Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 73: Almost completely mine

WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.

Roman was about to answer the question when Tessy did something he wasn’t expecting. She licked her lips in the most seductive manner he had ever seen—slow, deliberate, and dripping with intention—but she didn’t stop there. freёnovelkiss.com

Shifting her attention back to the screen, her fingers glided away from where her left palm had been resting on her thigh. She traced a slow, teasing path upward, gliding over the curve of her stomach and continuing her ascent until she reached her left boob.

With a subtle arch of her back, she shut her eyes and tilted her head back, her long lashes fluttering briefly before she let out a soft, breathy moan.

Her fingers curled around the swell of her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, and in that moment, Roman’s grip on control wavered—dangerously. Every nerve in his body tightened, heat crawling up his neck as his thoughts clouded, watching her like a man on the brink of losing all restraint.

When she went further with her other hand, finding the band of her shorts, Roman moved quickly, catching that very hand and halting it just before it could reach its intended target.

His interruption made Tessy open her eyes, meeting his gaze. Strong desire and an array of emotions swirled in her intense green eyes, making her look like someone intoxicated by the wine of arousal. Roman had to clench his jaw tightly to suppress the overwhelming urge building in him, the one his body was demanding he act on.

"What are you doing, Tessy? I’m right here, sitting right beside you," Roman reminded her, his voice a mixture of restraint and raw intensity.

Tessy blinked at him, a confused expression clouding her face for a moment. "I know," she replied softly, her voice betraying no hint of hesitation. "I’m not doing anything wrong. You are my husband after all. It’s not wrong if I relieve myself while you’re here."

Then, her eyes seemed to flicker with realization, as though a thought had just struck her.

"That’s right. We’re married. And..." her eyes flicked to his lower region to catch the obvious swell of his arousal. "... You’re very hard. You have the perfect tool to relieve your wife when she is horny," she said, and without warning, she flipped herself over from her seat, coming to sit on his thighs, a move that had him letting go of her hand. "And right now, your wife is horny as fuck."

The glow from the massive screen cast flickering shadows across the theater, but neither of them was watching the movie anymore. Tessy licked her lower lip again while straddling Roman’s lap, her thighs snug around his waist, her hands braced on his chest. The air between them was thick—charged and heavy like a summer storm about to break.

Roman gripped the sides of the recliner, barely holding it together as she began to trace invincible lines across his chest and slowly moving her hips over his hardness.

Seeing how he wasn’t making any move yet, Tessy spoke in a deliberately sultry tone. "I’m horny, husband. Are you also going to deny me of yourself the same way you denied me a dildo?"

Roman’s jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack. His arms were rigid where they gripped the sides of the recliner, every muscle strained as if he were using every ounce of control not to move, not to give in. Tessy shifted in his lap again, deliberately brushing her core over the hardness pressing against his pants. He let out a low hiss, eyes darkening.

"Roman," she said softly, her fingers tracing up his chest. "Why are you holding back?"

He didn’t answer.

She leaned forward, her breath brushing over his lips. "You don’t want to?"

And that snapped something. Roman’s hands flew up to her waist, holding her firmly, but he still didn’t let himself take it further. His voice was low, rough, and trembling with restrained heat.

"Is this a plot to make me break my word?" he asked, voice like a slow, dangerous growl. "Is that what this is, Tessy? Because I swear, I’m barely holding it together right now."

Tessy looked him straight in the eyes, the green of hers gleaming in the blue light. She shook her head slowly. "No," she said, voice breathy but clear. "This isn’t a plot. This is me giving you permission, Roman."

His eyes narrowed at that, the hold on her waist tightening as if his body heard the words before his mind could process them. His tone turned molten, dark and commanding. "Say it."

"What?" she whispered, heart racing now not from fear, but from the depth of need in his gaze.

"Say the words, Tessy." His voice dropped lower, almost guttural. "Tell me you’re giving me permission to have you. Wholly. Completely."

Tessy’s lips parted. Her entire body was flushed with heat, her pulse pounding in her ears. "I’m giving you permission, Roman," she whispered. "To have me... wholly and completely."

All hell broke loose.

Roman surged upward, sealing his mouth over hers in a bruising, desperate kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. He spun them, pressing her down into the recliner beneath him as he claimed her mouth like a starving man. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and his hands were everywhere—tugging at her clothes, roaming her body like he needed to memorize every inch.

He ripped her shirt up over her head, his mouth barely leaving hers, exposing her to the cool air and the heat of his gaze. "So beautiful," he groaned before latching onto one of her nipples with a hunger that made her cry out.

Tessy arched into him, her fingers clawing at his back, needing him closer. "Ahh," she moaned, writhing beneath him. "Please..."

He sat back just enough to yank off his shirt and toss it aside, then pulled her shorts and panties down in one swift motion. He stared at her, eyes dark with lust, chest heaving. "You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed," he said.

"I don’t care," she breathed. "I want all of it."

He growled—low, feral—and descended on her again, kissing his way down her body. When his mouth found her center, Tessy gasped, her thighs trembling as his tongue licked through her folds. He was ruthless, relentless, devouring her like she was his salvation and his downfall at once.

She came hard, her cries echoing off the theater walls, and Roman didn’t even pause. He stood, freeing himself from the last of his clothes, and positioned himself between her spread thighs. He paused only for a heartbeat, his eyes searching hers.

"You gave me permission," he said, voice a dark silk. "No going back."

"I don’t want to go back," Tessy said, chest still trembling from her climax. "Take me."

With a hard, deep thrust, he entered her, both of them moaning as their bodies finally became one. He filled her completely, stretching her perfectly, and for a moment, they just breathed—his forehead pressed to hers, their hearts thundering in sync.

Then he started to move.

The rhythm was rough, hungry, fast. He took her like she was his, like he’d waited too long to touch her and now he had no intention of being gentle. Tessy wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust, her hands tangled in his hair.

Their bodies moved in perfect chaos, the recliner beneath them creaking from the force of their passion. Roman’s hand slid down to her thigh, pulling her leg higher, angling her just right. Tessy cried out as he hit a spot that sent lightning up her spine.

"You feel so damn good," Roman gritted out. "Damn, you were made just for me."

"I am," Tessy panted, nails raking down his back. "I’m all yours."

His hand closed around her throat—not tight, just enough to hold her still, to claim her—and he kissed her again, slower this time, more possessive. Then he picked up the pace again, slamming into her hard enough to make the chair rock beneath them.

When she came again, her whole body shuddered, and Roman followed with a loud groan, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled into her, his entire body locking up with the force of it.

They stayed like that—entwined, trembling, breathless.

Roman finally collapsed beside her, pulling her against his chest, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face. He kissed her temple softly, a stark contrast to the way he’d just ravaged her.

"That," he said, voice still hoarse, "was not what I had planned for tonight."

Tessy chuckled weakly, still trying to catch her breath, and hold on to her consciousness. Something seemed to be pulling her into a black hole and she didn’t know how to stop it.

Roman looked down at her, eyes soft now, full of something far deeper than lust. "You’re almost completely mine now, Tessy. No more treating me like I’m some..." He trailed off, seeing the look of confusion on her face. "Are you alright?" He asked, and just after the words made it out, she collapsed against his chest.