The Alpha's Forbidden Affair 3

Chapter 3

Reka’s POV

The second Talim’s mouth crashed into mine, I knew I was damned.

I had come here to end it, to burn him out of my blood one final time, but the moment his hands gripped my bare hips and dragged me against him, every promise I’d made to myself turned to smoke.

He kissed me like a man possessed, tongue fucking my mouth the way I wanted him to fuck my body. I moaned into him, shameless, clawing at his open shirt until buttons scattered across the stone floor. My back hit the pile of furs we’d claimed as ours months ago, and he followed me down, heavy and hot and perfect.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled against my throat, teeth scraping the skin he could never mark. “Say the word and I walk away right now.”

I answered by spreading my legs and hooking them around his waist, grinding my soaked pussy against the bulge straining his trousers. “Don’t you dare.”

That was all he needed.

He ripped his belt open with one hand while the other shoved between my thighs, two thick fingers plunging straight into me. I was dripping, had been dripping since the second I sent that mind-link. He groaned at how easily I took him, curling his fingers, pumping hard and fast until my hips jerked off the furs.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice raw. “So fucking wet for me you’re making a mess of these sheets.

I couldn’t speak. I could only whine and ride his hand, chasing the pressure building low in my belly. He added a third finger, stretching me open, thumb grinding my clit in brutal circles until my eyes rolled back.

“That’s it,” he snarled. “Cum for me, baby. Soak my fucking hand like the greedy little slut you are.”

I shattered. My back bowed, thighs clamping around his wrist as I gushed over his fingers, squirting so hard the sound of it was obscene in the quiet room. He didn’t stop, just kept fucking me through it until I was sobbing, oversensitive and shaking.

Only then did he pull his hand free and shove those dripping fingers into my mouth. I sucked them clean without hesitation, tasting myself, tasting how much I wanted him. His eyes went black with lust.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I scrambled to obey, turning and dropping to all fours, ass in the air, face pressed to the furs. I heard the rustle of fabric, then the hot, blunt press of his cock sliding through my folds, coating himself in my slick.

“Beg.”

“Please,” I whimpered instantly, pushing back. “Please fuck me. I need it so bad.”

He slammed my pussy in one hard thrust.

The stretch burned, perfect, overwhelming. He was huge, always too big, but my body opened for him like it was made for this. He gave me no time to adjust, just gripped my hips and started pounding, hips slapping against my ass hard enough to sting. Every stroke dragged over that spot inside me that made me see stars.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” he groaned. “This cunt was built for me. No one else will ever fill you like this.”

I believed him. I believed every filthy word because it was true.

He folded himself over my back, one hand snaking around to rub my clit, the other tangling in my hair to yank my head to the side. His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth scraping the spot where a claiming mark should be.

“I’m going to breed you,” he snarled into my skin. “Going to pump you so full you’ll feel me for days. You’ll walk around this palace dripping my cum down your thighs and everyone will know who you belong to.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Breed me, Talim. Please, I want it.”

He lost control then. His rhythm turned savage, hips snapping so hard the furs bunched beneath us. The room filled with the wet sounds of my pussy taking him, my broken moans, his guttural curses. I came again, harder this time, clenching around him so tight he roared and followed me over, cock pulsing as he flooded me with heat. There was so much it leaked out around him, running down my thighs in thick rivulets.

He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed inside. His arms banded around me, holding me close while we both trembled.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Minutes. Hours. Long enough for our breathing to slow and the sweat to cool on our skin.

Then I forced the words out before I lost my nerve.

“This was the last time.”

He went rigid behind me. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled out and turned me to face him. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide.

“What did you just say?”

I sat up, dragging a pelt across my lap even though it was pointless. Cum still leaked from me, warm and obscene. “We’re done, Talim. After tonight, we don’t touch again.”

His face went through a dozen emotions (confusion, rage, betrayal, panic), finally settling on something that looked like devastation.

“No.” His voice cracked. “You don’t get to decide that.”

“I do.” I swallowed hard. “Alpha Damon knows.”

The color drained from his face.

“He was in my room last night,” I continued, voice shaking. “He smelled you on me. He saw the sheets, the bruises, everything. He has proof, Talim. Witnesses. Letters. He’s taking it to the council. If they find out an alpha has been fucking his omega behind his Luna’s back, they’ll strip your power. They’ll curse you until you’re nothing but a broken man. And me.” My throat closed. “They’ll banish me. Or kill me. You know the law.”

Talim’s hands curled into fists so tight the veins stood out. “I’ll kill him. I’ll rip his fucking heart out before he speaks a word.”

“You can’t fight the entire council. You can’t fight a curse that’s older than this kingdom.” Tears spilled now, hot and unstoppable. “And you can’t fight the fact that your people are starving. Vanessa will sever the bond the second this comes out. She told you tonight, didn’t she? You need her alliance. You need her father’s grain. If you lose that because of me, children will die. Real children, Talim. Because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”

He lunged forward, cupping my face in shaking hands. “I don’t care. I don’t care about any of it. You are my mate. My true mate. The rest is nothing.”

“It’s not nothing!” I shouted, shoving at his chest. “It’s everything! It’s your pack, your crown, my life. I love you so much I would rather lose you than watch you burn for me.”

He stared at me like I’d driven a blade through his heart.

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly freezing despite the heat still pulsing between my thighs. “I needed tonight to remember what you feel like. So I could carry it with me when I’m gone.”

Silence fell, thick and suffocating.

Talim stood. He tucked himself away with slow, deliberate movements, every muscle locked tight. When he looked at me again, his face was a stranger’s.

“You don’t get to make this choice for both of us,” he said, voice deadly quiet. “Damon will never speak. I swear it on my blood.”

He turned toward the door.

“Talim,” I whispered, tears choking me.

He paused, hand on the latch.

“If you go after him and it starts a war… I will never forgive you.”

His shoulders rose and fell once, a ragged breath. Then he was gone.

I curled into the furs that still smelled of sex and him and cried until my throat was raw and my body ached worse than any bruise he’d ever left on me