The Rejected Luna novel Chapter 67

The Rejected Luna

The girl without a wolf

Chapter 63

Alpha King's Stance

I exhaled heartily, climbing off Jane and falling to the other side of the bed, next to her naked, sleepy body. It's been two hours already, and I spent it thrusting in and out of her. It wasn't the first time I was fucking her but I enjoyed it better today because she didn't fight me off much. Not that she didn't want to, but she couldn't.

The elixir I fed her tamed her strength, and now, she was almost like a weak, wet puppy. She was defenseless now, so I didn't need to tie her up anymore. All I needed was to undress her, spread her legs, and have my way with her. It's been total bliss, fucking her without her relentless fighting.

I turned to her with a smirk on my face, her nipples were wet from how much I sucked and bit them. Her pussy was still dripping wet from the many orgasms she's gone through. Still, my dick was hard and hungry for more. I've never been this addicted to any woman as I was to Jane. With her, I never get satisfied, I could fuck her a whole week straight and still crave her the next second. There have to be many reasons why I felt addicted to fucking her, and her overly, sweet pussy has to be one of those reasons. I was fucking obsessed with her, and there was no downplaying it.

I pinched her nipples and she let out an unconscious moan. She was asleep and still responding to my touches, it got me even harder for her.

I grabbed her left boobs, squeezing it and sizing it up in my hand. It was incredibly soft, her boobs were the softest boobs I've ever encountered.

Halfway fondling her boobs, I felt someone trying to mind-link me. I shut it off and just pleasured myself by fondling her boobs.

It was sunset, and the chilly breeze, coupled with the calmness that came with fondling her boobs plunged me into a world of ecstasy.

I still could not believe she was mine now, and I don't have to struggle with anyone just to be with her. I'm never letting go of her, and I'll kill whoever tries to take her away from me.

My men were still on the hunt for her swindler mate and it was only gonna be a matter of time before they killed him. I can't be a hundred percent at ease until I know he's dead and forgotten. His existence is a huge threat to my newly found happy life with Jane. I need him gone for her to permanently be mine.

For as long as he stays alive, Jane would never warm up to me. She'll always fight me off with every slightest chance she gets. She'll never caress me when we fuck, she'll never opt to suck my dick or fondle my balls. She'll always see me as a monster, and not as her mate.

My gaze fell on her bruised cheek and I remembered just what happened two hours ago. I'd barely forced my dick into her slit when she scratched my face with whatever iota of strength she mustered up. I got pissed off and smacked her face so hard that she got a bruise on her pretty face. I couldn't help it, she scratched my face, no woman has ever done that to me.

She just keeps getting on my nerves with her stupid feistiness. I'll give anything for her to touch me with love and not always try to fight me off.

I trailed soft kisses on the bruise, down to her neck. Apologizing to her was not in the question. I've never apologized to a woman and I'm not about to start now. If I apologize to her, it's going to make me feel less of a man. And it's going to be leverage for her to defy me even more.

It's been said and proven – the only way to get a woman to dread and respect you was to be brutal on her like I was on Jane. Then sooner or later, she'll be forced to love you, because that's the only choice she's going to have.