Chapter 346

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George towered above Marcy, and she could feel his heat splashing on her body.

Marcy’s system was getting overloaded with George’s sweet scent of clover and her wolf urged her to close that minuscule distance between them.

Marcy cursed herself internally. Why did she want to wrap her arms around George? She was here for Alpha Damon!

Marcy’s thoughts were obvious as her face got flushed and George could smell her arousal. But why was she glued with her back to the wall? Her hands were balled into fists. Did Marcy think that she can resist this pull between them that was still there despite Marcy damaging it with her rejection?

George was determined to break her will and to show her that she belongs to him.

His free hand snaked to reach low on Marcy’s back and her heart skipped a beat when he undid the button at the back of her skirt. In the next moment, the zipper came open, and her skirt slid down her legs and fell on the floor.

Marcy’s wolf howled in pleasure when George’s hand moved under her shirt and pushed her bra up so that he can palm her breast.

Marcy moaned when he twisted her nipple.

“Who do you belong to, Marcy?”, George asked in a dangerously low voice.

“I… I…”, she struggled to speak. She knew that this was not right and she should push him away, but her wolf said otherwise, and Marcy released a shaky breath while acknowledging fervent pulses of need that were converging at her core.

“Say it!”, George growled.

Marcy felt his hand moving away and she stuck her chest out to fill his palm again with her tender flesh.

“Yours. Yours!”, Marcy said with haste. She would say anything, just to make him do what he was doing, and she wanted more.

He sneered and Marcy took that as approval.

Her hands moved reluctantly to the buttons of his pants, and when he didn’t stop her, she undid the buttons quickly.

“On your knees, Marcy.”, George ordered, and she obeyed.

He pressed his palms on the wall behind Marcy to steady himself as she took him into her mouth. She knew what she was doing.

George loved and hated every moment of Marcy sucking him off and he despised himself for being weak.

‘Just once. Just this once…’, he told himself and he fisted a handful of Marcy’s hair while thrusting into her mouth, allowing himself to get lost in the heat and softness that came with the sparks of confirmation she was made for him.

A deep growl ripped from George’s chest as he shot his hot seed at the back of her mouth, and he yanked her head away when she licked him clean.

“What are you doing?”, Marcy blurted out when she realized that he was buttoning up his pants.

George paused. “Did you say something?”

She got up and wiped the saliva from her chin with the back of her palm.

“Are you leaving?”

George’s lips lifted into a smirk. “Don’t you want me to leave?”

‘What kind of a question was that?’, Marcy thought while frowning. They both knew what she wanted, but George wanted her to say it.

“Don’t leave. Not before…” She swallowed hard. “You fuck me.”

George’s eyes flashed in surprise. He really didn’t think she will say it outright. “Is that what you want, Marcy?”

“Yes.”

He inched closer and his breath splashed on her face. “Tell me what you want. In details, Marcy.”

She blinked rapidly. “I want your cock in my pussy.” Seeing that he didn’t move a muscle, Marcy exhaled in frustration. “Didn’t I give you a blowjob just now? You could at least… AH!” She shrieked when he grabbed her neck and pushed her toward the bed.

Marcy fell on the mattress, face down, and she jolted when she felt George pushing her panties to the side.

She stuck her ass up in the air and fisted the cover while waiting to see what he will do.

There was the pressure and stretch and then George gripped Marcy’s hips and started pounding himself into her, pushing her closer to rapture with his every thrust, and she muffled her cries into the pillow.

George was lost in the sensation of Marcy’s tender flesh gripping his cock flawlessly and he was glad that he took her from the back because she didn’t get to see his blissful expression.

Her hips were rocking to meet his, making his brutal assault even more violent.

“Fuck!”, he cursed.

She loved it rough, and George didn’t hold back.

With a muffled groan, George released his load deep inside Marcy and her body twitched in the orgasm that wrecked her insides.

He pulled out and when he released her hips, Marcy plopped sideways on the bed while gasping for air.

She watched him as he buttoned up his pants, and he left her room without a word. Again.

Marcy didn’t know how to process what happened. Her insides throbbed as she was coming down from her high, and her wolf urged her to go after George and ask for more, but Marcy laid on the bed and stared blankly at the closed door.

After an unknown measure of time, Marcy released a shaky breath. She was about to meet Alpha Damon and she needed to tidy up before that.

What happened with George was a confirmation that she needed to convince him to accept her rejection because this… it can’t happen again. No matter how good it felt.

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George slammed the door of his room behind him, and he jabbed his hand into his hair.

What the fuck was that?

His mind was a mess and he wanted to shift into his wolf form and go for a run, but he feared that his wolf will just run to Marcy. Stupid animal!

Did his wolf really expect that George will forget who he is, and what Marcy did, because sex is good?

George took a mental note not to allow his wolf to resurface again. This was dangerous. Luckily, no one saw or heard them, but next time they won’t be so lucky.

What next time?

The smartest thing would be to accept Marcy’s rejection. But he won’t do it before he gains something out of it. Surely, he didn’t suffer last few weeks for naught.

Marcy might say that she wants to be with Alpha Damon, but her body was saying otherwise.

Can he take advantage of that?

He felt like slapping himself. Why was he thinking about sex with Marcy again?

George went to his suitcase and got a change of clothes. He needed to shower before Alpha Damon summons him into the study, and George didn’t want Marcy’s scent on him when he goes there. Surely, as an Alpha, Damon will be able to pick up that detail, and then everything will be ruined.

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