The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 38

He took ahold his hard length; the thick, long beast that wouldn’t stop drooling to be inside of her.

He ran it along her clit, sliding it down into the only blissful cavern he knew… The warmth enveloped him immediately, her walls locking around him and a cry so full of pleasure falling from her l!ps.

Her legs shook against his, her body producing even more slick to aid his thrusts. He could feel it dripping down his c*ck, moistening it, making it easier for him to fully sheath himself inside.

Taking full of advantage of that, he snapped his h!ps forward, burying himself balls deep into her. She hollered out again, her arm wrapping around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer. “Z-Zillon.”

Zillon looked down at her, eyes seeming darker than they were a second ago. “What did I tell you Kitten?”

Celeste shrugged against him, nothing but pleasure coarsing through her. “Y-you…you said…I don’t know.”

“You don’t know huh?”

Celeste shook her head. “No, c-can you repea—?”

A sudden gasp fell off of her swollen l!ps when Zillon’s hand came down hard against her as.s. She shivered against him, whimpering when he roughly gripped the skin that was undoubtedly red. “I thought I told you to call me Alpha. Say it…”

Celeste’s l!ps wobbled, her eyes drifting up to meet his. “A-Alpha…” She stuttered out.

“Right, I’m your alpha, the only one who can do this to you.”

The possessiveness in his statement had tingles running down Celeste’s spine. It was probably because of the rut, but she couldn’t help but replace bliss in his words. He was hers he said…her alpha, her mate…hers…

What could possibly make her happier?

This was all she needed, from the very beginning, this reassurance was all she had craved. Now that she had it, now that he gave it to her, her lugubriousness was long gone.

She was no longer unwanted, he wanted her, she was significant to him and she couldn’t deny wanting him too; his attention, his love and now she was desperately in need of his touch.

She wanted his l!ps all over her body and his manhood so deep inside of her that it could touch her heart…she wanted him, wanted him so god damn much. “Z-Zillo—no alpha…I-I…”

Celeste gasped again, this time not because of a painful slap, but because she was flipped over, her back hitting against the mattress, Zillon’s manhood slipping right out of her.

A whimper so desperate left her l!ps, her legs spreading wider, her arms reaching out to him. “P-please…”

Zillon dived into her arms, then right back into her with one single thrust. It was now time to show her what he meant, to please her as well as himself.

He had wasted enough time, his c0ck was already hard enough to f*****g burst and she was w.et and more slippery than a fish that just came out of water. What was he waiting for? She had begged him to take her, whimpered for his c0ck like a slut…why was he delaying it?

He had no reason to, she was his…he’d gladly show her that…

Retracting his h!ps, he plummeted back inside of her, pulling a broken cry from the very depths of her throat. Her arms hugged him tighter, pulling him closer, giving him no other option but to bury his head in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, his tongue licking against the soft sweaty skin as his thrusts deepened.

She still smelled heaven, she tasted like it and she undoubtedly felt like it too. Her walls were as comforting as ever, they for one coaxed him to move faster, push harder, go even deeper… They were like a cage, too small for him to fit, but still had the capacity to hold him captive. It kept squeezing him, suffocating him and yet despite that, he did not want to leave.

It was like this the last time too, he was already hard and yet every sound she made rendered him harder. Every cry, every m0an, every whimper, every purr… It was like she could regulate his desire and instead of turning it down, she kept turning it up. He really couldn’t explain just how much he wanted her, his desperation was endless and she kept denying it, refusing to see it…

Why though?

Zillon gyrated his h!p, an animalistic gr0an reverberating against his ch.est.

Why did she keep abnegating his feelings?

He drew back, to the very extent of pulling out before ramming back inside of her.

“Why Kitten?”

Celeste clawed against his back, her toes curling into the mattress. “Zillon!”

Zillon repeated his actions, this time ramming into her even harder. “It’s Alpha, Kitten…”

Celeste hollered out brokenly, her eyes watering… His thrust kept adding to the fire in her stomach…he kept hitting the right spots, he kept…he kept…

Another cry fled Celeste’s l!ps when Zillon once again rammed into her… “Zillon…”

He did it again. “Alpha Celeste, call me Alpha!”

Celeste threw her head back, her legs shaking against him as she exploded, letting loose what she had been holding back. Her l!ps stretched open, a silent m0an breaching the air in breaths of desperation as she pushed back against the bed, trying to get away from the pleasure.

Zillon grabbed her, finally raising his head from the crook of her neck. “I’m not done with you yet, where the f*ck are you going?”