Semua Bab Sex With The Ruthless Alpha Professor : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Rose’s POVWe stayed locked together on the scarred oak desk for what felt like an eternity of perfect, pulsing union, his magnificent knot swelling thick and unyielding deep inside me, anchoring us in a cocoon of shared ecstasy that made the outside world—ravens, councils, Eastern serpents—feel like- Blend cooking into foreplay: him guiding her hands while chopping, whispering "Spread those legs while I stir the pot, omega," as flavors and scents mix into more sex. Every tiny shift of his hips sent delicious aftershocks rippling through my oversensitive core, drawing soft, broken whimpers from my lips as my walls fluttered helplessly around him, milking the last drops of his release. The bond thrummed between us like a living heartbeat, profound and incandescent—his silver wolf draped possessively over my russet one, tails entwined in lazy spirals, low rumbles of satisfaction vibrating through our connection like distant storm song. I could feel every emotion echoing back to me: hi

Rose's POV Instead of letting me down, he spun me gently in his powerful arms, pressing my back flush to his broad chest. His oversized jacket hung open like a silken cape, my heavy breasts exposed and marked with his love bites—reddened peaks tight and aching, faint crescent imprints from his teeth still throbbing faintly. He caged me against the counter exactly as before, thick arms bracketing mine, but this time he pressed the knife into my hands over a fresh pile of carrots and herbs, the blade glinting in the firelight. “Spread those legs while I stir the pot, omega,” he whispered hotly against my ear, his breath fanning my mating mark and sending shivers racing down my spine. One massive hand slid down my body, cupping my dripping pussy possessively, two thick fingers pushing back inside me without preamble—scissoring lazily, curling just right to stroke that sensitive spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. With his other hand, he guided my grip on the knife, his body heat

Rose's POV Jason’s growl rumbled through me like distant thunder rolling across the lake, low and primal, vibrating straight into my bones and straight between my legs. “Not fighting anymore, little sovereign,” he breathed against my throat, the words hot and rough, his teeth scraping the sensitive- Building to penetration, knotting, with detailed sensations, scents, bond, wolves, filthy talk from Jason, and Rose's responses.His skin just above my pulse in a promise that made my core clench emptily. “Tonight I’m done pretending I don’t want to ruin you for anyone else. Done pretending this bond isn’t screaming to lock us together until neither of us can walk straight.”His mouth crashed back down on mine, harder this time, all restraint burned away in the fire we’d both been feeding for months. The kiss was wet, open, desperate—tongues sliding deep, teeth nipping at lips, the taste of him flooding me like spiced wine and storm wind and raw alpha need. I moaned into his mouth, the so

Rose's POV “I want to be a mess for you. Gods, I *love* being your messy, brilliant mate—full of your cum, leaking on this dock like the filthy sovereign slut you make me. But Elara… she deserves this too. Choice. Fire. A mate who ruins her and cherishes her the way you do me. Promise me we’ll burn the old laws for her. Promise me this bond makes us strong enough.” His eyes darkened to molten steel, pride and feral protectiveness surging through the bond like a storm tide. He rocked his hips in a slow, agonizingly shallow grind—impossible to thrust properly with the knot still locked thick and unyielding, but every millimeter of movement dragged the swollen base against my stretched entrance, tugging deliciously and sparking fresh waves of overstimulation that had my walls clenching greedily. The dock creaked louder; ripples spread wider across the lake. “That’s my girl,” he growled, voice rough as gravel and smoke. “Begging for promises while my knot keeps you stuffed and drippin

Rose's POV The path blurred into pure sensation. Ancient oaks whispered overhead, briars snagging at my bare skin, but all I felt was him—the steady thunder of his heartbeat against my breasts, the cool breeze teasing my exposed, marked throat where his claiming bite pulsed like a second heartbeat, the way his cock dragged over my entrance with every stride, catching just enough to make me gasp and grind down harder. “You broke me open under the stars,” I whispered against his neck, nipping the skin hard enough to leave a fresh mark. “Now deal with the flood, Alpha. I’m still clenching around nothing, aching for your knot again. Promise me more when we get inside. Promise you’ll fuck me in the shower until I can’t remember anything but your cock and how we’re going to save Elara.” “Fuck yes,” he snarled, voice thick with renewed hunger. The bond surged with his feral protectiveness, silver wolf rumbling low in the mental plane. “I promise, little one. We’ll burn every chain for Elar