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.

one hand, while his other large hand is

himself out, huge and hard,

to do

my legs further

hips up,

and

I wouldn’t escape right

to get exactly what

What I need.

I’ve been craving, even

admit it.

doesn’t give me any warning or quarter, simply lines. himself up

out, an immediate wave of pleasure surging

hot on the back of my

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

pace sensual and languid, as

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

mating bond.

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 this

mate. You are mine.”

answering, I can

melt into a

me apart

down the last of

a raw truth in them and I know

any

hands mold to my hips, keeping me

up

to collapse beneath us, but I

him down.

me is almost

I will withstand it without completely

apart at the seams.