Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 322
AXEL
I’ve dreamed about this every night since I met Emily.
Not that I’d ever admit it to anyone.
I can barely admit it to myself, because I know this is the absolutely wrong thing to do.
But go dda m n, a man can only take much.
A wolf who has rejected his mate and is still forced to spend every moment of every day with her can only take so much.
The line got crossed when Emily kissed me, and I figure I might as well take everything I can get from this stolen, forbidden
moment.
But I meant what I said.
Once we walk out of this room, we forget it happened.
And it never, ever happens again.

Emily is naked and beautiful beneath my greedy hands.
I want nothing more than to throw off all of my own clothes and sink into her willing, wet body.
Except my control is already hanging by a thread.
If I take her, if I join my body with hers, I don’t trust myself not to completely lose control and bite her, to claim her as my own and irrevocably join us forever.
But it won’t be forever.
It’ll just be for however long Emily survives this cursed life with
me.
There are countless enemies who would use her existence against me if they knew about her.
Not only would Aaron want to kill me for exposing Emily to that kind of danger, but I would hate myself for giving into a moment of weakness and ruining both our lives like that.
So yeah, the line definitely got crossed the second Emily kissed me-a cu nning if not outright deceptive way to win my challenge -and since it did, I’m going to steal a few more moments of this forbidden paradise for myself.
I trail my mouth down Emily’s body, tasting every inch of flesh I can get my lips and tongue on. I pause to pay extra attention to the tight, tempting bud of her nipples, palming her breasts and nipping at the sensitive flesh until she’s writing beneath me.
Only then do I move on, down past her hips and stomach until I reach the damp treasure between her thighs.
I don’t give her any time to become self-conscious or second guess what’s happening between us.
I feast on her, lapping up her juices, wringing the sweetest sounds from her as she gasps and moans and begs me for more.
It’s fast and unforgiving, the way I rip her climax out of her.
In a matter of moments, she’s crying out and shuddering beneath me, and I can feel her inner muscles clenching around my longue.
I gentle her through it, but it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
My wolf has become drunk on the taste and smell of her.
The overwhelming urge to claim my mate is almost my undoing.
I’m so close to losing control, I have to let her go and move back from her.
She’s lying sprawled and undone, all loose-limbed, her skin flushed and rosy.