Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 257

I am drowning.

Alec's body is solid against mine, his warmth seeping through my skin, his breath heavy and ragged in my ear. His hard length pressed against my entrance, the tip sliding just inside, and it is torture.

A delicious, unbearable torture.

"Mate. Take him now, please." Nyx's voice is a throaty growl, her need as feral as mine. "He's right there. Just a little more..."

A strangled whimper escapes me, my hips arching to pull him deeper, to close the last fraction of space that keeps me from feeling all of him. My nails dig into his shoulders, and my head falls back against the rough bark of the tree.

"Alec," I breathe, the name slipping out in a desperate, needy moan.

His jaw clenches, muscles flexing beneath my palms. His eyes blaze, a molten gold, and the moonlight catches the sweat gleaming on his chest. His fingers grip my thighs, holding me up, yet he doesn't fully slide inside us.

He's all of a sudden different from how he was minutes ago. As if the lust no longer clouds his mind. I feel him trembling, fighting himself. Fighting us.

Then, without warning, he pulls back.

Cold air replaces his heat, and the loss of him feels like a slap, a wound, a rejection that stings like salt poured into an open cut.

a heartbeat before he all but rips himself away, pacing

as I try to make sense of what just happened. My body aches, throbbing for him. The slickness between my legs is undeniable, a wetness that now serves as a

around myself, nails biting into my own

He didn't want me.

us mating with them and the next I want Alec so bad

whimpered, her hurt mixing with my own. "Why? Why did

pacing slows. He is panting, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. His fists clenched, knuckles white, and his eyes were squeezed shut as if he were trying to block out the

and it takes every ounce of strength I have

like all the years before three years ago,

me. When I wasn't attractive

even though they shake beneath me.

without my voice breaking.

"Sadie."

voice is a rough, gravelly rasp. His hand

whisper, my voice thick and raw. "You don't want me, so let

talking about?" Alec's eyes are wild, his brows drawn tight. "Of

release me. His hand only tightens, holding me firmly