Semua Bab Sex With The Ruthless Alpha Professor : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Rose’s POVHe tore my jacket open with a single savage yank, buttons scattering across the Persian rug like tiny silver accusations. The fabric ripped at the seams under his strength, and my shirt followed a heartbeat later—buttons popping free in a frantic cascade that pinged off the stone walls and the heavy oak desk. My tits spilled out into the cool air of his study, heavy and aching, nipples already dark, puffy, and painfully tight from hours of denial. They throbbed visibly with every frantic beat of my heart, begging for his mouth, his teeth, his claim.Jason’s silver eyes raked over me like molten metal, pupils blown wide with raw hunger. “Fuck, look at these pretty tits,” he growled, voice low and wrecked, the sound vibrating straight down my spine to my dripping core. “So fucking sensitive after one night of my hands on them. Already begging to be sucked and bitten and marked. When I breed you full, these are going to swell heavy with milk for me, aren’t they, little omega?

Rose's POV “Come then,” he growled, nipping sharply at my earlobe as his fingers found my swollen clit again, rubbing in slow, firm circles that matched the tiny rocks of his hips. “Come on your alpha’s knot while I tell you the rest. Gonna mark you every single day—fresh bites on your throat, your tits, your inner thighs. Handprints on this perfect ass that’ll stay bruised for days. My scent rubbed into every inch of your skin until no other alpha dares even look at you twice. Gonna fuck you through every heat from now on, keep you barefoot and pregnant and dripping with me twenty-four seven. You’re mine, Rose. My perfect, filthy, bred little omega. Say it. Scream it while you come.” “Yours!” I cried out as the orgasm crashed over me—slower, deeper, rolling through my entire body like liquid fire that started in my womb and spread outward until even my fingertips tingled. My walls spasmed hard around the knot, milking him for more even though he was already locked and pulsing en

Rose’s POV He ate me like a starving man savoring his favorite meal—growling praises between filthy licks and sucks that made my oversensitive body jerk and twitch beneath him. “Taste like mine… so full of my thick seed… gonna keep you leaking for days, baby… good girl… such a perfect bred omega… swallow every drop I give you tomorrow morning too… gonna wake you up with my tongue in this sloppy cunt before I knot your throat…” His tongue was relentless, broad and hot, dragging from my ass all the way up through my swollen folds, swirling around my throbbing clit before sucking it between his lips and humming deep in his throat. The vibration shot straight through me like lightning. I whimpered helplessly, thighs shaking violently around his head, fingers buried in his thick dark hair as I tugged him closer even though every nerve screamed that I was too raw, too full, too much. But gods, I never wanted him to stop. I came again on his tongue—smaller, softer, but no less shattering—s

Rose's POV Tears of overwhelming joy and need slipped down my cheeks as the bond poured his vision into me so clearly I could almost see it—my body transformed, heavy with his children, glowing under his constant touch. I slid lower without thinking, nuzzling down his chest and abs until my face hovered over his now fully hard cock. “Alpha… let me taste you again while you tell me. Let me please you while you paint our future for me.” I didn’t wait for permission this time; I licked a long, slow stripe from his heavy balls up the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, moaning at the salty-sweet taste of us together. Then I took the head into my mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling as I looked up at him through my lashes. Jason groaned long and low, one hand tangling gently in my messy braid while the other stayed on my belly. “Fuck, Rose… that’s it, baby. Suck your alpha’s cock nice and slow while I tell you the rest. When you’re nine months huge, I’m still going to knot you

Rose’s POV The soft click echoed like a gunshot in the silent corridor.I stood frozen on the other side of the heavy oak door, one palm still pressed flat against the dark wood as if I could somehow push the moment back inside. My heart hammered so violently I could feel it in my throat, in my temples, in the fresh claiming bite that throbbed beneath the high collar of my jacket like a second, traitorous heartbeat. The stone floor was ice beneath my boots. The air smelled of old wax, cold stone, and the faint, lingering trace of pine smoke that had followed me out like an accusation.I couldn’t breathe.The bond tugged—gentle at first, then sharper, like a golden thread pulled taut across the distance I had just created. Not pain. Not yet. Just… awareness. Confusion. A sleeping mind reaching for the warmth that had vanished from its side.*Where are you going, little one?*The words weren’t spoken, but I felt them all the same—Jason’s voice inside my chest, low and velvet-rough even