Rejected By the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #5)

55. Kaylee

55

Kaylee

My body shivers from the heat coursing through me. The flames grow stronger, threatening to consume me, and the haziness of my mind makes it hard for me to figure out where Lucas is taking me. I know it is away from Shadow Moon by the power I felt when we crossed the pack border.

“Hang on a little longer, Kaylee.” Lucas’ voice pushes through the haze, making me focus for just a moment. I pull my face away from his neck, his scent of mint and vanilla being the water that keeps the flames at bay. His eyes are scanning our surroundings, and I realize we are in a forest. He looks down at me, a smile on his scarred face and guilt ripples in me. The wounds I gave him the day he rejected me should have healed. Instead, four perfect claw marks scar his face.

“You hanging in there?” he asks, his voice distorted by the haze. I nod, hiding my face in his neck again, and feel his heartbeat quicken. The forest is still. Quiet. It’s like no creature will risk hindering us, as the anger and lust radiating off of Lucas and me keep them at bay. The temperature changes around us suddenly, and I pull away to notice rock walls surrounding us.

“I am going to start a fire,” Lucas states, settling me onto a soft surface that smells like him. I curl in on it, realizing I am on a sleeping bag. The space grows hotter and I whimper, the heat edging the flames inside me further.

“Shit.” Lucas is by my side as soon as the whimper leaves my throat, his hands pushing back my hair as he watches me.

“Kaylee, what can I do?” he asks, worry and fear in his voice. I know my scent must be driving him crazy. Heat does that. It amplifies the scent of a she-wolf and affects the males around her. The worst one to be affected is her mate. For Lucas to be holding himself back when my body is literally begging him to fill me is astonishing.

“I need you,” I whimper, my voice sounding needy and raspy. Lucas stiffens, taking a deep breath. I shiver, feeling his lust for me fill the air. His fingers trail down from my face to my neck. I moan, his touch cooling the flames and causing me to shiver. He growls, the sound possessive and primal as his fingers continue lower. My legs part as I straighten out, and I feel him push the tips of his fingers into me. I gasp, the pleasure from him slowly massaging his fingers against my pussy hazing my mind. His lips find mine and he kisses me, swallowing all the moans coming from my mouth while he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion inside me.

His lips leave mine soon, kissing down my jaw, to my neck. They don’t stop as they claim one of my hard nipples, suckling and gently biting down. My hips move in time to his fingers, the feel of his tongue wrapping around my perky nipple mixed with his fingers inside me, bringing me over the edge. My pussy clenches as the flames move down to my core, causing me to scream and growl in pleasure. But he doesn’t stop there.

Lucas moves to my other nipple, rolling it between his teeth as his fingers continue to push against me while I orgasm, causing my vision to go white. I thought his touch would lessen the flames, but as soon as I come down from the orgasmic high, they roar to life inside me. Lucas curses, pulling his fingers from me and I whimper in protest. His eyes stare into mine for a moment, his lips moving but the haze has taken over and I can’t hear them. I just whimper, reaching for his clothes. As if my body is being controlled by something else entirely, I rip his shirt from him. Lucas looks down at me in shock before he gives me an apologetic look. For what, I do not know.

His lips are back on mine for just a moment before he vanishes from my sight. I growl in frustration, the need to be filled and fucked growing as a primal roar leaves my lips. But the roar is cut short as I feel a tongue flick across my clit, causing the roar to become a moan. The touch belongs to Lucas as his tongue moves from my clit to the slit of my pussy, lapping up the cum that has spilled out from him fingering me. He groans against my heated skin, causing me to shiver while he devours me. He laps up every bit of liquid, his tongue both rough and gentle in turns, before he pushes inside my pussy. Another orgasm rips through me and my hips buck against his face.

A growl of approval sounds from Lucas as he slurps up my orgasm, and as I come down from the second high, he is between my legs, his hands on either side of my body. I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against me, Lucas lubricating himself with my cum. Without me needing to beg, he thrusts himself deep inside me, fucking me slowly and gently. My hands clutch at his arms as I moan and writhe in pleasure, the flames slowly being doused as he kisses and licks at my neck.

His thrusts grow faster, harder, as he fucks me. There is no love-making like there was on my birthday, just pure, carnal fucking. He nips at my skin, biting and kissing everywhere he can, including my lips. His tongue dives into my mouth, and I moan when his cock hits deep inside me. I can feel him grow harder, larger, inside me. He howls and moans my name like a prayer, and I find myself doing the same as another orgasm rocks through me. This seems to be his undoing, and Lucas pulls out until his tip is barely inside me. With one hard thrust, his cum shoots inside me in spurts, hot and thick, making my orgasm intensify. My pussy milks him, edging him for more as I feel something growing at the base of his cock where we are connected.

As the flames die down, I recognize the full feeling, like someone has put a plug inside me. Before I fall asleep from exhaustion, the thought that Lucas knotted me is the last thing I think about.