Rejected and claimed by the alpha beast Novel by Paige T

His kiss was intoxicating. A primal heat flared within Elise, warring with the voice of reason in her head. She tried to resist, a flicker of defiance sparking in her eyes. But Rygan’s touch ignited a wildfire in her senses, a yearning she couldn’t explain. Each brush of his lips, each graze of his hand, sent a jolt through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue a forceful exploration. It was a dash of dominance and surrender, a dance between control and raw desire. Her mind swam, consumed by the intoxicating scent of pine needles and earth that clung to him, a scent. uniquely Rygan and utterly captivating

A whimper escaped her lips as his hand traced a path down her spine, sending shivers cascading over her skin. Her nipples. hardened, aching with a sensitivity she’d never known. His touch was a brand, a searing claim that sent a delicious wave of panic and exhilaration through her.

“Rygan,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “We can’t…”

But the words died on her tongue, swallowed by another searing kiss. He was out of control, driven by a primal hunger. His every breath whispered promises of possessiveness, of a bond she both craved and feared.

His fingers grazed the small of her back, sending a jolt through her. He trailed fire down to her bare ass, his touch sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Her breath hitched, and a low moan escaped her lips as he cupped her soft flesh.

Shame battled with desire in a war within her. His touch was forbidden, yet it ignited a fire she couldn’t extinguish. She knew the consequences, yet she found herself clinging to him, a helpless puppet in the grip of his feral passion.

See what you do to me, sweetheart,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. His lips danced along her neck, leaving a trail of heat. “Don’t run from me. Mine, mine, mine. The words echoed in her mind, both possessive and seductive.

His hand moved lower, his fingers finding the damp heat between her legs. A gasp tore from her throat as he explored with a touch both gentle and demanding. Her body ached, a yearning building within her, a yearning for completion.

“Rygan,” she whimpered, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. “I don’t think you’re in your right mind. We

shouldn’t

But it was a half-hearted plea, a desperate attempt to regain control. The truth was, a part of her craved a surrender as reckless as his.

her

He ignored her, turning her around until her back pressed against his chest. His erection burned hot and hard against her bare skin, sending a tremor through her core.

They stumbled back, a tangle of limbs, until she found herself on all fours, the scent of pine needles and earth flooding her senses. Through a haze of desire, she saw their reflection in the water, his eyes glowing with a fiery intensity.

“I’ll make you feel good,” he growled, his voice raw with urgency. “Look at how wet you are for me.”

His fingers dipped into her core, and a gasp escaped her lips. The contact was electric, igniting a primal fire within her. A whimper escaped her lips as he teased her with his touch, drawing her closer to the edge.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded, his voice husky with desire. His hand moved-up to her breast, his touch sending a delicious ache through her. He pinched her nipple, and a low moan erupted from her lips.

“Oh-agh-agh…more, she whimpered, her voice raw with emotion.

“What did you say, darling?” he rasped, his voice thick with anticipation. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

The primal need within her overwhelmed her remaining doubts Elise leaned back into his touch, her body arching in response. “Rygan, she moaned, the sound laced with both fear and desire.

“That’s it, sweetheart, I growled, his eyes blazing with possessiveness re mine.”Elise whimpered under him, and she

felt thick and huge member line up to her aching opening.

Rygan’s member flicked on her aching folds, causing a groan to erupt. It left her less patient as she cried out, “I want you to put me in: I want you to f***k me; make me forget the sadness you made me feel; make me feel you and only you,” she begged.

And that caused a roar to erupt as Rygan lined his c**k in Elise’s dripping sex; the aching inside of her sweet walls that dragged his c***k made both of them moan out. He thrusts in his member slowly, making her whimper and moan as her fingers dig deeper into the grass.

She grabbed on harder to the grass as she felt Rygan grab on her hair with a feral instinct as he mounted her fully, his c**k thrusting in her relentlessly. The sound and sensual slaps of the skin filled the air.

