Betrayed by Blood, Claimed by the Alpha-Chapter 130

Betrayed by Blood

He slammed his lips against hers.

A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he gripped her, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer—so close there was no space left between them. Her scent flooded his senses, drowning him, consuming him. She smelled different. Wilder. Purer.

And it was driving him insane.

Avery whimpered into the kiss, her body instantly going pliant against him, as if she instinctively knew she belonged to him. The soft, desperate sound sent a bolt of need straight through his core. His cock was already painfully hard. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her the way he was about to claim every inch of her body.

His hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass roughly before lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and Cain let out a deep growl of satisfaction.

"Mine," he snarled against her lips. "You’re mine."

His rut was taking over—an overwhelming, primal need to mate, to breed, to mark. Rational thought was slipping from his grasp. There was only her. Only the maddening scent of her arousal, the way her body melted against his.

Avery gasped, her body arching instinctively as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, taking—no, claiming her in every way. He was so hot against her, the heat radiating from him searing into her skin like fire. His grip tightened, fingers digging into her flesh as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against her so there wasn’t an inch of space between them.

He walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. But he didn’t stop. A growl rumbled from his chest, sending a shiver straight through her. He wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t. His rut had fully taken over, reducing him to pure instinct, and all of it was focused on her.

"You’re mine," Cain growled against her lips, his voice thick, almost slurred with need. "Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to breed."

Avery whimpered at his words, her entire body trembling.

Cain didn’t give her time to think, didn’t give her time to catch her breath. His hands were already on her clothes, tearing them away in a frenzy. Fabric ripped like paper under his strength, and Avery gasped as cool air hit her bare skin.

"Cain—"

A sharp slap to her thigh cut her off.

"No talking," he growled, his voice dark and commanding. "Just feel."

His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin before he bit down, hard enough to make her cry out. He licked over the mark, soothing the sting before moving lower, his mouth closing over her nipple, sucking hard.

Cain’s hand slid between her thighs, his fingers brushing over her slick folds. He groaned.

"Fuck, you’re already so wet for me," he muttered, his fingers teasing her, spreading her slick. "You need me just as much as I need you, don’t you?"

Avery nodded frantically, her breath hitching.

"Say it," Cain demanded, his fingers circling her clit in slow, torturous strokes.

"I—I need you," she gasped. "Please, Cain."

He growled against her skin, his breathing ragged. "Say it again."

She swallowed, barely able to think through the haze of lust clouding her mind. "Cain..."

He nipped at her skin, making her gasp. "Say my title."

Avery’s breath hitched, her entire body trembling as she felt him press against her core, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made her toes curl.

"Alpha," she breathed.

Cain’s cock throbbed at the way she said it, at the way she submitted so easily. His fingers tightened on her thighs as he spread them wider, dragging his cock along her soaked folds, teasing her, coating himself in her slick.

"You’re dripping for me," he muttered darkly, dragging the head of his cock against her entrance but not pushing in. "Such a needy little thing. Tell me how bad you want it."

Avery moaned, writhing beneath him, trying to press her hips closer. "I— I need you, Alpha. Please."

Cain growled low in his throat, pressing forward just enough for the head of his cock to stretch her open before pulling back, denying her. Avery whined, frustration evident in every inch of her trembling body.

"Look at you," he murmured, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, wild. Unhinged. "So fucking desperate. You want your Alpha to fuck you full, don’t you?"

Avery nodded rapidly, tears leaking from her eyes from the overwhelming need pulsing through her body. She was delirious with need. "Yes, Alpha. I need you so bad."

Cain exhaled sharply through his nose, his restraint snapping. "You’re gonna take every inch," he rasped, positioning himself. "And you’re not stopping until I’m satisfied."

With that, he thrust into her in one brutal motion, stretching her wide, forcing her to take all of him. Avery’s head snapped back, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. He was too big, too much, but it felt so good.

Cain didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into her again, "Fuck," he gritted out, gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises. "So tight. You were made for me."

Avery gasped, her nails clawing at his back. The pleasure was intoxicating, unbearable in the best way. Every thrust sent electric shocks through her body.

Cain leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Gonna breed you, Avery. Gonna fill you up, fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days."

Avery’s body clenched around him, her orgasm rushing over her so violently she screamed.

Cain groaned, feeling her tighten around him like a vice. "That’s right," he gritted out, his thrusts growing wilder, rougher. He wrapped his hand around her neck, his fingers tightening just slightly. "Cum for me, Avery."

Avery let out a broken moan, her body trembling violently beneath him. "Cain-" She choked out, her vision blurring as her walls clenched desperately around his cock, milking him.

Cain groaned, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to keep her right where he wanted her. He watched, mesmerized, as her body arched, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. Fuck, she was perfect like this—ruined, desperate, completely at his mercy.

"Good girl," he growled, his voice thick, rough. His thrusts turned brutal, deep, his pace unrelenting as he chased his own release.

Avery could barely keep up, overstimulated, her body twitching as Cain refused to let up. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, her nails clawing helplessly at his back. "Too much," she whimpered

Cain only smirked darkly. "Too much?" he repeated, his hand sliding down from her throat to grip her hip, forcing her to take every inch of him. "No, baby. I told you—you’ll take everything I give you."

A broken sob escaped her lips, but her body betrayed her, her hips lifting to meet his every punishing thrust.

"That’s it," he gritted out, his voice dangerously low. "You take me so well."

His fingers found her clit again, rubbing harsh, tight circles, forcing her already spent body toward another peak. Avery cried out, her thighs trembling as another orgasm rushed through her, leaving her weak, shaking, utterly wrecked.

Cain felt her clamp down on him again, and that was it. He growled as his releases slammed into him. His hips grinding against her as he spilled deep inside her, filling her so full that she could feel the warmth spreading inside her.

Avery whimpered, her body spent, trembling from exhaustion. She tried to speak, but only a soft, exhausted murmur escaped her lips.

Cain stared at her, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. "Sleep now," he murmured.

Avery barely heard him before sleep took her completely, her body going slack against his.

Cain remained still for a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way she curled so naturally into him. His rut was far from over, but for now, she needed rest.

Because they weren’t done.

Not even close.

This was only the beginning.