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Hating my mate

What do you do when your mate turns out to be the Alpha of the pack you and your people have lived to hate? Blue Blood pack and Blacktooth Guardians pack have never been on good terms ever! Arya, the daughter of the Alpha of Blue Blood pack has never desired anything in her life. She always gets everything she wants, in her way, until the day she strays into Logan's territory. He is a ruthless and arrogant ruler that has made Blacktooth Guardians the strongest pack in the entire land. He doesn't compromise with anyone who dares to meddle with his pack, especially intruders. But something, he can't understand changes his way of seeing things when Arya is brought into his eyes. Arya is beautiful, flawless and she is his mate, and he has all the intentions of making her his. He is determined on keeping her against his own consciousness, his pack and his fellow leaders, against the entire Blue Blood pack, and even against her own will! It's a mixture of strong emotions; love and hate that sets off an explosion of events that leaves them reeling. With shock. With truth. With desire.

annaatuha · Fantasy
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55 Chs

chapter Twenty Seven

Arya

Logan slowly enters me, and I can feel each and every inch of his thick phallus.

His arms wrap themselves around me, almost painfully. As he slides inside me fully, we both freeze, only to pull out and rush in, harder. I moaned as my arousal and pleasure mixed with pain. God! I didn't know how much I missed him being inside me until now.

His hips hasten, and his breath with them. The wonderful friction I feel is rippling in waves across my entire body. Suddenly, he slows down, and I exhale with relief. He turns me in a swift move so that I am lying on my belly.

Logan's hand slides underneath me, raising my hips, and his knee spread my legs wider.

"Show me that beautiful ass of yours," he breathed into my ear, caressing my other hole.

I startle. Is he going to try something I wasn't ready for?

"Logan," I whispered fearfully, looking back at him.

He grabs my hair and pushes my head into the pillow.