Bullied Mate (The Alpha Shifter Collection #17) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Alpha Shifter Collection Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 38003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
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“Oh, fuck, that feels good. So fucking good,” he said.

She had been imagining doing this. Every time she touched herself, she thought about taking his cock into her mouth and bringing him close to orgasm.

“I’m not going to last, Poppy. I’m going to come.”

She didn’t stop, glancing up at him. His gaze was on hers, and then he called out her name as his cock spasmed in her mouth, sending waves of his release into her mouth. She swallowed him down, drinking his cum as he released into her mouth.

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Sunlight hit Klaus’s face first thing in the morning. He blinked a couple of times, frowning as he looked toward his curtains. They weren’t completely closed.

He lifted his arms, and then he felt her wriggle.

Poppy, still naked, was nestled in his arms.

Everything that had happened last night came rushing back to him. Going to Poppy’s house. Seeing her gorgeous hair falling around her face. Greg, fucking Greg. Poppy escaping into the crowd. He’d waited for the perfect opportunity to steal her away. He’d done it, taking her into the forest, kissing her. Pressing his cock against her.

Poppy wanting to take this to his home.

Then, tasting Poppy, bringing her to orgasm. Her lips wrapped around his cock.

He was getting hard again.

After they were done in the shower, they’d gone to the laundry room, and yes, they hadn’t been patient to come back to his bedroom. He’d brought her to an orgasm in that room, and Poppy had worked him into a frenzy.

When they came back to his room, they were going to talk, but that hadn’t happened. Lying down on his bed, with several orgasms between them, they had fallen asleep.

His cock was rock hard again.

Poppy moaned in his arms and then suddenly jolted awake, sitting up. “What time is it?”

He hadn’t even checked the time.

“It’s seven, Klaus. Crap.”

They rolled off the bed.

Both of them were naked, and he stared at her.

Her blonde curls were a mess, but she looked incredible. As if he’d just fucked her. Together, they knelt on the bed, meeting each other halfway.

Klaus gripped her neck as Poppy put her hand on his hips, and they both came together, kissing. He was so hard.

It would be so easy to press her to the bed, to slide deep inside her cunt, to fuck her, to claim her. To stop other men from even looking in her direction. That was what he wanted. To stop other men from seeing her.

Poppy was all his. He wasn’t going to share. He didn’t even like Greg being in the same house as her.

They broke apart when there was a knock on the door. Poppy fell off the end of the bed, as he’d forgotten to lock the door last night. Within seconds, his father opened the door.

“Dad, hey,” he said, grabbing the bedding and sliding it across his lap.

“Klaus, are you only just getting up? This isn’t like you.”

He usually woke up and went for a run. He didn’t like to stay in bed.

“Yeah, er, what a hell of a party last night, huh?” Klaus asked.

“I don’t recall seeing you there. Did you go?”

“Yeah, I was there. I wouldn’t miss it.”

Poppy was on the other side of his bed, and he was aroused. He’d been ready to fuck his mate, but his father was now in the room. Sneaking around fucking sucked.

What did you expect for being a bully?

This was his punishment.

“Are you okay?” George asked. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

“Just woke up, Dad, nothing wrong, just trying to get my head around the fact that I’m … awake.”

“I’ll be downstairs. We’ll have breakfast together.”

“Sure thing. Sure.”

His dad left his bedroom, and they waited a few minutes.

“Breakfast with your dad?” Poppy asked. “Klaus, we left my clothes in the laundry room.”

“Oh, shit!” He gritted his teeth.

“It should be fine, right? Your dad doesn’t do the laundry. Please tell me, Klaus, that your father doesn’t do the laundry.”

“No, of course not. Mom loves to do the laundry.”

No, she didn’t. His mother tended to ruin clothes. She had once turned all their white shirts pink by putting in a red pair of socks into the white wash, as she didn’t think it would matter.

His father did the laundry. All the damn time.

He didn’t know when his parents had come home. “Look, I’m going to sneak you out, and I’ll get your dress.”

“Sneak me out? Klaus, come on. Why don’t I just wait here?”

“Do you think you can be quiet? My dad has good hearing. He will hear any movement. You’d have to be completely still.”

“So he could hear me now?” Poppy asked.

Klaus groaned. “I don’t … probably.”

“This is insane.”

“Look, we can go down there and tell him right now.”

Poppy looked toward the door.

Did he want to tell his father now? He liked having Poppy all to himself, without his overbearing family ruining it. Poppy would be expected to spend time with his mother. To train, and— No, he didn’t want to share Poppy.



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