The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate

"Or perhaps that's taking it too far...must I show you who you belong to by different means...? After all, there are many ways to leave my mark on you without actually leaving it, right Quinn?”

His words promised Quinn something she could not explain, they held such determination that she knew he would see them through. “Do you want that?"

The resonance of his voice paired with the ethereality of his face and the beauty of his scent had Quinn nodding like a fool. She knew she was supposed to say no, she knew the wrong, and she knew the right...but she was deliberately leading herself down the wrong path. “I want that.”

"Open your mouth..."

Quinn's lips fell apart immediately, willingly giving him the access he needed, and he wasted no time to dip his tongue inside, searching her mouth, claiming it. He pushed forward, pressing her against the tree as he pulled away, lips tracing their way down her neck.

“Your scent is divine...” He told her, but what was really divine was him...his lips...his tongue...his hot and tempting breaths...everything. “I can't wait for you to be completely mine...I'll claim all of you...if I promise you nothing, then I promise you that.”

She tried, but she still could not hold back the cries of pleasure...they effortlessly opened her locked lips, climbing out boisterous and boldly.

With his free hand, Quinn felt as he lifted her head, his lips catching hers, swallowing the whimpers and the moans...taking them all.

When he pulled back, Quinn was panting, chest heaving and falling as his hand slipped out of her drawers, and then he slowly slid to his knees in front of her. The alpha king...the strongest alpha of this era was knelt before her...!

He looked up, those dark eyes meeting hers with nothing but desperation and with a want she wasn't confident she could ever fulfil. He pulled her panty down her legs, and then he spoke. “Put your leg on my shoulder, angel.”

His voice sounded deeper than it had been before, commanding and yet gentle.

Quinn's leg trembled as she cocked it over his shoulder, her eyes drifting away from him when sudden self-consciousness fell down on her.

She could feel his breaths against her flesh and when he inhaled, Quinn wanted desperately to close her legs. Why was she like this? She might've not done anything like this outside, but she'd done it behind closed doors with Jeo...so why...? What was wrong with her now?

Slowly and reluctantly, her hand reached down, covering the gateway to her pleasure and he growled, regaining her attention. She looked down at him, freckled cheeks flustered. “I...I..."

“Do you want us to stop?”

Quinn shook her head.

“Move your hand...I've smelled heaven, now let me taste it.”