Chapter 10 Empty Bottles

“I miss him, Anna,” he sobbed, pulling her closer to him. It wasn’t her fault. Even he wouldn’t have been able to stand up against a large number of rogues then.

He should’ve protected her, claimed her as his. Instead, he tainted her honor and treated her as an outcast.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen,” she sobbed.

He didn’t care when she didn’t shift at the ceremony. His father, his mate, his best friend, his pack – he let everyone down. A disgrace, he didn’t deserve to be Alpha.

With a sigh, Alpha Flynn pulled away and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He sniffled as he recovered his composure. Looking down, her body trembled in anticipation of his next move.

A goddess – everything about her sent his heart aflutter. Her perfect smile and unreserved laughter. What has he done to his Anna?

She certainly didn’t expect him to cup her cheeks and lovingly sweep the strands of hair on her face. Then with his thumbs, he rubbed circular motions under her eyes. His eyes found hers and she saw the real him – the kind and caring Flynn she grew up with, the Flynn she missed. Her best friend, her old flame, and her Alpha. The close proximity set butterflies fluttering in her stomach and red threatened to taint her cheeks.

He savored the warmth on his palms and inhaled her sweet scent. She looked at him with childlike innocence, something he swore to protect. His heart twinged in guilt; he’s inflicted so much pain in those tear-wet eyes.

His forehead met hers, eyes closed as their humid minty breathes clung to their faces. He had a choice that night and he chose to hurt them all. Had he chosen differently – had he given them both a chance, would he have felt the same comfort that eased his mind that moment?

“I’m sorry,” he confessed. “I’m sorry, Anna. I shouldn’t have – “

“It’s okay,” she breathed. “It was my fault. I ran away that day. I couldn’t fight alongside them. I – “

It was his turn to cut her off. His lips closed on hers as he pressed their bodies together. He entangled his fingers in her hair, securing her position. To her surprise, her lips parted and he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside.

The soft muscle slid along hers in slow motions, feeling every inch of it, teasing her to dance with him and she responded. Their tongues twisted around each other in heated passion and she moaned into the kiss, enticing him more. He explored every part of her wet cave, licking and sucking, tasting her sweetness like his life depended on it, and maybe it did. She gasped for air when he broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting their tips.

“What are you – “she breathed but he cut her off. “I’m sorry,” he said, gazing into her eyes.

He gave her a count of three before he captured her lips again, this time, rough, bruising, and demanding. And he nibbled on her plump lower lip before venturing inside.

Her back arched in pleasure and he abruptly broke the kiss. She mewled at the loss of his lips then felt the ropes around her ankles loosen. She didn’t even feel him get down from the table.

She wasn’t supposed to be doing this. He hurt her – humiliated and rejected her.

Using inhuman strength, the ropes snapped and her legs were freed. He straddled her once more and wasted no time in reclaiming her lips. Unbeknownst to him, it was the last push she needed and she threw caution out the window.

Her mate. Her Alpha. Her promise.

His hands snaked her sides and moved towards the back, cupping her ass. He gave the fleshy mounds a little squeeze, eliciting a sensual moan from her. His hands slid further down to the back of her thighs and without warning, spread her legs for him, her yelp muffled by his hungry mouth.

Her legs wrapped around his hips and he pressed himself into her more, letting her center feel his bulging need. The sweet scent of her wetness trickled his nostrils, she was dripping, ready for him.

He ground his center unto hers, asking for permission while giving her pleasure. Her back arched as she crossed her legs tighter around him, her wrists fighting to break free of the restraints.

To deny her the satisfaction of touching him was bliss torture. The continuous grinding kept stimulating her little hill through the thin clothing of her leggings, the delicious rub of his hardness taking her to a high.

“Ahh…Flynn…Ahh.”

Her moans encouraged his dick to harden until it demanded to be released from the constraint of his pants. His voice came out husky as he said, “Feel good, baby?”

She moaned in response and he felt the head drip cream.

Her breathes came in gasps and sharp intake of air as she kept her eyes closed, focused on the high he was giving her. He humped faster, his hot breath fanning the tiny hairs on her nape. Wet kisses trailed her neck and jaw, hands massaged her cups, and heat pooled in the base of her stomach.

Something… something wanted to come out of her and though she fought to keep it in, Flynn’s ministrations kept forcing its release. And when he took her to the peak of pleasure, she screamed his name as her juices drenched her panties, her leggings, and his crotch. He released his own at the same time, trapping her lips while he made a mess in his own pants.

With her legs still around him, she filled her lungs with air. He kissed her neck softly and she gave a satisfied hum. It was one mind-shattering orgasm. As they relaxed to catch their breath, the door was suddenly slammed open in brute force that the walls shook.

She opened her eyes at the same time Flynn turned to face the bastard who dared interrupt. There, standing on the doorway was one furious panting Alpha Liam. The scream he heard, their intimate position. He could even smell what transpired. Anger pulsed through his veins at the scent of her sweet release, muddled with his prey’s.