Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother-Chapter 299: _ Our First

Warning: Mature Content Ahead

Her lips parted beneath me, eyes wide and trusting with pupils blown with something close to awe. My fingers had memorized every inch of her by now; her thighs, the trembling dip of her belly, the heat pooling between her hips. She was so soft and so willing.

So mine.

I watched her face as I traced slow circles over her hipbone with my thumb, enjoying the way her lips quivered. She looked dazed, fragile, and breakable. And she would beg—I needed to hear her beg.

"You want me to touch you here, corazón?" I murmured, letting the tip of my finger ghost just above the spot I knew she needed me most. "Say it. Use your words."

She whimpered, fingers fisting the sheets. "Please..."

I dragged my mouth across her skin, teeth grazing her collarbone. "Please what, María?"

Her voice cracked. "Please touch me... there."

Fuck, that voice. So innocent, yet heavy with need. My smirk wasn’t just for show; it was the only way to keep from losing control. She had no idea what she did to me. No idea how long I’d waited for this.

"That’s better," I said, dropping a kiss to the center of her chest. "You beg so pretty."

Hugo’s voice stirred at the back of my mind. "She wants this. She’s never known pleasure like you. Go slowly, boy. Make it right."

He was calm, gentle, and oddly warm. The Hugo I knew was too rigid for his own good. But then, such was what touching the most prettiest woman in existence sensually could do to a man and his wolf.

I trailed kisses down her belly, letting my breath tease her as my mouth hovered just above her heat. She squirmed beneath me, her hands finding my hair.

"Axel," she moaned.

"I know, baby," I murmured against her skin. "I know."

And then I gave her what she wanted; my mouth, my fingers, my everything. Her moans lit a fire in me, and I drank them in, savoring the way she broke apart for me. This woman... she was everything I ever wanted. The sound of her pleasure had a kind of purity to it, as if she’d been waiting too.

"She’s yours," Hugo whispered. "She’s always been yours."

Always has been.

She gasped when I lifted her leg to spank her soft little ass, parted her thighs, and whispered filth into her heat. "You’re soaked for me," I told her, stroking her until she writhed. "Is this all for me, hm?"

I didn’t expect her to answer. I expected her to shatter.

And she did. Over and over. My name was in her throat like prayer. The kind that crawled into your bones and stayed there.

It was time.

When I finally pulled back and settled between her thighs, my heart was racing. I looked down at her flushed face, the damp curls clinging to her cheeks, the softness in her gaze. It made something ache deep in my chest.

"I’ve waited so long for this," I breathed, my hand caressing her cheek.

She nodded. "I know."

Oh, she knew. I knew she knew. Bet she didn’t know that I could have this moment carved into the highest of mountains and visit there every time I needed to blow off the steam if I could.

This was it... I was going in.

I guided myself to her entrance and slowly began to slide in...

And then I stopped. Something was off. She was warm and wet, but not... tight. Her hole didn’t give the resistance I had expected.

My stomach twisted. My heart stalled. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

She wasn’t... a virgin? She had told me—she acted like...

I looked down at her, frowning.

"Axel? Is... Is something wrong?" She stuttered, confused.

I couldn’t answer.

Because what the hell was this?

Her first time? She told me she was untouched. Acted like it. Lived like it. I knew her schedule better than I knew my own. She wasn’t the kind of girl who went out. She didn’t talk to people, let alone fuck them.

And yet...

My hand was fisted in the sheets, the other gripping her hip too hard. I stared at her, willing myself to make sense of this.

She’s not untouched, I thought. She’s not...

"Something’s off." Hugo’s voice echoed in my head like a drop of blood in water.

"Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe it wasn’t what it seems." He tried to reason.

But it was. I wasn’t imagining it. She wasn’t a virgin. And all I could think of was that night. That fucking night I found Ignacio in her room.

His half-naked body lounged on her bed. Her pale face. The blanket clutched to her chest. The silence when I entered was as if something deeper had just gone down.

Was that when she gave herself to him? Did he take her?

A hundred thoughts crashed over me like a wave. My brain blurred with confusion and pain and anger—but not at her. At least, not fully.

"She’s not some whore, She’s not what you’re thinking," Hugo said suddenly, gently.

I wanted to believe that. God, I wanted to. But then why hide it? Why let me believe I’d be her first? I would have accepted her regardless if she wasn’t a virgin. Why the deceit?

Still, I couldn’t hurt her. Not when this was supposed to be our honeymoon. It was supposed to be our first sex and memorable. Perhaps, that was something still worth celebrating.

After all, she was the woman I loved and I was finally having her. Even if she hadn’t given me what she made me wait so long for.

I wanted to but couldn’t stop. She’d be hurt if I did. I couldn’t hurt her feelings even though my heart was feeling like a thousand tiny blades were digging into it.

So I moved.

I pushed inside her fully, and she gasped. It was high and breathy, like she’d never known this kind of pleasure. Her arms wrapped around me, nails raking down my back. She clung to me like I was everything.

And I felt... hollow.

She was moaning my name. Whispering "I love you" against my skin. Her body was perfect. Responsive. Willing. But inside, I was splitting apart.

"Don’t do this to her. Don’t let your pain ruin her joy." Hugo urged me, pleading.

Yes, we shouldn’t hurt her and I tried. I tried so hard.

So I gave her what I thought she deserved. I matched her rhythm. I kissed her. I let myself pretend—for a while that this was what I had dreamed.

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