Forbidden by Liliana Carlisle
CHAPTER 14
AMELIA
I’ve never made out with someone on a kitchen floor.
But with Jakob, it’s like we’ve done this a thousand times.
I can’t stop touching him, groping his muscled arms and running my hands down his chest.
He’ll never pity me.
He wants me, even after knowing about my illness.
And fucking Hell, I want him, too.
But there’s the voice in the back of my mind that says that eventually his Omega will present, and this isn’t permanent.
He can’t mate me.
As if reading my mind, he stops us mid kiss, his plump lips swollen. His blonde hair is a mess, and his breathing is ragged, his massive chest rising and falling.
“I’m choosing you,” he insists, his forehead meeting me. “Damn it all, I’m choosing you. You fucking call to me. You’ve haunted my dreams, Princess. I want to know every fucking little thing about you. I want to devour who you are.” He whispers the words against my lips, and I shiver in his hold. “I don’t care if you’re a Beta. I don’t care. You’re Amelia, and that’s exactly who I want. And I will never stop wanting you.”
His confession steals my breath. The intensity should frighten me.
This is insanity. This is madness. It goes against nature. Against biology.
Alphas and Betas don’t belong together.
But I’m kissing him again before I realize it, desperate for his mouth. I climb into his lap, grinding against him, wrapping my legs around him as he pulls my ass down to meet his clothed cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my ear. “You’re fucking soaked through, Princess. My God.”
I’m flushed everywhere, my sanity disappearing as I give in to my lust-soaked haze. My body quivers, my pussy oversensitive, desperate to be touched.
He yanks my shirt down, exposing my bra, sucking the skin above my breast hard. I whine in his arms, and he groans as I find a rhythm against him I enjoy, the hem of my jeans pressing against my clit.
He attacks me like a man starved.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” he groans against my neck. “Had to keep you safe…”
That jolts me back to reality.
I push off him shakily, trying to regain control. “What do you mean, keep me safe?”
My mouth is still inches from his, but I demand an answer, freezing in place.
Instead of the anger or defense I was expecting, he flashes me his brilliant white teeth. “How do you think I found you last night?”
The wheels churn in my head, until…
“You…you were following me?” I gasp, and he raises an eyebrow, as if challenging me to argue.
“Yes, Princess,” he says, no trace of shame in his expression. “I was content to do it from afar. But then, someone tried to take what’s mine.” He growls, and I stay frozen in his arms.
My breathing is heavy as I take in what he says.
Rational Amelia knows this isn’t normal.
He’s dangerous. Lethal.
And possessive as all Hell.
I barely know him.
But the other part, a secret, small part of me…
Alpha wants to take care of us.
Alpha is protecting us.
Where did that voice come from? It’s foreign, something ancient in me that feels completely right.
“You feel it, too,” he whispers, confirming his suspicions with a rock of his hips against me. I gasp, grasping his shoulders as his hands come down to my hips.
“I bet I could make you come like this,” he murmurs, watching as my body quakes in his lap.
I whimper against him, trying to form a coherent thought, trying to remind myself that this is dangerous.
This shouldn’t be happening.
“Here’s the thing, Princess,” he grunts, maintaining his self-control as he grinds me harder down against his cock. “I’m not leaving you, whether you like it or not. So, it’s better to just give in now.”
I shake my head, shaking under the pleasure of my cunt rubbing against his erection.
“You’ve completely unraveled me,” he hisses, as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“One way or another, Amelia, I’m making you mine.”
He holds me against him as I rock in his lap, crying out my orgasm as he works my body.
“Good girl,” he breathes. “Such a good girl for me.”
I whimper. I want to be his good girl.
I want to be his everything.
“You already are,” he murmurs, and I realize I’ve spoken out loud. One hand grips my ass, massaging my globes as I spasm on him.
I scream, soaking myself through my jeans, my pussy spasming on nothing.
He’s barely touched me, and it’s the best orgasm of my life.
On his kitchen floor.
He pulls me up into his arms before I can protest, carrying me to his bedroom. I’m placed back on the mattress, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
There’s a feral look in his eyes as he regards me.
He’s sizing up his prey.
This is the face of a killer. This is the face of a deadly beast, stronger and more dangerous than any man I’ve known.
And I fucking love it.
“You have two choices,” he says slowly, standing over my panting form. “I take you home now, and we continue this at a later time.”
I’m breathless. “Or?” I gasp out, already knowing the answer.
Already dreading it. Already wanting it.
“I devour you.”
He gives me an evil smirk, and I’m done for.
“I like the second option.” I say.
His smirk turns into a devious grin.