The Alpha's Exiled Mate Chapter 231

Freya’s POV

For a split second, Thorne froze, his body going rigid with shock. Then, with a low growl that seemed to come from deep in his chest, his hands came up to frame my face, pulling me closer as he returned the kiss with a ferocity that matched my own.

My wolf howled in triumph, a sound that echoed only in my mind but felt so real I was surprised it didn't fill the car. The kiss deepened, three years of denial and longing and anger pouring into it. I dimly registered Mark clearing his throat and heard the privacy partition slide up, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

Thorne's hands moved from my face to my waist, drawing me even closer. I could feel his heart pounding, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. When we finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, his eyes had changed completely – the controlled, calculating Alpha was gone, replaced by something wild and hungry.

The car was moving now, though I hadn't noticed when Mark had started driving. The city lights blurred past the windows as Thorne pulled me onto his lap, his mouth finding mine again. The temperature in the backseat seemed to rise with each passing moment, our combined scents creating an intoxicating cloud that made rational thought impossible.

My neck tingled where the crescent birthmark lay, a warm glow emanating from it as Thorne's fingers traced over it. The sensation was almost electric, making me gasp against his mouth.

"Your scent has been driving me crazy," Thorne murmured against my ear, his voice rough. "Even across the entire city, I could feel you calling to me..."

I wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but my body betrayed me, arching closer to his touch. My wolf, usually so cautious around other wolves, especially Alphas, had completely surrendered, recognizing something in Thorne that went beyond pack hierarchy or social status.

I barely registered when the car stopped, or when Thorne lifted me out of the backseat. The night air was cool against my heated skin, but I was soon inside again, in what appeared to be the lobby of a luxury hotel. Through a haze of desire, I noticed Mark efficiently handling check-in details, retrieving a key card, and directing hotel staff to bring up my bags.

Thorne carried me to the elevator, his arms secure around me, his face buried in my neck, breathing in my scent as if it were oxygen. The elevator ride was a blur of sensations – his hands in my hair, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, our scents mingling in the confined space.

When we reached the presidential suite, Thorne set me down just inside the door, pressing me against the wall. His kiss was demanding, possessive, making my knees weak. My hands found their way under his suit jacket, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. Every touch felt electric, sending shivers through my entire body.

"I've tried to forget you," he murmured against my throat, his voice a low rumble. "Tried to convince myself that what I felt was just... Alpha instinct, territorial possessiveness. Nothing more."

"And?" I managed to ask, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.

"And I've been lying to myself," he admitted, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. The raw honesty in his gaze made my breath catch. "From the moment I exiled you, I've regretted it. Not because it was the wrong decision legally, but because sending you away felt like cutting off a part of myself."

His words should have angered me, reminded me of the pain and suffering I'd endured because of his decision. Instead, they unlocked something inside me, a truth I'd been denying for three long years.

"I've hated you," I whispered, my hands coming up to frame his face. "Hated you for what you did to me, for how you made me feel... and hated myself even more for still wanting you despite everything."

Thorne's eyes darkened at my confession. With gentle insistence, he guided me further into the suite, toward the bedroom. Moonlight spilled through the large windows, casting everything in a silvery glow. It caught on Thorne's features, highlighting the predatory intensity in his gaze.

"We can hate each other tomorrow," he said, his voice low and intense. "Tonight, I just need you. All of you."

Thorne guided me toward the massive bed dominating the center of the bedroom. The moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating our bodies as we moved together. His hands found the hem of my blouse, lifting it over my head with deliberate slowness. I raised my arms to help him, my breath catching as the cool air hit my skin.

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered," Thorne murmured, his eyes taking in every inch of exposed skin.

I reached for his shirt buttons, my fingers trembling slightly as I undid them one by one. "I dreamed about this," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Even when I hated you the most."

His shirt fell to the floor, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. The Alpha before me was all power and strength, his body honed to perfection. I placed my palm against his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my touch.

"So did I," he confessed, his hands moving to the clasp of my bra. "Every night in the Forgotten Wilds, I imagined what it would be like to touch you."

When the last of our clothing fell away, we stood naked before each other, our bodies silver-gilded in the moonlight. Thorne's erection stood proud and hard between his legs, the sight of it sending a pulse of heat through my core. My nipples hardened in response, and I saw his nostrils flare as he caught the scent of my arousal.

"I want to taste every part of you," he said, his voice rough with desire.

He lowered me onto the bed, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss before trailing down my neck. He lingered at my crescent birthmark, his tongue tracing its outline, making me arch and gasp. The sensation was electric, more intense than anything I'd ever felt before.

His journey continued downward, his lips closing around my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him closer as waves of pleasure washed through me. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers parting my folds, finding me wet and ready for him.

"Thorne," I gasped as his fingers circled my clit with practiced precision.

"I love how wet you get for me," he growled, sliding one finger inside me, then another. "So tight, so perfect."

My hips rose to meet his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. When his mouth replaced his fingers, I cried out, my back arching off the bed. His tongue worked against my clit while his fingers curled inside me, finding the spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"I'm going to—" My words dissolved into a moan as my orgasm crashed through me, my inner walls clenching around his fingers.

Before I could recover, Thorne moved up my body, positioning himself between my thighs. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and insistent.

"Look at me," he commanded, and I opened my eyes to find his golden wolf gaze fixed on mine. "I want to watch you take all of me."