Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: A Wicked Little Temptress

Eira’s POV

I nodded again, my heart hammering so hard I thought he could feel it against his chest.

"Words!" His voice was low, commanding, and impossibly intoxicating.

"I... want to," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

I meant it—I had always wondered how it felt, and after reading that book, the curiosity had only grown, igniting something fierce and desperate inside me.

His fingers tightened slightly on my chin, tilting my face to his, and without a second’s warning, his lips crashed onto mine. This kiss was nothing like our first. That one was gentle, patient, exploring. This—this was raw, unrelenting, as though he had been starving for me.

His mouth moved over mine with a force that stole my breath, his tongue teasing mine, claiming, marking, leaving me gasping. I was trapped between the mirror behind me and his tall, powerful body before me, utterly consumed by the intensity of his desire.

I responded with equal hunger, tasting him, inhaling his scent, feeling every bit of it. His hands roamed over my back, slipping beneath my nightdress, tracing the delicate skin that shivered beneath his touch.

My own hands clutched the sides of his shirt, grounding myself, keeping up with the rhythm of his desperate, demanding kiss. I wanted him to know how much I had missed him, craved him, needed him.

His lips parted just enough to whisper against my lips. "Every moment away from you was driving me crazy..." his voice rough, almost ragged. "All I wanted... was to return to you, to have you whole...It’s all your fault... now you have to make up for it."

My dewy eyes met his, and I saw it there—the Alpha, filled with hunger, raw lust, demanding more than just a kiss. And I was no different.

A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest, vibrating against me as he captured my lips again, fiercer this time, teeth grazing, biting, tasting, claiming, my body pressed into him entirely.

Slowly, deliberately, he moved, his mouth trailing down my neck, licking, sucking, grazing with teeth in the most exquisite torment. A moan slipped from me before I could stop it, and I covered my mouth with my hand, cheeks burning.

"Your grandparents are not home," he murmured, teeth sinking lightly into my skin, teasing, leaving little marks. "No one can hear you but me. Let me hear you."

He bit harder, more insistently this time, and I could no longer hold back. My hands fell away from my mouth, and I surrendered to the sounds escaping me. Embarrassed, helpless, utterly undone, I couldn’t stay quiet with the way he was touching me, awakening every nerve, every secret craving I had buried inside.

His hand moved toward the buttons of my nightdress at my chest, and instinctively, I gripped his wrist. A flicker of fear mixed with embarrassment shot through me, but he didn’t falter.

He paused, his gaze locking with mine, dark and unreadable, before the same hand slid over my breast, cupping it firmly and squeeze it, letting me know what I was going to miss feeling.

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