Dark Alpha: A Fated Mates Novel

30: NOT LIKE THIS

~SINCLAIR~

He wouldn't do this. He didn't deserve to touch her, to desecrate such purity. He didn't.

So even though she thought he was a monster, even though his body was thrumming with the need to satisfy her, he wouldn't. Couldn't.

Mate needs me.

Agony pierced through him as he took the first step towards the door. How? How could he leave her when his body recognized its only duty–to please her? He was created to meet her every need. Be hers to command. So how could he turn around and leave when her body thirsted for him?

She suddenly let out a loud moan followed by a sob. Then he turned back to realize her fingers pressed between her thighs, her dark sky eyes wet with tears. And he lost it then.

Sin rushed back to her and held her hand away from where it was pressed against her sex. She whimpered at the friction, and every muscle in Sin's body jumped. She would end him. This woman would be the death of him.

Dilated pupils met his, her need palpable in the plea within them.

She looked like Eve, like every bit of temptation in the world. Her lips were the fullest and ripest he'd ever seen them, the force of her teeth turning them the perfect cherry shade. Her eyes were bigger and more luminous than he'd ever seen, her skin flushed with excitement.

Bold nipples straining against the flimsy material of her shirt caught his attention and held him captive. He felt restless with the heady scent of her complete arousal.
"Sin."

She was begging him, trusting him with what she didn't understand. He had to do something.

"I got you, my angel. I'll take care of you."
Before he could get the last word out, or think of how to proceed, her lips were fused on his, and he could tell it took her just as it did him by surprise.

That didn't stop the moan that was ripped right from both of them at the contact. He didn't stop. Couldn't.

It was instant. He'd gotten a good grip on her head with both hands and had tilted her to the right angle for his mouth to properly devour her before he could even think.
Gods, but it had been so long. Been a painful eternity since he'd had her lips on his.

She nipped at his lower lip and tried to get her hand back where it had been, frustration making her mindless.

"Let me do it." He growled against her lips. "Let me take care of what's mine."

She didn't protest his claim, just tilted her head for him to shift his attention to her neck. He licked and sucked the place her mark should be into his mouth, making her let out little moans that called to his deepest part of him.

There was no place to put his mouth on, not when he wanted it everywhere. Her lips tasted like magick and heaven, but her skin was screaming for his attention. The sensations were driving him crazy.

He'd known. She made him hard by moving. Eating. Smiling. What would it be like when they were in an actual erotic situation together? He'd known it would be hell. But he hadn't expected it in this degree. He burned for her.

Another whimper met his ears, and he realized he was savouring her, treating her like a feast he deserved.

It was like cold water doused on his fire. All he should have been doing was satisfy her, let her use him for whichever period of time this would last, and not take any relief for himself.

He was just a worthless animal. He knew he didn't deserve this. Knew that if he had even a thread of decency in him, he'd leave her chambers this instant and stay far away from her till her heat passed.

But he was just as weak as he was worthless when it came to this woman. He knew all the truths, but he'd still find every excuse to touch her. Especially since she was begging him for it. His mate never had to beg for anything.

What she wanted, she got. Without question.
Soft hands dragged his rough own down to cup one breast, moaning and panting all the while, and every gallant thought flew from his head. After a few slow strokes, she impatiently tore away her shirt.

Everything blurred till it was just him and the woman that was his world. And he'd thought she was beautiful before. This– this in front of him, there were no words for it. Dusky, swollen nipples greeted him, begging for his mouth.

"Vannie." It was all his hoarse voice could gasp out, all his mind could process. Vannie, Vannie, Vannie.

He had to taste her. Everything was making him wild: her scent, her eyes, her hair. Her.
The first taste was his destruction. This was it. What he was born for. This moment he'd remember for all eternity.

He nipped and suckled and nibbled and rolled his tongue in hot, tight circles on the brown tip. He felt her body curl tight in tension, and when a moan huskier than the others erupted, he knew she had released the tension.

She screamed his name and went limp in his arms. Gods, she'd attained climax just from his mouth on her breasts.

Vannie, Vannie, Vannie.

She folded herself into his body, straddling him bonelessly, letting out whimpers that he knew would embarrass her if she were in her right mind. Tenderness washed through him. And he knew then for sure that he was completely ruined for this woman.

He rocked her slowly, the precious bundle in his arms, painfully aware of his own arousal.

"What is happening to me?"

How could he explain to her that this was just the beginning? That she'd need his mouth and hands more than once? And that that was all he was going to give her—his mouth and fingers, because he wouldn't take anything else when she wasn't even in her right mind.

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