Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

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Chapter Seventy Four

Chapter Seventy Four

Axel’s touch was different; so gentle and light it was almost inexistent.

He thrust into me again, and I bit my lips not to make a sound. My legs circled around his waist, the hunger in me building up, and in some way he knew–he knew exactly what I wanted.

He turned over so I was on top, letting me take the lead. I rode him, going faster, our breaths coming out laboured, my hands trailing his body; he seemed to like my touch. I moved faster, and his hands circled around my waist, guiding me so I wouldn’t fall over.

“Axel…” I called out, pausing, but he wouldn’t have that. He led me by the waist, and I let out a loud moan. I cummed, taking him along. I felt the warm liquid in me.

I fell over his body, wanting to remain in this position. I didn’t want to think about anything else, and Axel gave me a few minutes to settle before placing me on the bed, besides him. He didn’t leave though; he stayed, watching me as I lapsed into a deep sleep.

Axel was gone by the time I awoke.

I wondered what exactly was the relationship between I and Axel.

Something on the desk piqued my attention.

fantasies? I remembered tossing it into the bin, but re–deciding that I’d at least return it

I have forgotten about it so soon? And what was it doing there on

from that one single book,” Thane said, walking towards me, a towel handing low around his waist. I focused on his face because if I did look down,

to return it back to the library,”

book, maybe

“Thane… let’s talk.”

for that?” he asked, and I would have sworn I saw a flicker of worry in his eyes, just as I had also seen the panic

of it. Your mate was a blessing. I should

Riley, don’t cry. You were not the only person who said something very wrong. I knew the story of your mother, and I was going to tell you either way, but I didn’t

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Chapter Seventy Four

on you.’

haunts me too. I let out a shaky breath. “How did you know about that?…

was younger then, but she had been my father’s favorite; she was exactly his type, the stubborn ones that hardly ever submitted; it would be much more fun to break her. But when father decided she was no fun anymore, I stopped seeing her. There were others

are you?” I questioned. Looking at him, he seemed young, maybe in his early twenties, a few years older than I was, but

and two,”

than me, and yet he looked so… young. “You are over a decade older than me,” I say.

or rather states, I’ll bet he knew how old I

“No, I’m not.”