Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 162

The bed shifts under Aaron’s weight, and I open my eyes to see him looming over me, already nak ed.

Somehow I knew it was him before I even saw him.

My wolf knows

She is practically purring now as Aaron’s large hands land on my skin-somehow I’m nak ed as well.

“My mate,” he says in a low voice. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted to claim my mate? Wanted to fu c k my mate until she’s undone and completely at my mercy?”

His words make me shudder, and I can only moan a response.

His eyes glow golden as he stares down at me, and it makes an answering swell of sharp longing rush through me.

Aaron’s nostrils flare.

arousal. Just for me, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can make you so wet, make you drench your

even touching you.”

he’ll touch me soon, needing him to soothe the ache

asks, as he hitches a hand beneath

to him.

large fingers rake

and fast, and exactly how I need

cry out, immediately overcome

want, Leah,” Aaron demands as he thrusts deep and

have to raise one hand above my head to brace against the headboard of the bed, anchoring myself against the relentless surge of his hips against

I can only cry out as I let him take whatever he wants

my

down when Aaron flips me over and tugs my as s

inside me again, and this time he’s the one bracing a hand on the headboard for leverage as he pistons against me, while the evidence of my want

what I want, Leah,” he repeats fiercely, and his voice is a growl, his wolf close to the surface, something he’s never allowed to happen when we’ve

own wolf revels in it, panting for