Rejected and claimed by the alpha beast Novel by Paige T

Elise’s body had begun to burn up, hotter than the warmth the flame offered. Her body still internally shivered from the cold, and Rygan didn’t expect that heavy scent that would wash over him. That familiar scent set his wolf on a feral edge instantly.

Her heat, Elise, was in heat. He watched as her legs twisted, her grunts and whimpers louder as she searched for their pleasuring friction and cried when she couldn’t reach it. Elise whimpered in pain as her body sparked forward from the pain.

She hadn’t had heat as intense as this in three years; she wondered what had triggered it or who.

She was far from gone. Not until her wolf had smelled that mint and cedar wood scent she’d missed for years, “El?” Rygan calls her name but is replied to with another whimper.

But then, an eerie silence presumed, Elise rose from her spot on the shabby, torn-up couch, her focus now directly on Rygan, and Rygan saw that she was barely in control, her human side sick from the cold and her wolf’s feral side leading the way.

“Alpha, I need you; I need your warmth; I need you,” she pleaded. Rygan knew this was wrong, but he yearned for her more than the moons could attest to. He bit the insides of his cheeks till they bled. He was holding his wolf from jumping right, no matter the temptation; he wanted to be sure she wanted it.

His hand touched her cooling skin, and Elise whimpered, leaning closer into his warm palm before her lips began to trace heated kisses on his wrist. “El, you’re not in your right mind; you are in heat now.”

“No, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. All this time, my wolf and body have missed you, and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, f**k, I need you. I need my core to be filled with you,” she whimpered, and Rygan knew she was out of it.

The Elise he knew would have punched him before asking for his embrace, especially after their fight. But this made him recall the time when they were both in the dungeon when he started his release and rut with her. When he was in pain, she was there to meet his needs.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

That was a painful experience, but she took it all even though she didn’t have a choice, and now she was begging for him. His fingers scraped against the wooden floor till they were claw marks; he was at the edge of a breaking point.

After all those long months of yearning and wanting to be with her, now she was in front of him, begging for what he’d wanted for a while.

It wasn’t long before his thoughts were interrupted by a snarl from Elise’s lips; she had leaped on Rygan, whose body hit the ground with a thud, and now she was straddling him, her hands holding his wrist, her nostrils flared from his scent.

She leaned closer, taking a whiff of his nape and digging deeper with a lick. That set Rygan on fire; it was getting dangerous fast. “El, listen to me. You want me to touch you?” He asked in a whisper.

Her wolf whimpered, but she paused, nodding her head ever so slightly, but Rygan caught that. “I want you to have me. Make this heat go away,” she pleaded. There is no way out of this, not when they are an imprinted pair with a bond so strong that their souls are entwined.

“Then you have to be a good little wolf; can you do that?” He asked Elise; it felt like he was talking to a pup with the way her head turned to the side in curiosity as to what he meant, but her wolf was eager with violet eyes flickering brighter.

“I need us to get warm and out of these closed doors first, so can you stand for me?” He asked calmly, and Moons Rygan was holding him back. Here he was, with Elise on a silver platter, ready to take him.

He didn’t care if it was a push from primal lust or a feral side that wanted him; maybe any stranger would have dated her needs, but for him, it was no one else. Even with the women he had through the years, he could only get through touching them; he only needed their comfort but never went through with it.

She stood up quickly, eyes wide and learning; her wolf was excited for the next step. “Arms up, sweetling,” he muttered to her, and she obeyed.

He pushed up her wet top until he was met with her lacy underwear. A gulp escaped his throat, and his eyes raked the lines of her curves, her nipple already peeking out from the wet lace.

His throat dried from the sight of her aching buds, imagining putting them in his mouth and licking them, the way he’d missed her wholly. He could feel that last thread of restraint ready to snap.

But he needed to concentrate; he didn’t want Elise to hate him when she came back to it. Elise took off her underwear next, leaving her body bare and naked, her porcelain skin illuminated by the flame. Those familiar birthmarks and freckles that sc**d against her skin set his body on fire.

His hands traced the small birthmark on the curve of her breast right before his hand cupped her face. Elise hissed and leaned in instinctively, wanting his warmth. “Kneel for me,” he muttered, following her movements until they were both back on the floor of the room.

He reached for Elise, pulling her into his arms with her back settled on his chest until her body was cradled in his arm like a child. He pulled a light kiss to her forehead, watching as Elise whined for more of that touch.

“I need more, please, Alpha,” she begged, her voice filled with yearning and pain as her body lurched forward, groaning from the painful twist of her empty core needing to be filled.

Rygan’s hands traced grace from her cheeks to her lips; his eyes marveled at every line and curve on her marvelously pillowy lips. “Open up for me,” he instructed, and she did; her lips opened up for his access.

His hands dipped into her hot, wet mouth, and Rygan’s pupils dilated from the sheer heat of her mouth around his fingers and how fast his length hardened.

He shifted backward, hoping she wouldn’t feel how much power she had over him, so he dipped his hands deeper into her mouth, coating it with her juices.

Elise moaned from the heaviness of his fingers on her tongue, letting out a whimper when her mouth was left empty. With those same wet fingers, Rygan traced down until they reached the arched opening of her upper thighs that instinctively widened, revealing her wet pink sex.

He watched as Elise held on to his hands, her nails pushing into his skin. The moment she felt his fingers dip into her wet core, she moaned, “Argh, Ngh, f**k-more!” She pleaded, and Rygan increased his pace, while his other hand landed a squeeze on her soft breast.

It felt like she was going mad; she wanted more, but she wasn’t giving it to her. He instead focused on her pleasure and climax, how her body arched with each stroke, and how she was driving him insane.

Elise felt another third finger dip into her sex, and she arched back in ecstasy. She felt that the thundering, hot climax edged her to the point where she saw seedy white stars from her release. “Hngh ughh, mmhmm Ngh!” She moaned, moving with the rhythmic thrust of his fingers.

“Rygan” He finally heard her speak his name. This time he bent to look at her, her breathing heaving in a frantic and panting mess. Her eyes were no longer that feral violet color; she was in control now.

“EL.I’m sorry,” but he was shut off with a kiss. His eyes widened as she pulled away, and silence filled the whole space as she studied her face for any apprehension for him to stop, but there was none. “More,” she moaned out.

And this time Rygan lost all sense of patience from just her words; his c**k hardened with a curse in his breath as he pushed their lips together again, igniting that furry passion.

He was going all out, with no regrets, because he wanted her. His lip mashed hard into hers as Rygan was ready to unleash himself. The night was young, and he was ready to give her the pleasure she needed.

He was ready to ravish her whole.