Read Online Bridenapped: The Alpha Chronicles by Georgette St. Clair - Free Book Online

he had made that up.  Wouldn’t she have heard about moonrise pheromones before, if they were real? He didn’t really want to have sex with her. That must be it. He had carried out the bridenapping because he thought somehow it would help him with his pack’s land grab. 
                    And now he was probably sitting there talking about her to his pack-mates, laughing at her.
                  She flung over her doorway and stomped right into his room.
                  He looked up, surprised.
                  “There is no such thing as moonrise pheromones! And I did not believe it for one minute, so don’t think you pulled anything over on me!” she yelled.
                  “I’ve got to go, Alexander,” he said hastily, and hung up the phone.
                  She stormed into the room.
                  “You think that was funny? Well, I’ll tell you what-”
                  Oh. Dear. God.
                  It hit her in a wave so intense that she staggered back several steps, desperately sucking air into her lungs. The arousal she’d felt all day was multiplied a thousandfold, and she felt as if she were burning up from the inside. The entire universe shrank to a single burning focus: him. She had to have him or she’d die.
                  She struggled to catch her breath as she rushed forward, frantically tearing at her clothes.
                  “I tried to warn you,” Kristofer said, with a smug look. “But I’m glad you ignored me.”
                  She ignored his words, climbing on to his lap, straddling him.
                  He grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers in it.
                  “Do you want to know what happens when you try to resist an Alpha?” he asked.
                  “What?” she panted.
                  “You fail. And then they fuck you till you scream for mercy. And then they fuck you some more.” Something about hearing him say the crude words in his deliciously aristocratic accent made them even sexier.
                    He stood up with her legs still wrapped around him, supporting her easily. He swiveled and dropped her onto the bed, following her down and pressing her into the mattress with his full, delicious weight. She found herself surrounded by the earthy scent of his cologne, the heat of his skin and an underlying aroma of musk and man that caused her to whimper with need and arch beneath him, desperate to be closer. Moonrise pheromones , she realised in a vague, dreamlike way.
     
    Kristofer tore at her half-undone pajama top with rough fingers, ripping it open and exposing her full breasts to his ravenous gaze. The look in his eyes was feral and he gave a low growl as he took in the sight of her plump, creamy flesh. She could feel the rigid length of his cock against her pussy, and he rolled his hips as he dropped his head to take her nipple into his mouth, suckling and lapping at the swollen nub and sending a shock of desire racing through her body. Her juices drenched the fabric between her thighs and she could smell her own arousal mingling with the maddening, addictive scent of Kristofer.
     
    Reality seemed to swim and warp, and she found herself oblivious to everything but the sweet sensation his lips and fingers were inflicting on her helpless body. He traced her ample curves with greedy hands, growling his approval, seemingly desperate to touch every inch of her body.
     
    His mouth on her breast sent quicksilver thrills of arousal to her clit and her thighs trembled. She ran her fingers into his thick curls. He shivered and growled, and she startled to her senses. God, what was she doing? This was Kristofer, who had snatched her family’s land and left them on the brink of bankruptcy.
     
    She put her hands against his chest and pushed, twisting