My Agitated Mate Can't Deal with My Alpha Ass [Book 3 of Alpha Mate Trilogy]

Chapter Sixteen: Possessed

I feel back onto his plush bedding and allowed him complete access to my body, willingly. It might seem like it's aggressive but for several reasons it's appropriate. One thing, I want to show him I trust him with everything, even my body. Two, I obviously need this by the way I'm attacking his shoulders and neck; feeling him as if his body was mine and was exploring for the first time. Whether it was two minutes or two years, this needed to happened way before this point and it's all my fault.

He was devouring me. Everywhere he kissed and touched he did as if I was an expensive wine and this would be the first and last time he'll ever taste it. His lips trailed across my neck and down my shoulders; he nipped my waist then hips; his hands wrapped my legs around his hips to ensure that he was grinding solely on mine. He was determined and made no mistake. He knew exactly want he wanted and he was going all the right things to get it.

My dress came completely off and then my fumbling sounds of him making ample attempts at my bra. I leaned forward, trying to help him, but before I could reach back there he tore the supporting device off.

"Hey!" I pulled back angry, "I need that."

He gave me a lustful, uncaring look. He lean in and I pulled back.

"How am I supposed to walk out of here without one? I trust you completely but we still should be respectful...of...each...other..."

He watched and listen as I spoke then stuttered, knowing he was the cause. He began to touch me, stroking my core with feather like touches that made me jump. I continued to talk, I don't know, maybe as a protection mechanism or a way to make it less confusing, but whatever it was it wasn't working. His finger slipped inside of me and I arched my back, raking his shoulder until it broke skin and cried out. He continued to slowly stretch, increasing my moaning and whimpering, stretching until he could fit at least two fingers.

"Spence," I cried. "More."

He chuckled at my torture and kissed me, "say it."

"I need you, please. Spencer, I'm begging you. I love you."

He stopped when I finished. He stared at me, as if to see if I was lying. I wasn't.

"I love you Spencer," I repeated.

He spaced out. He shuttered, then sat up and pulled away, but I didn't let him get after. I sat up off my back and stopped him in his seated position. I swung my leg over his lap and sat on his ever growing erection. I leaned into his neck, as if it was meant to cradle my face.

"I love you," I mumbled kissing his pulse and gripped his thick, muscular shoulders. "You believe me right?"

He pushed me away and got up.

"What? Now what? I'm giving you want you want, why aren't you happy?"

He began to laugh. Laugh in a way that I've never ever heard him laugh like before.

"Spence?" I asked nervously draping his shirt over my exposed body, "hey...are you alright?"

"See this could have all been easier if she would have just listened to me," he took two steps forward to face the bureau with the mirror and watched his reflected eyes. "She wouldn't have to worry, no one would have had to die, I would be happy, she would too. But no," he turned and I knew was gone. It was him but it wasn't.

"Spencer, what the hell is going on?"

"Oh, I'm sorry; that's incredibly rude of me," he held out his hand, the same hand that was used with me minutes ago. "My name is John."

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"Come on!" he shouted at me, dragging me through the forest by my hair wearing nothing but my panties and Spencer's shirt. It was painfully. It was humiliating. It was was terrifying because the man I loved isn't that man. John ruined him. Where is my Spencer?