Cruel Alpha, Season One (Wolves of New Eden #1)

18. Mine

18

Mine

Annalise

Caspian’s heated stare stays trained on me, and I’m surprisingly certain how I’d like to proceed. After having denied my growing feelings toward him, reality came crashing down on me tonight.

My coming here wasn’t about ego.

I came here because my heart led me, it couldn’t take the thought of Caspian turning to another woman while I’ve become irreversibly attached.

But there’s conflict in his eyes, and I’ve grown impatient waiting for him to undo his belt.

“Annalise,” he says, deep and breathy. “You don’t owe me anything. I didn’t mean to make you feel like?—”

“No. I want to,” I say with certitude, feeling my heart race inside my chest. I stare at his shoulders, how his white shirt stretches across them in the most delicious way. And call me crazy, but there’s something about a man with his physique, wearing suspenders.

That shit’s like an aphrodisiac.

Impatience has me reaching for his belt, but he cuffs my wrists with both hands.

“Annalise, we can’t. There are rules, remember? We’re not allowed to… engage without an audience of Elders. You know how that works.”

As disappointment spreads across his face, my smile contrasts it.

“Which is why I’m not planning to fuck you,” I explain. “Not tonight, anyway.”

Hearing those words roll off my lips has a visible effect on him. Not only is he breathing deeper now, but the growing bulge at the front of his pants proves his theory…

His cock does only work for me.

He doesn’t speak as I finish what I started, unbuckling his belt. My gaze stays trained on his as I back him against the wall, then lower to my knees. Caspian’s entire body is bathed in red light, and as he stares down on me while bass pulses rhythmically from the speakers, he looks positively wicked. I don’t miss the subtle flare of his nostrils when I lower his zipper, and then slip my hand inside his underwear, freeing his erection from the restrictive fabric.

“Fucking hell, Annalise. Your hands feel so damn good on me,” he rasps, watching me stroke him slowly as he pushes his fingers into my hair.

I don’t respond as I break our gaze for the first time, only to steal a glimpse as he throbs in my fist. He’s solid and thick, soft veins protruding just beneath the sensitive skin. He gathers my hair into a ponytail and holds it out of the way as I notice a bead of precum seeping from his tip. Without hesitation, and needing to satisfy a longstanding curiosity, I swipe it away with my tongue.

A hissing breath leaves him, and tension spreads across his brow. “Damn you, Little Wolf. Damn you for making me so fucking obsessed.”

That reaction, and those words, are so addictive that I draw him into my mouth this time. He makes the sound again as hot steel grazes my tongue, and the seat of my underwear grows damp and sticky against my skin. My hands tighten around his base, and I try to push my lips all the way down, but he’s too big.

I’ve never done this for any man, so I have no clue if I’m even doing it right. But when Caspian’s head falls back, settling against the wall, I take it as a sign of his enjoyment.

“Your mouth feels fucking amazing,” he breathes. “But the day I get to feel your tight, sweet pussy… shit, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back.”

More moisture pools between my legs, and his fantasy becomes my own. One in which he’s impaling me with his massive cock, making me soak every single inch as I come.

“Just like that,” he says. “You’re doing so, so good.”

His praise causes a moan to hum in my throat, and I can only guess he feels it when his eyes open, and his gaze lowers to meet mine.

“You like knowing you’re about to make me explode, Little Wolf? You like knowing my knees are fucking weak right now?”

His grip tightens around my hair, and I suck harder, wanting—no… needing— him to come. Needing to know I’ve pleased him.

The smoothness of his belt touches my palms when I move my grip to where his pants rest loosely halfway down his thighs. He thrusts, gently pushing deeper into my mouth, and the moment I begin feeling desperate for his cum, desperate to know the full measure of his taste…

“Fuck!”

His voice carries over the music as hot liquid explodes from his cock, pumping over my tongue and down my throat. My gaze never breaks watching his stomach clench and release with tension as I swallow. I smooth my palm up the solid ridges of his abdomen, and he rests his hand on top of mine, squeezing as he finishes.

