The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

AZRIEL’S POV

We ended up on the bed. Half naked and under the dark glow of the room.

I sucked on Athaliah’s nipples like my life depended on it. If I was being honest, I thought it did.

Sparks ignited between us and my member throbbed to be inside her, but I needed to know first. I needed to be sure before I gave in to my unhinged desire to take her in every possible way – to ruin her for everyone else.

My hands fingers continued their assault, edging her to no end. “Azriel…” She moaned and gathered the bedsheet with both fists. “Please..”

As much as I loved to see her like this, I couldn’t afford to lose my shit. “Tell me,” I purred, biting her earlobe, as I tortured her, digging dip into her with every thrust of my finger. Her wetness dripped down her thighs, and I felt proud. “Did he see her?” I began, “Did Aaron really see her or was it a lie?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Athaliah was out of this world. She breathed deeply, eyes closed and she shuddered under me. “I don’t know..” She said, and my fingers slowed.

She made to help herself but I held her hips down. Stopping her movements, I gritted into her ears. “Wrong answer.”

My lips caught her left nipple and I bit it lightly. I must have done something right because she pooled in my hands, I brought it up to my lips and licked my hand clean while she held my gaze.

I was finished. I thought she would taste exquisite, but she exceeded my expectations. I savoured her juices like the starved man that I was, looking for my next hit. The look in Athaliah’s eyes made it all worth it.

“Azriel…” She called, thrusting her lips forward. “Please..” Her hands found my member and she palmed me from my trousers.

Sparks sizzled from where our bodies met, shooting waves of signal down to my groin. So much so that it fought to be let out of the cages of my pants. While I contemplated my next point of action, Athaliah took the lead.

She pulled out my big boy and he sprang free, standing alert. A coy smile passed Athaliah’s face and she reached for me, but I stopped her. “Don’t.. touch,” I said, fighting the urge to take her.

I turned her around, facing her on the bed. I slapped her round bum, unable to stop myself. She purred in approval, and I watched her bum turn red. “You told him to lie.” I hit the nail on the head, and without warning, slid my member deep into her pussy.

Athaliah screamed. I passed a pillow over to her, and she bit it like a good girl.

I began my pace, in and out, slow and steady, while she gave me melodies that stroked my already inflated ego. I couldn’t believe I got in.

I was fucking my rejected mate. Where in the world did that happen?

Lust stirred in me and I increased my pace, desperate to ruin her for everyone else. If this was the last time, I was determined to make the most of it. Athaliah took me in like a champ – She was made for me.

I devoured every inch of her body, riding her to heaven’s gate and back – Edging her so much that she was reduced to a mumbling mess.

“Admit it, Athaliah,” I said, asking two questions. “You did it. You put Aaron to it.”

Athaliah’s breath was laboured. I was doing that, I wanted to see her face but I knew it would distract me. I needn’t fall in love with her. This was lust, and I’ll be damned if I let myself feel anything more for my ex-mate.

She remained quiet, taking me in like a good girl. I wasn’t satisfied. I needed her to speak. To tell me I was wrong – That this was another crazy theory my mind decided to put up.

“You made him lie, didn’t you, girl?” I said in her ears, “Tell me the truth.” She tightened around me, and I knew she was about to peak – Not on my watch.

I pulled out of her when she was at the peak of ecstasy and her eyes flew open, her mouth was slightly opened too, as she lacked words to express her bereavement.

Her eyes mourned the loss of my dick, but I didn’t let her grieve for too long.

I slid into her again, torturously slow. It was a miracle I was still holding my wits because as much as I was torturing her, edging her slowly, I was enduring the painful mould that begged to be released.

I was suffering along with her, but I refused to cave into my fleshly desires.

“Yes!” Athaliah moaned, “I told him to lie and save the alpha from dying in grief. So please, enough…” she begged.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Hearing her say it out loud did something to me. To what lengths was she willing to go for her ambition to be his Luna?

With a vengeance that burned within me, I pushed into her again. This time, more roughly. She gasped, and it was a mix of pain and pleasure but I didn’t care. That was how she made me feel. Bittersweet.

I fired on, refusing her an allowance to breathe. I wanted to kill her for her evil deeds. I could imagine the write-up on her tombstone, herein lays Athaliah Montreal, Gamma of the BloodHound pack, who died during copulation with her rejected mate.

I would be doing the world a favour but she didn’t deserve to die in such a manner.

“You made him lie,” I gritted and pummelled my way into her. “You made him lie and stood there while he paid for a sin you made him commit.”

“Yes… No… Please… no more.” Athaliah was a mess, inebriated, and unable to take any more of his painful pleasurings.

I slowed my assault when I realised I was close. She didn’t deserve to have my seed in her. She didn’t even deserve to see me in my most primal form, and lastly, She didn’t deserve to finish.

I suddenly pulled out of her, leaving her high and dry. “I will not cover your wickedness this time around,” I said, breathing heavily. “Get dressed and meet us out front.”

“Azriel..” I didn’t care to listen, I took up my pants, wore them and left her room, shutting the door with a bang.

I needed a cold shower.