Choosing You, My Perilous Alpha

Rebel Quill Paranormal

"Puh-please," she gasped, her fingernails squealing against the glass. "Please, Alpha, ah!"
"Please what?" he taunted, his voice callous. He chased his own high, using her body however he pleased to get there.
"M-Ma-ah-" she babbled, her mind turning fuzzy the harder he f****d her. She had no idea how no one had come to investigate the smell alone. That foul lingering scent that clung to Arthur, the part of his scent that had been marred by Merrily, was gone, replaced with Charity's arousal. And it was right, right, right, because he was hers and she was his, and Merrily would be forgotten.
Arthur would choose her after all.
The thought, coupled with Arthur's erratic thrusts, sent her hurtling over the edge, her vision turning white with pleasure. Every inch of her body shook with the force of her o****m, from her fingertips down to her quaking knees. The spill of her arousal only spurred Arthur on, and he forced her flush against the door, pounding into her with reckless abandon.
She might have blacked out because the next time she was lucid, the hand that had knotted itself in her hair was suddenly wrapped around her throat. He proceeded to f**k his c*m deeper and deeper as he came down from his high.
"Mark me, Alpha," she whined, begging and exposing her neck to him. "Please, please, claim me."
He grunted as he pulled out, his hands and body disappearing entirely.
"Wai-"
"I will never claim you," he snarled. She felt the words like a blade through her lungs. "I will never love you, and you will never be my mate."
She turned around, back against the glass and fresh tears slipping down her cheeks.
"I needed to scratch an itch and keep my wolf sated, that's all I needed you for."
He tucked himself into his pants and turned, disappearing into the darkness of the forest and leaving Charity cold and empty. A mix of their arousal sliding down her inner thighs, making her feel dirty.

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