Brandon. The King. The Alpha. The one who will do anything for his love. An age gap of 12 years does not separate the young love, it causes a few rough patches in their relationship, passionate sex, and moments where they can teach each other new things. They give themselves to each other fully, it becomes a curse and a blessing.
"Deeper," I whispered into her ear, she shivered and pushed a little more.
"Deeper,"
"I can't, it's too much. You do it." She whimpered into my neck, her body was on fire.
"Come on baby deeper." I encouraged her. She didn't move just tightened her grip. I could tell she was in a lot of pain, her face said it all. She felt like I shouldn't be trying to fit into her, that I didn't belong in her. It was like trying to fit a unsharpened pencil into a pen hole.
"You can scratch me, grab me, whatever, it won't hurt." I pushed past her barrier, she tensed. She held onto me for dear life. "Relax for me baby girl, you are hurting yourself." She was, by her squeezing her walls it was causing more pressure. I rubbed her back, hoping should would just relax.
I felt her wet tears on my shoulder and chest, I immediately felt guilty and wanted to pull out. "I'm sorry we can stop." I said to her. I love her to much to hurt her, so if that meant stopping and using my hand to relieve myself, then that will do until I am able to make love to her. I would do anything for her.
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The pain was too intense.
I had no one.
Parents?
My mother died in a fire.
Father couldn't stand seeing how much I looked like my mother.
Sibling?
My father still believed my mother was alive a hiding, and never met anyone.
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I was slowly dying inside.
My pack was in a war.
Fighting against the most toughest, harsh, and rough pack known in North and South America.
When the alpha turns out to be my mate I'm not concerned about, by him.
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There's an inferno burning me inside and out.
My pack was slowly breaking down,brick by brick.
I tried to make excuses for why he did that to me
Stress?
Tired?
But when he rejected me, I left, with a burden.
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The passion of hurt started from the balls of my feet and ran upward.
I was lost.
Pain was an understatement.
I would have died.
We would have died.
If the pack attacking my old pack hadn't kidnapped me.
If then I wouldn't have found my second chance mate.
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