Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

I feel something warm and soft beside me.
I roll slightly and open my eyes.
“You again,” I grumble.
But I smile.
Aaron’s terrifying wolf is basically a big puppy.
He gives a reprimanding growl then nudges me more. I lift my arm so he can lay beside me, and then I let my arm drape over his
body, so I’m holding him.
I’m on the floor in front of the fireplace. Not too near that the heat is overwhelming but not so far that the drafts from the windows
and door make it too cold.
Although with Aaron here now, I don’t have to worry about that.
His wolf is so warm, and the big beast does like to cuddle.
It’s a cop out-maybe even for both of us-but in his true form, I don’t have to ha te him, and Aaron doesn’t have to pretend to
keep his distance.
We can have moments like this.
No talking. No fighting. Just close.
I drift back to sleep, wishing I could stay here forever.
In the morning, I’m warm. My skin is overly hot and I try to move away but can’t.
I go to shift my legs, and realize one of them is anchored over Aaron’s hip.
He’s awake.
Watching me.
Growing harder by the second where he’s pressed against the junction of my thighs.

I gasp.
His mo uth sl*nts over mine, his hands hold my face.
My first instinct is to fight. To say no.
Aaron won’t force me.
But I made my choice in that Council chamber.
So I close my eyes and kiss him back.
Part of me ha tes myself. Part of me doesn’t care and just craves this man’s touch.
I don’t know what this says about me.
Then there’s no more room for thought.
Just touch and taste and the incredible friction of two bodies fighting to become one.
My pants and panties are gone, and that’s no small feat considering the ri diculous padded boot on my ankle. I feel the clasp
release on my bra and then that and my shirt are being drawn over my head.
And the whole time he keeps kissing me. Soft kisses. Teasing kisses. His lips are full and his tongue mimics what our bodies
long to do.
His hands are in motion, trailing from my breasts to my hips and back again, each time dipping closer to that junction at the
center of my thighs.
It makes me hot and wet.
Until despite my efforts not to move, my hips rock against his.
He growls against my mo uth.
In the next instant, he rolls to his back, taking me with him until I straddle him. I sit up straight and rub along his thick, hard
length.
The hiss of his breath pleases me.

What pleases me more is that he lets me set the pace. That I’m the one on top. Controlling this.
I’ve had no control over my life.
But in this, we are equal.
Even when he dominates, it’s because it brings me pleasure and I encourage it.
His stomach ripples, the muscles in his arms and chest flex as he grabs my hips. His hands grip the sides of my a ss and the
thick part of my thighs. He squeezes. Rolls my hips against him.
Oh g*ds, that is good.
On the next roll, I lift up so the tip of him angles in.
Aaron groans.
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I keep him there, riding only the first inch or two, letting the thick top of his co ck notch inside my body before dragging it out
again.
He swears beneath his breath, but doesn’t fight me.
I keep up the motion, teasing him, teasing myself, until my legs
shake.
He takes that as his cue to thrust upward. The long huge length of him fills me. I shudder and collapse against his chest.
Aaron props me back up and grabs my hips, he rocks me once, twice, and then I find my own motion, where the top of my s*x
and that exquisite spot inside are rubbed against him with each stroke.
He makes some rumbling sound of approval and devotes himself to my nipples.
He pulls my hair out of its tie because he prefers it down.
I slow my movements, savoring each little tremor as it builds.

My hands are on his shoulders. His dark eyes hold mine. He looks so different when we are joined like this. So real and carefree
and caring.
It’s why I was always willing to and wanting.
Because s*x with this Alpha is the only time he lets his guard down. And when he does, it’s like I get to see a whole other side
of him.
He arches up to kiss me, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with his hips and I explode, clamping around him in pulses of ecstasy
that don’t want to let go.
The org*sm rolls through my body, and Aaron doesn’t break the rhythm, he steadily pumps and my body keeps clenching and
shuddering.
When I collapse boneless against him, he chuckles.
I smile against his chest. Then he rolls me over and props me up on my knees.
I glance over my shoulder at him as he slides in again..
In this position, Aaron goes impossibly deep, and he leans down to kiss my shoulder before shattering all of my self control.
He drags my hair back in one fist, making me arch my back and allowing him to go deeper still.
Da mn it, what this man can do to me.
I have so many reasons to resent him. But it’s like my body doesn’t get the memo. The way he grabs my a ss turns me on. The
look in his dark eyes, that flash to gold and then back again, even the sounds he makes...they excite me.
I want this man.
“Stop thinking,” he tells me.
Then he slaps my a ss, one, twice, three times, alternating sides, before he massages the same spots. The sensation pushes
me
over.

He rides me through it.
And the next or*asm and the one after that.
“You promised me anything,” he reminds me.
His thumb slides up the seam of my as s and I freeze.