Rejected by My Alpha Mate; Nyra's Awakening

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Adrian pulls away, breathing hard, a sly half-smile on his lips. "Sorry about that bastard. He’s insatiable."

"I can see," she chuckles, licking her bruised lips. "Aiden’s really...intense."

Adrian chuckles. "I do want to kiss you again though," he whispers, pressing their mouths back together.

Nyra doesn’t know how they managed to make it to their condo without Adrian devouring her in the car.

The kiss on that abandoned rooftop had started softly enough. Adrian kissed her gently, hand wrapping around her hips to pull her flush against him.

But then the kiss deepened. Adrian kissed her like he’s been starving for it. Like all these days of holding back and avoiding her were finally getting to him.

"I- can’t hold back anymore," he had whispered against her lips, the tent in his slacks obvious. "I’ve stayed away from you for too long because I was scared Aiden would lose control. But now I know you’re much stronger than I thought--I don’t want to hold back anymore. I want you now!"

Adrian had almost taken her right there on the rooftop. Nyra, too weak in the knees, had only given him one condition.

Take me back to the condo.

That is why the moment the door opened, Adrian barely let it close before he slammed their mouths back together. Hard!

Their clothes come off fast. Everything. His shirt first, hand trembling as he unzips his jeans and tugs them and his underwear down in one smooth motion.

Nyra gasps when she sees the sheer size of him. His length is so hard, angry red and leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

Her clothes come next. She had deliberately worn loose, oversized clothes, already prepared to tear them to shreds when she shifted for the practicals.

Adrian yanks them off her, instantly replacing the fabric with his mouth, kissing her neck down to her stomach, leaving marks scattered across her pale skin.

"You’re so beautiful." He murmurs against her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth. "You have no idea how crazy you drive me!"

"S-show me then." Nyra moans breathlessly, her chest arching more into his mouth as he continues sucking and pinching her nipples until the buds are aching and sensitive.

Adrian rids her of the baggy sweats next, eyes raking down her body in a deep, possessive gaze.

He leans over her, spreading her thighs apart, but she stops him by planting a hand over his chest.

"Bedroom, please. I don’t want to have sex on the couch."

He understands, fuck he does. And he doesn’t need to be told twice.

He drops her gently on the bed in the main bedroom, a contrast to the roughness that followed them home. But the moment he’s sure she’s comfortable, he throws her smooth, long legs over his broad, athletic shoulders, hovering over her until she’s completely bent in half.

Fuck, the sight does something to him.

Then he lines up, nudging the head, feeling even more slick gush out of her--a natural lubricant--before he slams all the way in.

Nyra mewls sharply, her moan echoing off the roof. Her legs tremble on his legs from the sudden stretch. Adrian’s length is huge--always has been--but tonight he feels even thicker, the full Enigma size of him forcing her walls to stretch around every ridge and vein.

"Ah--take it!" he groans loudly, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, fuck!"

He starts fucking her hard and deep right away. After weeks of holding back, his control finally crumbles.

Every thrust punches a high-pitched moan out of her. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room. Nyra cannot breathe properly, all her thoughts reduced to an incoherent mess as she moans his name over and over.

She can feel every. Single. Thing. Every thick vein of his cock dragging along her sensitive walls. She can feel the exact shape of him, the heavy weight of him, the way he bottoms out and grinds in deep like he is trying to leave a permanent imprint inside her.

"Adrian, ah, Adrian...please." She sobs, voice wrecked, fingers squeezing at the sheets. She can’t help herself.

His knot comes without warning. The sudden swelling at the base of his cock locks them together as it bursts at the tip, stretching her even wider than before.

She screams at the pressure, the fullness almost too much. He grinds deep, growling, and empties himself inside her with a low groan. Hot pulses of cum flood her in thick waves, and she feels every single spurt.

They both open their bonds again, letting their pleasure and emotions flood and crash into each other. It makes it feel times ten better because he can feel her pleasure, and she can feel his.

She moans loudly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head at the intensity of it all.

She thinks that is all. Her body is already shaking from the intensity, thighs trembling, breath coming in short, broken gasps. She can hardly see the ceiling at this point.

But Adrian is not finished.

He waits only until the knot softens enough to pull free, then lifts her like she weighs nothing and carries her to the desk by the window. He sets her down on the edge, spreads one of her legs high against his chest so she is completely open, and slams back into her in one hard thrust.

Nyra cries out again, head falling back, one hand braced on the desk for support. He fucks her deep and steady this time, the new angle hitting places that make her brain ooze out of her ears and her toes curl. Every stroke drags against his swollen knot, still half-formed, sending sparks of overstimulation through her.

"You drive me so fucking crazy," he groans loudly, voice rough and strained. "Aiden is fighting me for control right now. He wants to, ah...he wants you so bad too."

"Ah!" Nyra moans, feeling her walls stretch endlessly. "Adrian, Aiden, you’re so fucking deep!"

At the mention of his name, a growl escapes his lips, so deep and deadly that she shivers hard. She knows that voice. There is no doubting it. Aiden is right at the surface, sharing the body, sharing the pleasure, the possessiveness rolling off him in heavy waves of pheromones.

They pick up the pace again, hips snapping harder, the desk shaking under them. The second knot forms even bigger than the first, locking them together for the second time, making tears stream down her cheeks.

The intensity pushes Nyra straight over the edge. She cums hard against his knot, walls clamping down on the swollen edge while her whole body seizes and shakes. The squeeze pushes him over the edge too, and he follows with a loud groan, flooding her a second time until she is overflowing.

They stay locked for long minutes, both of them shaking, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. Cum leaks around the base of his knot and drips onto the desk, filthy but in a way that drives him crazy.

When the swelling finally eases, he pulls back slightly, watching the mess he has made of her. Her body still trembles with aftershocks, thighs weak, chest rising and falling rapidly. She can barely open her eyes, completely collapsed on the table.

Without a word, he gathers her into his arms and carries her to the bathroom. He runs the tub warm, then steps in with her and settles her carefully between his legs. Nyra whimpers at the sensitive ache between her thighs, but she lets him clean her up.

His hands are gentler now, washing away the evidence of how thoroughly he has claimed her, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder and the side of her neck while the water laps around them.

After that, he goes to clean up the room, changing the sheets, cleaning the desk, and increasing the AC so she’s comfortable.

Then he picks her up, dressing her in a cute set of pajamas she owns. It’s a two-piece set that had made his mouth run dry when he first saw them on her.

Then he tucks her in, presses a kiss to her hair, watching her chest rise and fall as sleep finally claims her.

When he’s done, he goes into the kitchen to prepare dinner when a knock comes from the door.

Adrian frowns at the intrusion--his friends always know to call before they come here--but he goes to open it anyways.

The frown on his face deepens into a scowl when he sees Dorian standing there. His chest is rising and falling like he ran all the way here, and there are bruises on his neck and chin.

He forces his face back up, meeting his cousin’s brown irises.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

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