Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
A deep growl ripped from George’s chest as he shot his hot seed at the back of her mouth, and he yanked her head away when she licked him clean.
“What are you doing?”, Marcy blurted out when she realized that he was buttoning up his pants.
George paused. “Did you say something?”
She got up and wiped the saliva from her chin with the back of her palm.
“Are you leaving?”
George’s lips lifted into a smirk. “Don’t you want me to leave?”
‘What kind of a question was that?’, Marcy thought while frowning. They both knew what she wanted, but George wanted her to say it.
“Don’t leave. Not before…” She swallowed hard. “You fuck me.”
George’s eyes flashed in surprise. He really didn’t think she will say it outright. “Is that what you want, Marcy?”
“Yes.”
He inched closer and his breath splashed on her face. “Tell me what you want. In details, Marcy.”
She blinked rapidly. “I want your cock in my pussy.” Seeing that he didn’t move a muscle, Marcy exhaled in frustration. “Didn’t I give you a blowjob just now? You could at least… AH!” She shrieked when he grabbed her neck and pushed her toward the bed.
Marcy fell on the mattress, face down, and she jolted when she felt George pushing her panties to the side.
She stuck her ass up in the air and fisted the cover while waiting to see what he will do.
There was the pressure and stretch and then George gripped Marcy’s hips and started pounding himself into her, pushing her closer to rapture with his every thrust, and she muffled her cries into the pillow.
George was lost in the sensation of Marcy’s tender flesh gripping his cock flawlessly and he was glad that he took her from the back because she didn’t get to see his blissful expression.
Her hips were rocking to meet his, making his brutal assault even more violent.
“Fuck!”, he cursed.
She loved it rough, and George didn’t hold back.
With a muffled groan, George released his load deep inside Marcy and her body twitched in the orgasm that wrecked her insides.
He pulled out and when he released her hips, Marcy plopped sideways on the bed while gasping for air.
She watched him as he buttoned up his pants, and he left her room without a word. Again.
Marcy didn’t know how to process what happened. Her insides throbbed as she was coming down from her high, and her wolf urged her to go after George and ask for more, but Marcy laid on the bed and stared blankly at the closed door.
After an unknown measure of time, Marcy released a shaky breath. She was about to meet Alpha Dayson and she needed to tidy up before that.
What happened with George was a confirmation that she needed to convince him to accept her rejection because this… it can’t happen again. No matter how good it felt.
…
George slammed the door of his room behind him, and he jabbed his hand into his hair.
What the fuck was that?
His mind was a mess and he wanted to shift into his wolf form and go for a run, but he feared that his wolf will just run to Marcy. Stupid animal!
Did his wolf really expect that George will forget who he is, and what Marcy did, because sex is good?
George took a mental note not to allow his wolf to resurface again. This was dangerous. Luckily, no one saw or heard them, but next time they won’t be so lucky.
What next time?
The smartest thing would be to accept Marcy’s rejection. But he won’t do it before he gains something out of it. Surely, he didn’t suffer last few weeks for naught.
Marcy might say that she wants to be with Alpha Dayson, but her body was saying otherwise.
Can he take advantage of that?
He felt like slapping himself. Why was he thinking about sex with Marcy again?
George went to his suitcase and got a change of clothes. He needed to shower before Alpha Dayson summons him into the study, and George didn’t want Marcy’s scent on him when he goes there. Surely, as an Alpha, Dayson will be able to pick up that detail, and then everything will be ruined.
Talia walked in front while guiding Marcy and George to Dayson’s office.
Talia was nervous knowing that this will be it. The first meeting of Marcy and Dayson. Will it be their last one? Talia hoped so, but realistically… probably not.
She could feel Dayson’s anxiousness increasing with every step she took. He was watching them through the security feed, and he knew they were coming. Somehow, knowing that Dayson was a nervous wreck, made Talia feel a bit better.
Talia did her best to compose herself.
What’s the worst that can happen?