Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 247: _ Don’t Go…

Chapter 247: _ Don’t Go...

Oh, to kiss María José...

Her mouth was soft and urgent. Desperate. Tasting of tears and need and something that tasted a lot like finally. She kissed me like I was the only safe place in a world on fire.

I deepened the kiss, groaning low in my throat as her fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt. My blood was molten now, thick with desire, and my head swam.

I’d kissed María José before, sure. But never like this. Never with this hunger. This surrender. This ache to know every part of her, not just her soul but her body: every curve, and every tremble.

She arched into me when I traced kisses down her jaw, across the hollow of her throat. She gave a sharp intake of breath, her body melting into mine, and her nails dragged lightly along the back of my neck. I hissed in response, lips finding the slope of her collarbone.

I needed her to know she was wanted. Needed. Loved.

"Tell me to stop," I murmured against her skin, even though every part of me begged her not to. "If this is too much..."

"Don’t you dare stop," she whispered fiercely, and God help me, I nearly lost it right there.

I eased her backward, laying her gently across the couch. I took a moment to bathe in the glory of the view. She looked so goddamn beautiful laying on the couch like that like a pre-Raphaelite painting come to life.

Oh, to love you, María...

I couldn’t hold back from letting my body align with hers but not pressing down—never pressing down. She deserved to be kissed like the miracle she was, not devoured like prey.

Well, not yet.

My hands traced her waist, her ribs, her sides. Memorizing the shape of her. When I finally cupped her breast, she gasped, her back arching.

She was so soft when I squeezed softly. Oh, so warm, and so... perfect. Those small-sized mounds fit perfectly in my palms, begging for more.

A shiver ran through her as my thumb brushed across her nipple, already hard and sensitive. Her breath hitched, and her eyelids fluttered, revealing the dark pools of her eyes, filled with desire and anticipation.

And the way she looked at me then flushed, trusting, lips parted with wonder—I knew it was her first time being touched there.

"Beautiful," I breathed. "You’re so damn beautiful, María José."

She moaned when I kissed lower, tongue tasting the skin just above her neckline, lips worshiping every inch like I had all the time in the world. She trembled under me, fingers fisting the hem of my shirt as I loved those boobs of hers.

As I shifted, my attention remained fixed on her breasts. I trailed kisses along the curve of one, then the other, circling and teasing the nipples with my tongue.

The soft weight in my hands was intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lavish them with attention. I worshipped the fullness, the texture, the perfect way they filled my grasp.

And I could’ve kept going. God, I wanted to keep going. However, I didn’t want to make a mistake I’d regret for the rest of my life.

María José was more than just a pretty girl to me, she was my personal Goddess and I wouldn’t treat her any less.

With patience, perseverance, and respect.

Hence, I pulled back a little. Hovering just above her, foreheads touching, and our breaths mixing.

"If my guess is right, María. He will soon be here. I need to leave before he arrives."

I need to leave before he arrives.

The words tasted like poison in my mouth. I was leaving to allow another man to come try to woo my girlfriend, to come spew shit about me, to touch her, to...

Grrrr!

I swear, I’ll kill him. I’ll gut him alive when all of this is over. How dare he. She was mine and mine alone.

This... this felt like I was sharing her. And if Axel Montenegro hated one thing, it was sharing his possessions.

Especially when it came to her. The thought that he could put his hands on her skin and his lips on hers, sent a white-hot rage searing through me. My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms.

I could practically feel the phantom sensation of his touch, and it made my blood boil. This wasn’t some game. She wasn’t a prize to be won. She was mine. And the consequences for forgetting that would be severe.

"Argh, can we stop being selfish, Axel? I hate the thought of that as well, but have you taken a moment to consider her who is putting her body... her life on the line for this? Have you thought about the tremor that might be running through her right now?" Hugo hissed in my head.

Hell, it felt like receiving a wake-up knock on the head.

He was so right. I didn’t have the right to be jealous when she was the one who was going to try to play a monster. A devious serial killer, a fucking narcissist who was unhealthily obsessed with her.

And obsessions as we know, could breed violence, possessiveness, and a twisted sense of entitlement. Oh, my pretty flower was so brave even considering doing this... for us.

This was the depth of her love and I felt it like morning dew on an exposed skin. . A raw, pure, and breathtaking sensation. It contrasted the fire of my earlier anger, leaving me humbled and awestruck.

How could I have been so consumed by my own petty emotions when she was about to face such a terrifying ordeal? Her courage, her willingness to sacrifice herself, shone brighter than any star.

In that moment, all my possessiveness seemed pathetic. It became a shadow dwarfed by the magnitude of her love. I wasn’t just possessive of her; I was in love with her, truly, deeply, irrevocably. And I would do anything, anything, to keep her safe.

I hadn’t even fully pulled back, hadn’t moved more than a breath’s width away from her soft, flushed skin, and already my soul ached. María José’s hands clutched at me like anchors, like maybe if she held on tight enough, I wouldn’t go.

"Don’t. Please, Axel... don’t go."

Oh, my María...