Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Morning Sex

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to remain calm as I made the decision to get up. But before I could move, she wrapped herself around me in her sleep. Her face pressed into the curve of my neck, her soft breaths warming my skin, while her arm and even one leg clung to me as though she never intended to let me go.

Damn it.

What was she doing?

It was already unbearable, resisting her when she was so close, her bare body pressed against mine, her intoxicating scent stirring my wolf. And now, in the early morning, when my cock was hard and throbbing, she held me like this.

Struggling to keep control, and tried to shift her away without waking her. Instead, she moved against me, rubbing against my cock as a soft moan escaped her lips.

My entire body stiffened.

"Are you asking for trouble?" My voice came out hoarse, strained with restraint.

But she gave no answer. She seemed unaware, her actions unintentional. Was it her wolf stirring within her, or the lingering haze of her heat still pulling her body toward mine?

"Eira," I whispered, trying to rouse her gently.

Yet instead of waking, she pressed closer, rubbing against me once more, her body seeking me in sleep.

I swallowed hard, my control unraveling. "If that’s what you want, don’t blame me when you’re awake."

My hand slid down to cup her firm buttocks, holding her steady as I positioned myself. My cock nudged against her entrance, and to my shock, she was already slick with arousal. Was she becoming wet even in sleep? Was it the bond, my scent, the pull of her mate?

I didn’t think any further. Instinct claimed me. With measured restraint, I pushed into her slowly, filling her inch by inch.

A soft moan spilled from her lips as her fingers clutched at my back, nails digging into my skin while her face remained buried against my neck.

I was no different from before. Content groans rumbled from my throat as her warmth tightened around my cock, drawing me deeper with every pulse. A low growl escaped my chest, my wolf’s hunger echoing through me.

Damn it. Even after fucking her through the night, being inside her again was just as satisfying, just as maddeningly thrilling.

I shifted, rolling her beneath me, pressing her softly into the bed. My gaze lingered on her face, serene and heavy with sleep. She tried to open her eyes, lids fluttering, but they soon fell shut again as a faint murmur slipped past her lips.

What was the meaning of that? Was she truly awake and silently permitting me, or merely stirring in her dreams?

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