The Alpha’s Rejected And Broken Mate
Chapter 105

Amber POV

I was nervous. After Stefan had asked about us sharing a room I had agreed but now that it was nighttime and I was standing in his bedroom, all I could feel was anxiety. His room was elegant with green drapes and a matching bedspread on the bed, a large four- poster bed that looked like it could easily fit more than two people in it comfortably. His bedroom was homely, with different shades of green and a painting of the forest on its walls, which was gorgeous as I examined it closely, finding all sorts of small creatures contained within it. I was alone for now. But I knew Stefan would be up soon and so I took a shower, spending the time washing my hair which was slightly knotted from being tied up in a ponytail all day. The water was soothing, and I relaxed, letting the water cascade down all over my body the temperature warm and inviting. I reluctantly stopped the water and climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself and looking at my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. My red hair stood out beneath the lighting and my green eyes were sparkling with happiness. My skin was a golden honey tan color from being outdoors a lot of the time and my body, once slender and slim from training, had filled out some, my stomach containing a little baby bump that I rested a protective hand on. The girl in the mirror looked so happy and I had to admit, that I was in love with Stefan, adored him, and hated to be away from him. This was what I had once imagined it would be like when I found my mate and I thanked my lucky stars every day that I had found my second chance mate in Stefan.

I brushed my teeth and then dried my hair, before wrapping it in a turban and heading out the door, stopping in my tracks as Stefan turned around from where he was standing in the bedroom. I blushed and almost squealed, frantically making sure the towel was wrapped securely so that it wouldn't fall. Stefan appeared to be in a trance, his eyes glowing red as he stared at me, my body trembling in what could only be described as anticipation, and my heart thundering wildly in my chest.

"I um" he stammered "came up to check that you were alright and to ask if you needed anything?" he said, trying hard not to look directly at me.

I shook my head, feeling shy, even as my mouth went dry staring at him. He wore skin-tight jeans that showed off his long muscular legs and a white tank top that showed off his arms and taut abdomen. I licked my lips feeling myself becoming aroused and wondered if he could sense it, as his nostrils flared and his eyes went an even darker red. If he could, he was doing a damn good job of maintaining his self-control. "That's good," he said sounding strangled "then I'll just turn my back while you get dressed."

He hastily turned and I felt a bit deflated. Did I want him to make a move, I wondered to myself as I began to rifle through the dresser. I dropped the towel and heard a choking sound behind me coming from Stefan. I whirled around to find he was staring straight at me and I blushed profusely, my body stuck to the floor, frozen, the towel laying there completely forgotten about at my feet.

"You, it's just that" Stefan stammered, moving forward and moving a stray curl behind my ear "look so stunning that I simply can't look away" he growled.

His face was inches from mine and I held my breath, watching as he bent his head almost as though in slow motion, kissing my lips possessively as I felt his hands grip my shoulders and hold me still. He tasted sweet, like honey, but his lips were anything but gentle, instead, they were rough, and demanding, forcing my mouth to open and give him access which I did so willingly. His tongue caressed my own as I moaned into his mouth, feeling like I was in a haze of some kind, unable to get enough of him or the way he was touching me.

"Stefan" I gasped, as his hands lightly stroked my shoulders "Oh god" I panted into his mouth, feeling tingles running down my spine and sparks flying between us. I could feel my juices beginning to flow and my arousal become even stronger. He senses it too, his eyes darkening further as he scooped me up in his arms as though I weighed nothing, placing me gently on the bed, and breaking off the kiss to my disappointment.

"Tell me no" he demanded "because I don't think I can stop once I've started Amber, you're too damn gorgeous and I want you so damn much it hurts" he growls.

I couldn't tell him no. Not when I was aching with need between my legs. I wanted him just as badly, desperate to feel him inside of me and craving to be touched.

"I want you," I told him honestly and watched him struggle within himself before he stood back up and slowly began to remove his tank top, showing me his chest as I shuddered.

He began to undo the zip of his jeans and then slowly, torturously, he dropped them down to his ankles and kicked them off. He wore no underwear and I sucked in a breath as I took in the size of him. He was huge, not to mention the width of it and I trembled, wondering if it was going to fit inside of me.

He came back to my side, noting where my eyes had darted to. "Relax" he soothed me, his hands beginning to feel along my body "I don't have plans to do that just yet" he hissed before he began to kiss the nape of my neck, making me arch my back in pleasure. He was gentle, and thorough, and began to trail his kisses down over my breasts, taking a n****e into his mouth and sucking lightly as I cried out. His other hand massaged my other breast and I felt like a jolt of electricity was running through me. "So damn soft" he murmured to me, before his mouth began to trail lower, down my navel and stomach, and down my thighs as I quivered in anticipation, my hands scrabbling at the bedsheets as the pleasure began to rise.

