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.

jerking at his own belt with one hand, while his other large hand is splayed across my lower back, pinning me in

himself out, huge and

do

to force my legs further apart as he tilts

hips up,

and

wouldn’t escape right now

when I’m about to get

What I need.

I’ve been craving, even though I wouldn’t

admit it.

me any warning or quarter, simply

immediate wave

is hot on the back of

I expect, suddenly his hands are gentle on my skin, as if he’s worshiping

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

time with the rhythm of his body, and dazedly wonder if I’m imagining it, or I’m feeling what he’s feeling through

mating bond.

clue what you do to me?” he whispers in a rough voice as he treats my body with reverence, drawing pleasure 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 burn

mate. You are mine.”

I can

is melt into a puddle at the way

me apart right

have torn down the last of

truth in them and

any

hands mold to my hips, keeping me

up

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

him down.

up within me is

I will withstand it

apart at the seams.