The Alpha and Me

121. Meeting Mahir as his father

121. Meeting Mahir as his father

Nandini's POV

I was lifted off my feet as he put his greedy lips on mine. I erupted into a gasp of protest, but it rippled in his mouth before dying a welcome death.

I wish I could deny that I didn't want this kiss. This was all that I used to cherish when my sexual life was concerned back then. I used to revel in his touch and bloom like a fresh flower after each lovemaking session.

But that was what I had five years ago. After I left his pack, I never indulged in any relationship. And though Audrey stole kisses from me, it didn't make me feel as dizzy as this.

Only Manik Malhotra could do this to me. Only his lips could do this to me.

My lips softened and parted, allowing an easy access to his tongue into my mouth. With every lick, every swirl, every slurp, my heart skipped beating. Liquid heat settled between my legs and my core tightened like it has never before in these five years.

Manik entered a hand in my shirt and squeezed my waist. I winced as it was painful. But I guess it was his way to see to it that he was not dreaming. And that I was really in his arms again.

I was in his arms... In Manik's arms. That realization made me shoot my eyes open. I noticed that he was truly invested in kissing me. His eyes were closed, his lashes wet. There was redness on his cheekbones and some kind of relief on his face. His hands were going all over my chest and shoulders while his tongue delved hungrily in my mouth.

It was intoxicating. It was making me fall weak. But one ride through the memories of my past and I restored my senses.

Gathering all my strength, I pushed him away. He stumbled as he was not really attentive. He held himself together and stopped an untimely fall. When he resurfaced from the deep waters of distraction and longing, he flexed his shoulders.

My heart soared up to my throat when his mouth upturned in a mocking smirk, "I am glad you're still affected by my touch."

Saying that he captured me in his arms again and pushed me to the wall. His mouth caught mine again and a brief taste of unbearable sweetness exploded in my mouth. Far, far too brief a taste.

My breaths got caught in my lungs. I attempted to pull back but I could not retreat far. Although I was able to draw his mouth away from mine, I couldn't get him off my body. He still held me secure in his hands and sucked on my neck painfully.

I could feel him pouring his anger on me. Anger of separation. Anger of making him feel that I was dead when I was not.

But why should he care? He has a mate waiting for him back home. A handful of kids, too. Maybe.

His teeth bit into my skin. And as much as it aggravated me, it filled me with relief to the rim. I didn't dare stop him even though it felt disgusting getting touched by him. Though at the same time... it was soothing.

I would've stayed hostage in his arms and let him have his way with me. I was used to that. I knew Manik never asked for it. He took it as he liked it. Had it not been the reprimand of my wounded self-respect, my eyes wouldn't have opened and the cloud of intoxication wouldn't have cleared off my mind.

"I didn't expect anything better from you, Alpha Manik. Aside from being greedy, you've turned into a rapist too. What an amazing transformation of personality over the years. I must admit that I am impressed." He froze and his face paled at the enormity of my assertion.

Manik withdrew his hand and took two steps away from me. I watched as his eyes darkened and in the following second, he turned the bed that was in the room into a heap of broken metal.