Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine

“What?” I exclaimed. “No, you can’t stop I don’t mind…”

“You will,” he repeated, seemingly sure of himself.

“You told me you’ve formed a kind of… addiction to wolfsbane,” I said, “You would suffer without it.”

“Yes. I would face withdrawal symptoms, but not until this incident did I realize how reckless and selfish I had been. Wolfsbane is dangerous–I risked my life taking it, but I did it because I didn’t care about living a long life. I lived for the moment, and at that moment, it had been what I needed to do. But then you came into my life, and I realized I can’t be reckless anymore. I can’t keep living for the moment, not when I have a future with you. I know the pain you would be in if…” He paused, unable to finish. don’t want to leave you alone. Ever. And so I have to stop and let my body heal. It might take months, even years but I will learn. And when I do… maybe then, we’ll have a chance to have a baby.”

a tear with his thumb. At that moment I realized something–I wanted this, I wanted the life he had envisioned, I wanted to have children–though I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t, I wanted

want to think about it, how he had ‘fucked‘ me so hard I felt him in me for days; there was no passion then, but now… now it was completely different. I drew closer to him, showing him what I wanted with a single look. In an instant, he had picked me up from the couch. He carried me to the bed and set me down,

then the plain, loose dress I wore came off next. That was all I managed to pull off before he settled on top of me, claiming my lips once again. Every part

lower, but I had other plans. I used all my strength to roll

around him, earning a low growl. For a moment, I thought he might flip me over and take control, but he didn’t–he let me tease him. When I was sure he couldn’t take any more, I positioned myself before sinking onto his thick length. We both moaned in pleasure as I rocked against him, moving as fast as I could, though I never quite matched his pace. He thrust his hips, driving deeper inside me, his hands roaming from my breasts to my ass,

spank. I let out a gasp, moving faster. His

couldn’t hold back any longer–I shattered. My strength was gone, but Alexander wasn’t finished. He rolled me onto my back, spreading my legs over his shoulders before thrusting into me, harder and faster. Pleasure built up again, and