Rejected, And Became A Heiress (Cara)
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Chapter 0124

Chapter 0124

Cara's POV

Barely a second into the kiss, Alaric's tongue darts sneakily into my mouth, and I involuntarily

let out a moan.

His tongue moves with mine, kissing ine intensely yet joyfully. I can feel him gently biting my lips, just like he used to do when we were fated mates.

You can't describe that feeling. Under the influence of alcohol, my mind is almost a mess. Reason tells me I should push this man away, but my body tells me to enjoy it-

It's been so long since I felt this kind of passion... this kind of irresistible desire...

I can't help myself, I kiss him back. The scent of him, the taste of the wine still on my own lips, it's all heady and a little too much.

My fingers have a mind of their own, reaching up to scratch through the shadow of beard hairs growing from his hard jawline. The sensation tickles my skin, and I repeat the movement over and over again, driving us both crazy. A soft groan from Alaric's throat tells me he's enjoying the feeling just as much as I am.

It's like we've both been caught as the victims of the same spell, this unnamed thing between us. It's the reason I've never been successful at keeping him out of my head for too long....

But I'm not thinking that now. No, right now, there are no words. No thoughts. Only the feeling of Alaric's lips on mine, his tongue moving against mine.

I'm breathless. I'm so caught up in the moment, in the passion of our embrace, I can barely remember my own name, let alone remember to breathe.

Finally, mercifully, after what feels like a ridiculously long time, we break the kiss, coming up for air.

I suck in the biggest breath I can manage, my chest heaving to fill my lungs with precious oxygen. And I'm not the only one. Alaric's large and powerful chest is moving up and down swiftly, a sign that he's feeling the exact same thing I am. His arms are still around me, trapping me in his tight embrace. My skin feels hot, like the heat is radiating off of him and into me, like a comfortable furnace in a midwinter snowstorm. Like a saving grace.

I run my fingertips along his forearms, gently scraping his skin with my nails. Alaric shudders, his shoulders shaking, like the feeling is too good for his body to handle.

I don't know what to say anymore, I just look up at him through my eyelashes.

But this look seems to be poison to him. His breath is heavy and quick, and the way he looks at me is as if he wants to devour me.

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He pounces. His lips are back on my own at once, before any further thoughts can be had. I welcome the contact, licking and nipping and tasting every bit of his lips that I can reach.

It's like the wine has unlocked my body from some cage I hadn't realized I'd been keeping it in. Like I finally have my own permission to stop thinking so much and just let myself feel. Feel how good this is.

It's easily the best kiss of my entire life. Right here, in my cottage living room, with Alaric soaking my carpet with his rain-drenched clothing.

But my mind couldn't care less about the carpets right now.

I feel his fingers grip me tighter, pulling my body closer to his own. I want it. I want it all.

I want his body all over mine. Every inch, every last centimeter. I want it.

No, I need it!

Then I feel those fingers, those strong, sultry, hot fingers gripping into my side. He's pulling me back. Pulling me away.

No!

Alaric has separated us, giving us an arm's length of space. It's enough room that I feel the absence of him. I can feel a cold draft run along the front of my body, where his body was pressed against mine, ere moments ago.

It feels...wrong.

But the whiplash of the temperature change is enough to bring me back to myself. To remind me of who I am and who this is standing in front of me. Who was just kissing me within an inch of my

life. Alaric.

I narrow my eyes at him, like I'm seeing him for the first time. I'm studying his heavy breathing, his dangerously attractive face... and suddenly I'm reminded of the past. Of our past.

"...Why?"

My voice is shaky, even though it's just one word. I know he can tell, can hear the tremor in my throat, from the way that he looks back at me

It's another hard stare. It's full of regret, and heat, and hunger, and desire, and so much emotion and meaning that I have to look away. It's like I have no choice, the weight of the moment is too heavy for me to carry. The echo of my question hangs in the room. Hangs over Alaric's head.

He hasn't answered yet. I'm not totally sure that he will answer it. My eyes start to drift, looking over his broad shoulders... the tightness in his pants covering his meaty thighs... the

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slight tremble in his hands that he probably hopes I won't notice.....

"It's because.... I...." and whatever Alaric says next, he whispers into my thick red hair. I can't make out the words, my sense of sound completely dominated by all of the touching that's happening. I don't ask him to repeat what he's said because the next I know, his teeth are on the soft skin of my neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh.

I close my eyes, embracing the touch. I melt into him, letting my body guide the way.

Normally, my head would determine what happens from here. My mind would be in charge. But now, tonight, thanks to the wine, my body is the driver and my mind is just along for the ride. I'm acting on pure instinct, nothing more, nothing less.

When I feel his strong, Alpha King male energy pull me into his orbit, my body relents, giving itself to him. I'm like putty in his hands, all too eager to receive his touch, to receive his delicious kisses. I'll take whatever he can give me. And I'll do so happily. Eagerly, even.

But once again, Alaric pulls me just out of reach. He thrusts his arms out straight, creating space between our needy bodies.

His head can't resist though, and dips down to rest on my own forehead. I hear myself let out a contented "hmmmm" sound. ""You're drunk."

Alaric responds with a growl. "We can't continue this.... We can't...."

I bring a hand up to stroke his chest, finally letting myself cup his strong pecs, relishing how the wet material of his shirt clings so distractingly to his body.

""Can't we?" I whisper.

From the way he growls even louder, I know Alaric has heard that challenge. And after all of my years of experience as a Beta, there's one thing I know for certain. One thing I know better than most. An Alpha can never resist a challenge.

My own drunken growl rings an echo in my ears as I pull Alaric Grant in for yet another heart

- stopping kiss.