Chapter 112 Spoiled By The Alpha
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An abrupt knock staggered on the door. "Not now," Jaxon yelled in an annoyed voice.
"Oh, come on, we just got here. You couldn't wait?" Alpha Christian called out from the other side.
"I said, LEAVE or I swear to the Moon Goddess I'll kick your ass on your own territory," Jaxon belted out. I could hear a chuckle from the other side of the door.
"Well then... I guess I'll take my exit here now."
"Please make me come," I begged, not caring at all that Alpha Christian had just been banging on the door. I could feel him smirk between my legs at my urgency.
His tongue made contact with my pearl, causing my pussy to clench, aching for more of him.
"I've been waiting to taste your sweet juices since we left Midnight Moon," he groaned against my wetness. I shivered at his words, then felt him take in my glistening wetness in his mouth, one slow stroke at a time with his smooth tongue.
My body arched forward, my legs beginning to tremble as his warm breath whisked against my core. I couldn't think straight; I couldn't hold a steady thought. His tongue slid across my pearl, massaging small circles, as I struggled to suppress my moan. Waves of pleasure washed over me, crashing into me like a brick wall.
"So damn wet," he mumbled as he stood up, taking his cock in his palm. After a few strokes, he pressed the head of his cock against my folds, moaning as he slapped it against my pussy. It was undoubtedly a new sensation I hadn't felt before—a mix of pain and pleasure gushing over my body.
"More," I begged.
His lips curled into a small smile, pushing it harshly into my pussy.
"Good girl," he said as he thrust inside me, reaching his fingers over my tits and pinching my nipple, twisting just hard enough to make me clench my walls around his hard cock.
He plunged faster into me, making me quiver for more. I wanted him to fill me completely. I needed every drop of him emptied inside of me. His hands gripped my wrists, roughly pushing them into the mattress to hold me still as his chiseled body hovered over mine.
He rammed harder inside me, moving my body near convulsion. An angry glint soared through his eyes.
"You're mine, Adeline. You respond to me and me only," he said. I felt him deep inside my narrow tunnel, leaving me feeling so full as I reached my release and gushed all over his hardness.
"Take all of me," he said through gritted teeth. My cream soaked his cock, yet he pushed forward and took my nipple into his mouth. He ravaged my breasts, taking his time with each one, biting down lightly. I screamed, unable to take the pulsating from my throbbing pussy. Ecstasy shot through me violently as his cock beat into me on a continuous circuit. I threw my head back and came again, hitting a toe-curling orgasm.
Jaxon flipped me over, and somehow, I knew he wasn't done with me. He placed a hand under my stomach and pushed it up to give himself a better view. His fingers gripped tightly on my waist, his hard cock pushing against my ass, then drove inside me in one hard thrust. My body disobeyed me, granting him instant access with ease as he slid inside. He pressed himself all the way inside and stilled.
"Fuck," he moaned and thrust again, deeper with vengeance.
I felt a hard slap of his hand against my ass, the pain searing against my skin and causing my pussy to tighten against him as his hand ruffled through my hair and yanked backward hard.
Without warning, I felt his warm, thick cum cover my ass. My body crashed against the bed in exhaustion.
"Get dressed. We have dinner to attend to," he said as he disappeared into the washroom, returning with a small washcloth in his hand. I struggled to sit up, reaching for the washcloth. He shook his head, cleaning himself off my smooth skin then returning to the washroom.
My vision was blurry as I shifted my body weight to sit up, dangling my feet over the edge of the bed and testing my strength to stand on my own. Jaxon stood leaning his bulky muscles into the doorway, a devilish smile encompassing his face.
"Learnt your lesson, little mate?" he said, flashing his pearly whites.
I rolled my eyes exaggeratedly, testing my luck and standing up. When I felt stable enough, I reached for my suitcase and zipped open the bag. My eyes widened—none of these clothes were mine.
"Ah Jax? These aren't my clothes," I said, looking up at him.
"Yeah, I know," he responded, reaching for his suitcase and pulling out a fitted checkered black dress shirt.
"So, what am I supposed to wear exactly?" I questioned. He lifted his head, placing a small kiss on my forehead.
"I would prefer nothing, but I can't have my Luna prancing around and becoming someone's wet dream in the morning. They're all yours, sweetheart. Try them on," he said casually before turning back to get dressed.
I rubbed my eyes, then dragged my hands down my face in defeat, praying to the Moon Goddess that everything would fit. I pulled out a short black dress and cocked my head at it. It was simple, sexy yet elegant—all wrapped into one. I shimmed my body into the tight-fitting number, only to look up and see that Jaxon's face had flushed at the sight.
"Wow," he said. A single word, yet one that held so much power.
I walked into the washroom, my eyes widening at the dress that acted like a second skin on my body. Wow was right. Every inch hugged so perfectly, complementing each curve of my body.
"Okay, who picked this? This dress is perfect," I asked, my gaze still glued to the mirror.
Jaxon stifled a laugh, stalking toward me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I? Lucky little mate, you are," he said playfully. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Hey! That's Luna to you."
I turned back to the mirror, fixing the loose curls that had now become a frizzy mess and pairing the look with some bold red lipstick to add some color as a finishing touch.
Jaxon cleared his throat behind me.
"One more thing," he muttered, pulling a white box from his pocket. He opened the box and took out a gold necklace with a black stone sitting as the pendant.
"Black Tourmaline," he said. "I read through some of the notebooks my mom wrote for you. It's supposed to be good luck for red wolves. Might even help us provide a future heir one day," he said with a wink.
My stomach sank. Words disappeared from my thoughts. Failure coursed through my veins.