He stopped and gently breathed on my mound as I shook, and then, his eyes looking up at me once more, he stopped and lightly licked the walls of my v****a as I let out a cry. "You taste sweet" he groaned, and then lightly began to circle my c**t with his tongue, his hands forcing my legs apart and holding them in place, so that I could do nothing but lie there and endure what he was doing to me. He lapped at my juices as I panted and writhed, mewling as he licked my c**t, gently at first and then gradually applying more pressure, the pleasure building in me so intense that I thought I might explode. My body began to stiffen and I sensed an o****m coming, causing Stefan to continue, his tongue diving inside of me again as I screamed out his name and came, hard, against his tongue. He gave a purr of satisfaction as he licked his lips and came up onto the bed again.

"You taste like sweet nectar" he growled and I felt himself about to position himself at my entrance and then hesitate.

"What's wrong," I asked anxiously and he gave me a reassuring smile.

"I just want you to be comfortable and I'm worried that this position won't be with the bump" he admitted wryly.

I remembered what the doctors had advised. "Sideways will be more comfortable," I told him eagerly, wanting him deep inside of me. Stefan gently helped me to shift onto my side and then positioned himself behind me. I closed my eyes, waiting, and inch, by torturous inch, he pushed inside me, letting me feel all of him until finally, he was all the way inside me. "Are you okay" he panted.

I was better than okay. I could already feel my hips rocking back and forth, trying to take him further in and feeling every inch of him against my walls. "God" I choked out "please move" I begged as he let out a low chuckle. "Your wish is my command" he murmured in my ear.

Slowly he pulled out and then pushed his way back in. All the way back out and all the way back in. He was gentle and caring and his hands stayed on my sides, careful to avoid squishing my bump.

It was heaven or hell depending on how you looked at it. He was taking his sweet time, never letting up and my whole body was quivering. I was a mess, mewling, calling out his name, and literally shaking as he took me. "Please Stefan" I begged unashamedly, barely recognizing my voice "please, for the love of god>"

"Tell me what you want" he growled, "tell me how you like it."

"Harder" I screamed, "faster."

He increased the intensity of his thrusts, pounding inside of me as I rocked my hips back and forth in time to his thrusts.

"God, you're tight" he muttered, our bodies slick with sweat now, smacking together in harmony, "so f*****g tight" he moaned.

I gave a hiss as he began to pound even harder inside of me, my juices flowing freely now. His c**k felt so damn good inside of me and even though I felt stuffed, it wasn't painful, just pure, unadulterated pleasure. He reached around and I felt his hand between my legs, gently fingering my c**t.

"Stefan" I cried out and he didn't let up, his hand gently circling and rubbing my clit as I stiffened, the pleasure building to a crescendo. I couldn't last much longer. Not when it felt this good. I felt my body stiffening and my toes curling, my back arching and then I gave a loud scream, calling out his name, as I came once more "STEFAN."

He continued to finger me, continuing the o****m, thrusting and pounding away inside of me, as I shook and quivered, tears coming to my eyes as the pleasure was so intense. I'd never felt this way before. This was nothing like what I had experienced with Darius when I gave him my virginity. Stefan was incredible and insatiable. I felt the waves of my o****m wash over me as he finally stopped the fingering, his hands gripping my waist tightly as he began to frantically thrust away, his breathing heavy, his own body beginning to tense. I felt him curse as he came, spilling his seed inside of me and then collapsing on the bed next to me, his breathing hard and labored. Both of us were silent for a moment, lost in our thoughts. I was trying not to cry from the experience, not because I was sad but because I had experienced so much pleasure during the act. Stefan had been the perfect gentleman, making me c*m before and during the act, something I guess I hadn't really expected but should have known better. He wasn't the type to be a selfish lover. "That was amazing," Stefan said finally, turning his head to look at me, his hair all tousled and disheveled "did I hurt you?" he asked in concern.

I shook my head. He hadn't hurt me at all and while there was a slight stinging pain from between my legs, it wasn't intolerable, merely an indication of how long it had been since I'd initially had s*x.

"I'm just a little sore," I said shyly and he leaped up and kissed me on the mouth.

"I'll run you a bath" he suggested and raced into the bathroom before I could utter a word, still completely naked and not phased in the slightest. I sat up and was about to get up when he came back and scooped me into his arms, carrying me cradled to his chest, my arms over his neck, holding me tightly as though he never wanted to let me go.

"Stefan put me down" I cried out with laughter in my voice, but he shook his head adamantly.

"No can do," he said calmly and then bent down and kissed me lovingly on the mouth "I love you," he told me softly as I melted from his words.

"I love you too" I whispered, knowing I would remember this moment and this experience forever and ever. Then, before I could change my mind, I leant over and sank my teeth into him, licking the wound clean and claiming him as mine forever.