Page 81 of Rejected By the Alpha

“Fuck!” I cried, my fingers moving even faster now. “No, God, please!”

“Control yourself, Lightning.”

My eyes darted to the other side of the unfamiliar room, where that wolf … the one with the red eyes, stood, leaning against a stone wall with his arms crossed. His red eyes were glowing so brightly that they were the brightest goddamn thing in this dim room.

Mouth drying from the mix of surprise and heat, I sucked in a breath, but I couldn’t stop.

“Who are you?” I asked in a breath, my body growing hotter.

I continued, the heat radiating from my core.

A low, dangerous growl left his mouth. “I said to control yourself.”

After yanking my fingers from between my legs, I ground my thighs together and scurried up to the headboard. My nipples were taut, my entire body coated in sweat. I could feel the hair sticking to the back of my neck.

“Bring me home,” I ordered.

Cade or Davix—one of those assholes—could help me through this heat. They could … they could bite me; they could ease all of this. And if I got them together again, maybe they would both do it at the same time.

A wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I ached to touch myself again.

“No,” he said, keeping his gaze on mine the entire time.

“What are you going to do with me?” I asked in a breath.

“What were you doing out in Black Hollows during a war?”

“A war?” I repeated, scratching my neck as if it would melt the heat. “What war?”

He dropped his eyes to my neck and growled, the sound making me clench. Maybe … maybe he would do it. Maybe I didn’t need to go home at all. Did he want to bite me too? His teeth … God, his canines were huge.

So, so big …

I slipped off the bed and started toward him slowly. They were so big. I bet they would feel really good inside me. I bet he’d fill me up with every millimeter, right down to the gum. His hands all over my body. His cock deep inside me.

“Control yourself,” he snarled.

“Or what?” I whispered, approaching him. “What are you going to do about it?”

Suddenly, he lunged at me, but I didn’t flinch. No, I needed him.

When he wrapped a hand around my throat, he pinned me to the wall, his nose against mine and his breath hitching, as if he hadn’t expected something. Don’t ask me what his sudden hesitation was because he sure hadn’t cared when he kidnapped me!

A moment passed, then another, and then his nose grazed against mine slightly.

I sucked in a breath, the heat raging inside my core. My fingernails sank into the skin of my palms, and I bit back a moan. His fingers, his nose … they both felt so good against me. I wanted—no, I needed—more.

So much more.

“Please,” I whispered, keeping my fists behind my back because I didn’t trust myself not to rip this stranger’s clothes right off his body and force him to take me. This pain … this pleasure … it was too much. “Please, touch me more.”

“No,” he said between his canines.

“I need your teeth inside me,” I whimpered into his ear. “They’re so big.”

“I’m not going to touch you. Not yet.”

The heat suddenly surged hotter, and I curled my toes. Not yet. That meant … he planned to at some point. And if he planned to at some point, then he could now. He could touch me, and he would like it.