The Alpha's Exiled Mate Chapter 119

Freya's POV

In that moment, with my wrists pinned and his body pressed against mine, a treacherous thought flashed through my mind: "Giving my first time to Thorne wouldn't be so bad". My wolf agreed enthusiastically, practically purring at the idea of submitting to this Alpha.

I felt him tear at my clothes, the fabric giving way easily under his Alpha strength. Cool air hit my exposed skin, followed by the heat of his hands and mouth. When he uncovered my breasts, his eyes darkened with hunger, and I couldn't help the flush that spread across my skin under his intense gaze.

"You ruined everything," he growled again, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

I gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch despite my better judgment. "I didn't," I protested weakly, the denial automatic after three years of maintaining my innocence.

His mouth replaced his hand, hot and wet around my nipple, and coherent thought fled my mind. I moaned, my body responding to him with an intensity that frightened and thrilled me in equal measure. The silver crescent on my neck tingled and warmed, a physical manifestation of my Riley bloodline responding to an Alpha's touch.

Thorne continued his assault on my senses, his hands and mouth seeming to be everywhere at once. He worked his way down my body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When his fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down my legs, I should have protested, should have stopped him—but I didn't. Couldn't. My wolf was in control now, eager and willing.

His fingers found me wet and ready, and a satisfied growl rumbled from his chest. "Stop this act. Everyone knows you're guilty." he continued his earlier accusation. His fingers slid against my most sensitive flesh, drawing a gasp from my lips. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Nothing," I panted, hips moving against his hand of their own accord. "I have—ah!—have nothing to say."

His fingers circled my entrance, teasing but not entering. "Nothing?" His voice dripped with skepticism. "You have to admit, you can't stay away from me."

Before I could form a response, he slid a finger inside me, and my back arched off the bed. The sensation was foreign but intensely pleasurable, especially when he added a second finger, stretching me in preparation.

I shook my head, denying his words even as my body clenched around his fingers. He curled them just so, hitting a spot inside me that made me cry out, stars bursting behind my eyelids.

"No?" His thumb found my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Your body says otherwise, Riley."

The tension built rapidly, a coiling pressure in my lower abdomen that threatened to overwhelm me. I'd never felt anything like this before—even my own tentative explorations hadn't prepared me for the skill of an experienced Alpha.

When the orgasm hit, it took me by surprise, washing over me in powerful waves that left me trembling and gasping his name. The ancestral mark on my neck glowed with a faint silver light, responding to the intensity of the experience.

Thorne watched me come undone with an expression of fierce satisfaction. "I thought you'd enjoy that," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers. Then, without warning, he positioned himself between my legs and thrust into me in one smooth motion.

The pain of my first time mingled with the residual pleasure of my orgasm, creating a complex sensation that made me whimper. Thorne stilled, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what had just happened.

"You're a virgin?" he asked, surprise evident in his voice.

I turned my face away, embarrassed by his discovery. "Was," I corrected, my voice small.

Something flickered in his expression—regret, perhaps, or confusion—but it was quickly replaced by determination. He began to move, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.

"You shouldn't have waited," he growled, his rhythm steady but controlled. "You could have had anyone."

The idea was laughable. Who would want a disgraced Riley, marked with the moon-silver of exile? But I couldn't form the words to tell him this, not when each thrust was sending new sparks of pleasure through my body, erasing the initial discomfort.

"It seems you're enjoying this quite a bit for someone who claims to hate me," Thorne observed, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.

I wanted to deny it, to maintain some small shred of dignity, but my body betrayed me. My hips rose to meet his thrusts, seeking more friction, more contact, more of HIM.

My wolf reveled in the submission, in finally being claimed by the Alpha she had always wanted. My Riley birthmark glowed brighter, responding to the ancient call of a powerful Alpha's claim.

Thorne's pace increased, his control slipping as his own pleasure built. His hands gripped my hips with bruising force, holding me in place for his increasingly powerful thrusts. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by our shared breaths and occasional moans.

I felt the tension building again, stronger this time, a gathering storm that promised to sweep me away completely. Thorne must have sensed it, because one hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.

"Come for me again, Riley," he commanded, his voice pure Alpha.

And just like that, I did, my body obeying him without question. The orgasm tore through me with unexpected force, my inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core. I cried out his name, all pretense of resistance abandoned in the face of such overwhelming sensation.

Thorne followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep inside me, his release hot and pulsing. At the height of his climax, his teeth grazed my neck, right over the moon-shaped emblem of my lineage, as if he meant to mark me as his mate. But at the last second, he pressed a kiss there instead, the gesture oddly tender compared to the roughness of our coupling.

As we lay there afterward, both breathing heavily, reality began to seep back into my consciousness. I'd just had sex with Thorne Grey—the Alpha who had exiled me, who was engaged to another woman, who had made my life a living hell. And worse, I'd enjoyed it. My body still hummed with satisfaction, my wolf contentedly curled up inside me, pleased to have been claimed by such a powerful Alpha.

But even as I recognized the betrayal of my own principles, I couldn't deny a deeper truth: despite his cruelty, despite his engagement to Kaelin, despite everything that had happened between us, my body still responded to him as if it had been made for him alone.

And perhaps, in the most primal way, it had been.

"You should rest," Thorne said eventually, his voice surprisingly gentle as he disentangled himself from me. He pulled a blanket over my naked form, his hand lingering on my shoulder for a moment longer than necessary.

I gathered my courage, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be. "What about your promise? Can I leave the Grey Estate now?" I asked, clutching the blanket to my chest as I watched his expression.

Thorne turned, his eyes studying me with a mixture of amusement and something unreadable. "You're that eager to get away from me?" A small smirk played at the corner of his lips. "Yes, I promised to let you leave, but there's no rush. It doesn't have to be this very moment, does it?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but he was already moving toward the door, his powerful frame silhouetted against the hall light.

"Rest now," he said firmly, the Alpha command subtle but present in his tone. "We'll discuss the details later."

As the door closed behind him, I sank back into the pillows, a mixture of frustration and cautious hope washing over me. At least he agreed to let me go, I thought. That's a good first step. Don't push too hard, Freya. Take it slow.