Their scents and senses mushed together. “Aagh-yes!” she moaned louder. They were under the stars, his body warm against

her hot one, his hand reaching her middle to drag her up till they were both in kneeling positions, and her back wa, inst

plastered to his chests, his hand pressed on her perky breast that bobbed with each thrust.

“I’m going to take you and ***k you deep till your insides are shaped and painted with me,” he growled. Elise’s hand reached back to grab onto his nape and bring their lips back into a symphonic harmony. Their tongues danced in feral lust as he thrust harder into her c**t.

“I’m coming,” she called out, and Rygan could feel her walls clenching hard. Her sex held on to his c***k so tightly that he groaned out from ecstasy as he felt his release coming to his pace, which became beyond feral as she gave one last roar down her neck. He leaned in to bite her neck and deepen the marks again, but Elise had stopped him.

“No, she called with a quiver in her voice as both their breaths were harsh. Even though she could hardly think, the panic of being rejected still haunted her.

They both moaned, maxed out to the edge of their climax, and came together. It wasn’t long until his c**k hardened again. “There are other ways to make sure my scent and mark stay on you, darling, you are mine,” he whispers as he pushes his cock deeper into her sex and takes her again.

Rygan did not let her have a wink of sleep all night long from his ravenous hunger, tasting and taking her over and over again till she was completely covered in his scent and juices; she was completely his till sunrise.

Elise had then woken up; her eyes shot open when she felt how sore her body was, and she found herself laying naked on a cool grass with only a small quilt and a warm hand over her. For a moment, she couldn’t remember what was going on until she felt the arms wrapped around her. She looked to see Rygan fast asleep; he was back to normal, with no claws from last night in sight.

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But when she recalled last night, she felt like screaming; she was so s***id for sleeping with Rygan again-the same man who plans to reject her-so s***d to have sex with him.

She quickly picks her clothes off the floor and puts them in before she races down the hills, not wanting to meet Rygan or

talk to him.

All the warnings she had advised herself, like a mantra to stay away from him, had just gone down the drain. She scolded herself as

she raced back to the moonhouse. From what she heard, they hardly recall what happiness occurred during the rites, right?

“You are so s***id, Elise,” she mutters to herself as she climbs up the marble steps of the Moon House mansion, her mind already still in a daze. She looks around, hoping she won’t meet anyone who would see her sneaking back in this morning.

But her secret was short-lived when she saw someone waiting on top of the spiral stairs by the entrance. It was Alvira; her cold sized up Elise’s frame, like she could sense something amiss, especially when Elise came close to her.

gaze

Her nostrils flared the minute she took a whiff of the familiar cedar scent on Elise. “You little b**h, I thought I told you to stay away from him. How shameless can you be?” She called and attacked Elise.

Elise’s body still aches, and she wants no part in this. She holds Alvira’s arm before she can land a hit, stunning Alvira, who was unaware of Elise’s strength. “Please, Alvira, I don’t want to fight with you,” she muttered, already aware that servants were taking notice of them.

Alvira sees this as an insult that isn’t strong enough: You made an enemy and mocked me the moment you touched what was mine!” She snarled at Elise.

“Elise!” They both hear Rygan’s voice, who was still searching for her from below the stairs. As they were both atop it, Alvira’s eyes turned wicked and mischievous. She looked at Rygan. “I’ll take sure you don’t win,” Alvira muttered, and before Elise could do anything. Alvira screams and pulled her hands away from Elise’s hold and ‘accidentally tripped, pushing herself down the steps.

Rolling till she hits the ground and begins to bleed from her temple and her arm, the whole s**ts witnessed and believed it’s Elise who pushed her, “Alviral” Rygan shouts, races, and reaches for her unconscious body while holding Alvira’s unconscious frame

“What did you just do, Miss Alvira?” One of the s**ts said she with terror in her tone, while the others whispered in shock. Elise knew this was Alvira’s plan-to make them all believe that Elise pushed her down the steps so she would be blamed

And she made sure everyone who saw her believed it was her. And Alvira’s plan was working