. Splashing deep. Fill my womb. I want your come!” I scream, my mind breaking free and shattering when Adam groans into my neck, and he follows me over the edge.

His hips grind deep, his body shakes with restraint and release all at once, and then pure heat pours into me, the scalding, soothing heat fills me up and settles into me.

This is right. Take it all. Let his seed soak in deep and take root. Ours. Our—

My mind shuts off. Orgasm after orgasm hits me. Too much. Too intense.

When it’s over, I come to with Adam pulling out of me, his groan filling the air when I feel a thick ooze gush out and splash against my thighs.

“f**k me. Your p***y is filled to the brim.” He groans, sliding down beside me and pulling me into his side with a sigh.

We lie tangled in each other, my skin slick with sweat, his breath hot against my throat. My body feels raw, used, worshiped… and something else.

Claimed.

I don’t know what it means. But I know it’s true. And I don’t even realize I’m crying until he gently wipes a tear from my cheek.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers, brushing his lips over my temple.

I should’ve run. Should’ve asked what the hell that meant. Should’ve questioned the strange, aching bond already twisting itself around my soul. But instead…I closed my eyes, let myself believe the lie, and fell asleep in the arms of the man who would destroy me.