*Blair*
I raised my head, and there he was, breathing heavily, his intense gaze fixed on me. His stormy grey eyes held a torrent of emotions, and I couldn’t help but feel my breath catch in my throat.
His eyes spoke volumes, revealing the raw desires swirling within him. It was as if his gaze could unravel the secrets of his heart, laying bare everything he felt
“Princess,” he whispered, his voice carrying a dangerous edge that made me shudder in his arms. “I’ve warned you repeatedly to stay away, but you keep pushing my buttons.”
“I try to keep my distance, but…” I began, the ache in my heart palpable. It hurt more than he could possibly comprehend.
“But what?” he snapped, his piercing grey eyes never leaving mine.
“Why do you even care?” I shot back, a hint of defiance in my voice, attempting to free myself from his powerful embrace.
“You dare to snap at me?” he threatened, his words a harsh whisper that carried a dangerous weight.
“Who do you think you are, Beta Maddox Ainsworth?” I retorted, pushing against him, desperately trying to break free from his arms that held me in an unyielding embrace.
The furrow between his eyebrows deepened, casting a shadow on his furious expression as he locked eyes with me.
“Do I have to remind you who I am?” he gritted out, his frustration palpable.
I was exhausted by his unpredictable moods, the constant back and forth. Why couldn’t he make up his mind?
“No, you need to remind yourself of who I am to you,” I snapped back. “Because it’s you who refuses to accept that we are mates.” I whispered, sliding my hands along his chest, then grabbing his collar and pulling him down.
His face hovered just above mine, his lips tantalizingly close.
It was now or never.
Determined in my heart, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his.
A thousand fireworks burst through my mind. My eyes slid closed, and my body surrendered in his arms. The fear of rejection and hurt melted away the moment he growled loudly, securing me in his arms and slamming me against the nearest wall.
Blaze moaned happily, lost in the intoxicating feeling of our mate’s kiss. His taste, his scent, and his touch drove me to the brink of insanity. I yearned to rip his clothes off and explore every inch of his perfectly sculpted body.
“Blair?” he groaned, his voice a mix of warning and pleading, but I was lost in the moment. I didn’t want to stop. I bit his lips, and a surprisingly sensual moan escaped my own, the pleasure intensifying as I rubbed myself against his firm, muscular form.
“Fuck!” he cursed, his urgency evident as he clamped his mouth tightly against mine, devouring my lips with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Without hesitation, he plunged his tongue into my eager mouth, grabbing my round bottom and lifting me, pressing me against the extremely hard bulge.
“Blair, stop me! Push me away,” he breathed out in pain, his internal struggle evident.
“No! I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered, locking eyes with him, desire burning in my gaze.
His lips left mine, trailing down to my neck, and his hands roamed over my curves, sending waves of heat through my body. I was on fire, craving his mark, needing to mate with him, yearning for the connection that would make us true mates. The anticipation was unbearable, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Fuck the rejection!
Fuck the consequences!
“Mark me, my mate!” I moaned, the plea escaping my lips as he nipped at my marking spot.
Something shifted in him, and he abruptly pulled away, shock and regret clouding his eyes.
“No! You don’t deserve this,” he mumbled, an internal conflict playing out on his face.
Okay, Beta Maddox. Let’s see how long you can pretend to be indifferent.
“Honey, I need you inside me, and your mark on my body. Please, Maddox!” I begged fervently, desperation in my voice. I seized his hand and slid it inside my pants, inviting him to feel the wetness between my thighs.
He sucked in a breath, his body stiffening as if battling his desires.
“No, Blair, we have to stop,” he mumbled, but he didn’t pull away his hand.
“Maddox, I’ve saved myself for you. No one has ever touched me or kissed me,” I tempted him. “This,” I pressed his hand against my wetness, “is yours. Yours to touch and yours to…,” I paused, the word hanging in the charged air, “… fuck.”
His eyes darkened, hunger and lust swirling dangerously within them. I sensed what was coming next, but I didn’t fear it. I had been waiting for this day my entire life.
To my shock, he shook his head, closing his eyes and muttering, “This is the reason you deserve someone as pure as you are, princess. I am wrenched, broken, and a monster.”
Rage and frustration overwhelmed my every desire. I was ready to give myself to him, breaking through all the boundaries of shyness and decency, yet he continued to reject me. The hurt in my heart took its toll, and I wanted him to feel the pain I felt.
“So, you want another male to take my virginity. You’d be happier seeing another male inside me, making me moan his name, spilling his seeds inside me and impregnating me with his pups!” I yelled furiously, watching his face twist into a dangerous expression that could kill with just a glance.
His breathing intensified, nostrils flaring, and the killer instinct became visible on his face. His chest heaved so loudly that it echoed like he had just conquered a mountain. My heart raced nervously; I knew I had awakened the beast within him.
My core throbbed, a chill ran down my spine as he grabbed my pussy possessively.
“No. Fucking. Way!” he roared before slamming me onto his bed.