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.

his other large hand is splayed across my lower back, pinning me in

draws himself out, huge and hard, and just

to do

to force my legs

hips up,

and the

wouldn’t escape right now for

to get

What I need.

craving, even though I wouldn’t

admit it.

give me any warning or quarter, simply lines. himself up and thrusts

out, an immediate wave of pleasure

hot on the

on my skin, as if he’s worshiping my

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

after wave of love rolling over me in time with the rhythm of his body, and dazedly wonder if I’m imagining it, or I’m

mating bond.

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

mate. You are mine.”

of answering, I can

into

apart right

have torn down

is a raw truth in them and I know he wouldn’t have

me any

mold to my hips, keeping

picks up the

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

him down.

me is almost unbearable. It’s never been like this before and

I will withstand it

apart at the seams.