Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 191

LEAH

I can tell the second I’ve pushed Aaron too far, but instead of being fearful or wary like I was with Tobin a few minutes ago, now I’m buzzing with anticipation, thrilling in how I can drive

my mate to extremes.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this.

I should simply walk away instead of letting Aaron insult me-implying I’m sleeping with both James and Tobin-but my need for him has reached boiling point.

My wolf is demanding her mate, and she won’t be deterred

this time.

And truthfully, I want it just as much.

All these raw things I feel-most of them caused by Aaron-it’s like a powder keg and now I think the only way it’s going to start feeling any better is if it explodes first.

Aaron is poised above me, arousal in every line of his body, on the edge of detonating, and some reckless part of me wants to find out what happens when I tip my mate over into

madness.

My dress is already rucked most of the way up from how Aaron has shoved me onto the desk and pushed my legs wide.

I hold his gaze defiantly as I bring my hand down and tug my skirt the rest of the way up, exposing the sheer red lace panties I’m wearing.

I continue holding his gaze as I slide my hand into my underwear, biting my lip over a moan the instant my fingers touch my wet, oversensitized flesh.

Aaron curses, his voice a harsh growl, and before I’ve barely done anything other than stroke myself once, he’s flipped me

over on the desk.

His fingers rake my panties down my legs and I glance over my shoulder in time to watch another pair disappear into his

pocket.

own belt with one hand, while his other large hand is splayed

and hard,

to do

his knee to force my legs further apart as he tilts

hips up,

and the

escape right

when I’m about to

What I need.

craving, even though I

admit it.

me any warning or quarter, simply lines. himself up

wave of pleasure surging through

hot on the back of my

instead of things intensifying like I expect, suddenly his hands are gentle on my skin, as if he’s worshiping my flesh, savoring the

pace sensual and languid, as if we have all the time in

wave after wave of love rolling over me in time with the rhythm

mating bond.

out of me in slow-building waves. “Do you know what you make me feel? Do you have any idea what I would do for you? I would

mate. You are mine.”

answering, I can only

is melt into a

apart

words have torn down the

in them and

any other

to my hips, keeping

picks up

legs of the desk creak like the whole thing is going to collapse beneath us, but I don’t care, I

him down.

and pleasure building up within me

withstand

apart at the seams.