Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Marcy stared at George who was looking to his right until the door of Nora’s room closed behind her, and then he turned to look at Marcy.
“What did she want?”
Marcy swallowed hard. “Nothing.”
George’s anger swelled. What did she mean by, nothing? George gave his report to Alpha Edward and he heard every word that was said between Marcy and Nora. Didn’t she realize that her window was open? If they wanted to make it private, they should have used the mind-link.
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Marcy stepped back on instinct when she saw George making his way into her room. Why did he close the door behind him?
She continued moving backward until her back hit the wall.
George didn’t stop approaching Marcy until he nearly pressed her against the wall with his body.
He was irked that they had sex the previous night, and it was her first time, yet she was acting like everything was normal.
Part of him hoped that Marcy was silent in the car because she was reconsidering the arrangement of being Alpha Dayson’s Luna, and he thought that she will ask George to stop the car and turn around. Surely, after experiencing intimacy with a mate, she should know that no other man can make her feel that way. However, after overhearing the conversation between Marcy and Nora, George realized that he was wrong.
Marcy was still going through with it like last night didn’t happen. Was she only toying with him? This thought enraged him. No one gets to toy with an Alpha. NO ONE!
He grabbed her chin roughly and lifted her head. “What did you talk about with Nora?”
“Nothing.”, Marcy repeated. When George narrowed his eyes at her, she asked, “What do you want?”
“I want things that belong to me.”
George had no idea why he said this, but his wolf was pushing him to get closer, much closer to Marcy.
He had an urge to remind Marcy that she belongs to him.
George cursed internally. Stupid bond! It was cracked, but it still influenced him in ways he didn’t want.
Didn’t he decide not to talk to Marcy until he figures out what to do with her? Her scent of candy tempted him to stop resisting and his cock throbbed painfully in the desire to sink into her tender flesh.
This was the problem with Alphas. Their wolves were much stronger compared to others and they provided an advantage in strength, speed, and aura, but all that came with ridiculously powerful animalistic urges to possess things that belong to them, and George’s wolf saw Marcy as his.
It was easier to stay away from Marcy when others were around. George used all his willpower to suppress his wolf because he needed to pay attention to his image and not get in trouble, but now it was just the two of them, and George lowered his guard which allowed his wolf to take over.
Marcy’s eyes widened as she understood George’s words. Did he want her? She pressed her legs together as graphic images from the previous night flashed in her mind.
“This… is not right.”, Marcy said breathily. “Don’t make things more difficult than they already are. I am here for Alpha Dayson. You should accept my rejection and we should move on.”
George’s nostrils flared in anger, and he pinched her chin harshly. “You want me to step back so that you can move on? Do you think it will be that easy?”
George towered above Marcy, and she could feel his heat splashing on her body.
Marcy’s system was getting overloaded with George’s sweet scent of clover and her wolf urged her to close that minuscule distance between them.
Marcy cursed herself internally. Why did she want to wrap her arms around George? She was here for Alpha Dayson!
Marcy’s thoughts were obvious as her face got flushed and George could smell her arousal. But why was she glued with her back to the wall? Her hands were balled into fists. Did Marcy think that she can resist this pull between them that was still there despite Marcy damaging it with her rejection?
George was determined to break her will and to show her that she belongs to him.
His free hand snaked to reach low on Marcy’s back and her heart skipped a beat when he undid the button at the back of her skirt. In the next moment, the zipper came open, and her skirt slid down her legs and fell on the floor.
Marcy’s wolf howled in pleasure when George’s hand moved under her shirt and pushed her bra up so that he can palm her breast.
Marcy moaned when he twisted her nipple.
“Who do you belong to, Marcy?”, George asked in a dangerously low voice.
“I… I…”, she struggled to speak. She knew that this was not right and she should push him away, but her wolf said otherwise, and Marcy released a shaky breath while acknowledging fervent pulses of need that were converging at her core.
“Say it!”, George growled.
Marcy felt his hand moving away and she stuck her chest out to fill his palm again with her tender flesh.
“Yours. Yours!”, Marcy said with haste. She would say anything, just to make him do what he was doing, and she wanted more.
He sneered and Marcy took that as approval.
Her hands moved reluctantly to the buttons of his pants, and when he didn’t stop her, she undid the buttons quickly.
“On your knees, Marcy.”, George ordered, and she obeyed.
He pressed his palms on the wall behind Marcy to steady himself as she took him into her mouth. She knew what she was doing.
George loved and hated every moment of Marcy sucking him off and he despised himself for being weak.
‘Just once. Just this once…’, he told himself and he fisted a handful of Marcy’s hair while thrusting into her mouth, allowing himself to get lost in the heat and softness that came with the sparks of confirmation she was made for him.