Forbidden by Liliana Carlisle
CHAPTER 30
AMELIA
It hurts so badly I might die.
I burn, my body soaked in sweat, the desperate need for something taking over as I thrash.
I fall to the floor, barely supporting myself on my hands and knees as my womb contracts.
Outside, there’s a symphony of screams and gunshots, but they’re second to the pressing need.
Jakob.
His face flashes in my mind, and it only sends off more sensations of arousal.
I’m on the floor, my hand between my legs, sobbing.
I miss him.
I’m never going to see him again.
I rub my clit haphazardly, hoping for some sort of release as my cunt throbs.
I climb higher, burning Jakob’s face into my mind, allowing myself to give in to the fantasy.
On the floor. As bullets fly by outside.
Some hit the wall near me, but I don’t care.
Jakob. Jakob.
His mouth between my legs, licking and suckling my clit until I come apart on his face.
His cock inflating inside, his eyes burning into mine as I spasm on him.
His crooked smile.
The door bursts open, and I whimper when I see the Alpha enter the room.
His shirt is soaked, and I have a horrible feeling it’s from blood.
I roll onto my stomach, desperate to crawl away from him, but he pulls me into his lap. I face him, my thighs straddling his waist, but refuse to meet his eyes.
“Amelia,” he says, his voice low.
“No,” I murmur, embarrassed as slick drips down my thighs. “You don’t get my name. You don’t get to call me that.”
I try to wriggle away, desperate to not give in to his scent.
“It’s me. Jakob,” he insists, but I close my eyes, refusing to believe him.
“Shut up!” I sob harder, but grind myself against his erection, still desperate for friction.
He groans, and I squint my eyes shut, refusing to accept what I’m doing.
I’m tired. Desperate. Miserable.
His massive hands hold on to my waist as I bounce up and down on his lap, tears of shame dripping down my cheeks.
He bought me.
I’m his.
And I’m grinding shamelessly on his lap, begging for release.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers in my ear. Suddenly, there’s a sharp sensation on the junction of my neck and shoulder.
I realize what he’s doing, and I scream.
“No! NO!”
But his teeth descend on my gland, and I cry out as the stranger marks me as his.