An unexpected feeling rushes through me as my alpha’s sated cock falls from my lips. It’s new and powerful, and… I want more of it.

He helps me to my feet, and my eyes stay trained on his as the word to describe this feeling flutters into my mind.

When it comes to him, I’m becoming undeniably… possessive .

He tucks himself back inside his underwear, and then zips his pants before bringing me to him by my waist. I stop breathing when the soft pad of his thumb brushes the corner of my damp lips. Then, he kisses me. And just like that, the small tingle between my legs turns to full-fledged quaking as he squeezes my jaw, forcing my lips open as his tongue pushes into my mouth.

His hand settles between us, stopping between my thighs as he traces the outline of my pussy with his fingers. I breathe and he steals it away, swallowing it down as I gasp for air, chasing his lips for one last taste.

“And now to please you, Little Wolf,” he says, his deep voice rumbling in my ear.

I arch toward him, rolling my hips to get more friction from his touch, but I haven’t forgotten what this was about. What I did tonight was only meant to establish a truce between us, to make up for my lack of concern for his pleasure in the past, to show him he doesn’t have to look outside our home when he’s in need of physical attention.

“No.”

His body stills against mine when I decline his offer, but I intend to stand my ground.

“No?”

His gaze locks with mine and there’s unmistakable sternness in his eyes.

I shake my head and force a small amount of space between us. “No. This was all for you. I?—”

The words fall flat when Caspian’s mouth crashes down on mine again, and this time, when his hands return to my waist, it’s to push my pants and panties down to my thighs.

“Cas, you don’t have to… I just…” I lose my train of thought when a single finger barely breeches my slit. Just enough to tease my clit and… “Cas, please.”

“I like that,” he croons, “hearing you say my name that way.”

I’m not worth much at the moment, as he practically turns me into a puddle at his feet, but I think I understand. Using the shortened version of his name is… intimate.

And without even meaning to, I’ve shown him that I see him as more than my alpha. But also as a lover, a mate.

My steps are guided back toward the bed, and my knees give against the rounded edge of the mattress. I fall onto the sheet, staring down my body toward him. It’s in this moment that I accept that I’ve lost my will to protest, my will to prove how selfless I can be.

Because I want nothing more than to come right now.

On his fingers, his tongue, whatever he plans to offer.

He removes my pants and panties completely, tossing them aside as he brings my thigh to his shoulder. He pauses to savor my scent, licking the arousal that’s dampened my inner thighs.

It’s different being with him here, as opposed to in his study or in the drawing room at the estate. I’m not a subject in his home, not under his rule. We’re on neutral territory—two people whose bodies call out to each other for heat, for relief.

He places a single kiss on my pussy and my head presses into the mattress as he growls a word against my flesh.

“Mine.”

My heel digs into his back when I arch toward the ceiling, and I hate that I don’t disagree with him. Of all the men in New Eden, of everyone I could allow to lay claim to my body, none would be as satisfying as to one day give into my alpha.

His tongue plunges into me, and the sheet gathers in my hands. He draws my swollen, deprived clit between his lips, teasing as he sucks in tiny pulses until my breath ceases. The music seems to grow louder as I become immersed in the moment, as if everything before and everything after doesn’t truly exist.

“Wait,” I plead, feeling as though the sensation is suddenly too intense. Like I’m on the verge of my soul leaving my body if I come in this state, while I lack control.

But my words are too small and too quiet to be heard over the music. So, when my entire core tenses, and Caspian clamps his mouth tight around my clit to suck, I feel the mattress vibrating with my body.

Strong hands brace my hips when I attempt to climb the mattress to escape him. I whimper loudly as he feasts on me like he’s starving, devouring me, sucking the lips between my thighs, and then plunging his tongue deep inside. All at once, it’s too much, and somehow… still not enough.

I want more.

I want it all.

I stare down my body at him, his lips shimmering with a mix of saliva and my arousal, and he’s never been harder to resist. That word that fell from his mouth just a moment ago— mine— it rings inside my head like a bell, and I can’t deny that it’s fitting.

I am, in every sense of the word… his.