He’s My Alpha by Cassandra M (Jake & Clair)
Chapter 61
Clair
“Do you like him?” He asked. His voice came out cold, his face still resting on my neck. His breath ran on my skin, giving me goosebumps.
I rolled my eyes at his question because I knew the answer. Instead, I threw back a question at him. “Was the flower for me?”
He just nodded and inhaled deeply before I felt his body start to shake. He was trying to control it.
I pulled away from his hold, eyes widening. “Jake? What’s going on?”
He stood up from his position abruptly, making me stumble and almost drop my a*s*s on the floor.
“What the hell?” I shouted at him, throwing him a glare as I gathered myself to stand up.
He continued to shake, and sweat started to trickle down from his forehead, his arms, and his torso.
“I’m asking you, why can’t you answer?” His voice was raised. “Did you let him f*uc*k you? Is that why you went to the city alone last week, to meet up with him?” he asked accusingly as he stepped forward, creating no space between us.
His hands on his sides coiled into tight fists. His eyes were dilating into obsidian black as he glared at me, gritting his teeth.
I took a step back on the other side of the sofa, swallowing hard as fear coursed through me. I had never seen him so angry before. My eyes darted to his coiled fists as the first drop of blood trickled to the floor. His claws were starting to come out.
A growl reverberated from his chest as he made another forward move toward me, lowering his face closer to mine.
“Is that how you do it, keeping your options open? Are you opening your legs to anyone to make them stay until you can decide?”
I kept staring at him, dumbfounded at his words. “Again! Did Aeon f*uc*k you?” He roared. I couldn’t recognize his voice anymore, it was laced with accusations and hatred.
He was judging me based on that card. F*uc*k him! F*uc*k Aeon!
I felt my anger boil at him for even considering what he had said. Rain was also fuming mad! She didn’t like his a*s*sumptions.
I reached forward, raised my hand, and slapped him. “F*uc*kyou!”
He didn’t budge, his eyes still glaring back with anger.
My eyes started to water as I lifted my hand again to throw another slap, but he grabbed it and slammed my body against the wall behind me.
I winced in pain while he gripped both my wrists and pinned them above my head while he hovered over me, his body pressed against mine.
Blood from his palms started to trail down my arms. His own scent and the smell of his blood were swirling around me. The combination was so intoxicating and addicting that it made it harder for me to break free from his hold.
“Let me go!!!” I screamed at him, struggling to loosen his hold on my wrists.
“Tell me, who can f*uc*k better?” A loud growl erupted again from his parted lips, making my eyes go wide in fear.
“Can he make you moan as I do?” His face seemed more animal than human. I felt Echo moving forward.
Still clutching my wrists into a tight grip, he lowered his head, teeth biting into the skin of my neck before he bit a piece of my shirt and ripped it apart, exposing my b*reas*ts.
His eyes glistened with lust as he ducked lower to capture one nipple in his mouth. He was sucking and nibbling it painfully and hungrily.
“Aaaahh… you’re hurting me…” I moaned with a needy voice, but I wasn’t sure if it was for the pain or for the pleasure and tingles his touch was doing to my whole body.
“Don’t you like this anymore? Why? Can he suck your t*its better?” He was growling, biting, and pulling my nipple in between sucking and biting my b*reas*t.
I needed to stop him before he fully lost control and hurt me.
I positioned my legs, raised my knee, and moved it up, hitting him hard in the groin. I had no idea if I hurt him or not, but he loosened his grip on my wrist. I was able to struggle away from him, but before I could run away, he grabbed my waist and spun me around.
Our naked chests collided while he wrapped his arms around me, pressing more of his body into mine.
“Just one more time! Let me prove I can do better!” His voice was cold and possessive, not of the Jake I knew. His anger was turning him into something else.
He crushed his lips into mine, kissing me bruisingly hard, and soon I tasted blood. But it didn’t stop
him. He was getting more aggressive as his hands roughly gripped every part of me.
I wanted to surrender and just give him what he wanted, but the memory of him accusing me of sleeping with someone kept coming back.
I kept my mouth closed, waiting for the right moment to bite his lips hard so I could push him away, but I didn’t have the chance.
He felt my resistance.
He pulled his face away from me, his hands still holding my waist. His expression mellowed, turning into desperation.
My gaze drifted to his eyes. They were back to a deep dark blue and full of pain.
“Please kiss me, Clair. Kiss me!” His voice was low, pleading, and urgent. “Just one kiss. Then I’ll go.”
His jealousy and possessiveness were breaking him and turning him into a monster, and I had no idea how to get him out of it. I took a deep breath before I swung my hand to his cheek, slapping him hard with all the strength I could muster. His head turned to the side, and he kept it that way, closing his eyes.
I guessed I had slapped him hard enough for him to feel it. And I just broke him more.
But f*uc*k this!
I grabbed his face with both my hands and turned it back to face me before crushing my lips into his, kissing him intensely and passionately. It took a moment before he kissed me back and gripped me tighter, lifting me up roughly from the floor with one hand on my a*s*s.
My legs automatically swung, wrapping around his hips as our lips continued to devour each other. With soft moans, I wrapped my arms around his neck and parted my lips, letting his tongue slip into my mouth, tasting and exploring me.
Goddess! Why couldn’t I stop this addiction?
I felt his d*ic*k stiffen inside his shorts just below my a*s*s, but before I had the chance to think more, he suddenly pulled away from our kiss.
It left me bewildered as I looked at him, my brows furrowing. He stared back at me for a moment with pained eyes before he set me back on my feet.
And then he turned around and left.
Just like that.
Not a word was spoken. He just left and closed the door – leaving me and my heart more shattered than it already was.