The Alpha’s Rejected And Broken Mate
Chapter 51

Darius

POV

I sighed and shook my head, going downstairs where my mother was waiting, along with my father and Clarissa. My mother looked concerned. "Is something wrong?" she asked, craning her head to look upstairs, expecting Sophie to appear.

"Sophie is a little tired and decided to get some sleep" I murmured, lying to them all. I could hardly say we've just argued and she's stormed off to another room, could I? Although, with their sensitive shifter hearing, they probably heard every single word that was uttered anyway. "I'm sure she just needs some rest" my mother says knowingly, shooting a glance at her husband who nods eagerly.

Yep, they had heard it all. Clarissa just smiled and got up, dusting herself off with her hands and looking resigned "I better go back home. Give Sophie my regards and let her know that she can come visit anytime" she said quietly.

"We'll come visit soon" I assured her and she nodded tightly, giving my mother a hug goodbye. She waved to my father and then disappeared out the door.

"I'm going to bed" I muttered, hugging both my parents "I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight" said my mother fondly as my father hugged me tight.

I headed back upstairs and into the bedroom, stopping short at the sight of the keepsake box still strewn across my bed. With a sigh I began to put the stuff back together in the box. There were so many things that I had kept and I guess I could see Sophie's point of view. Had I come across Sophie with a keepsake box, wouldn't I have been pissed about that as well? I sighed, placing the box to the side and sat down on the bed, my head in my hands. Why had it gone so wrong so quickly, when the honeymoon had gone so perfectly.

It was nightime and the first night of our honeymoon. We had gone to a rather abstract hotel, and now she looked at me uncertainly with those big baby blue eyes of hers. "Do you want me to sleep on the couch?" she had asked and I had been incredulous. She had still thought I harboured hatred towards her.

She had looked beautiful, clad in a white lacy nightgown that immediately caused a reaction downstairs to my surprise. She looked so innocent, so pure. Like an angel in disguise.

I slowly began to take off my shirt, my eyes watching her as she swallowed hard. I had gestured for her to move, to walk towards me. She had done so, tentatively. I pulled her against me, letting her feel my erection against her leg. She gulped and I took the opportunity to bend my head down and kiss her, softly, gently and then became more insistent, letting out a low growl of satisfaction as she opened her mouth to me and granted me access. She tasted sweet, divine, my c**k becoming harder as I began to lightly touch her arms and back of her head.

Slowly, without breaking the kiss too much, I lifted her nightgown over her head and cupped her b****t, making her inhale sharply. They were perfect, just like the rest of her. She moaned into my mouth. "Darius."

God I loved hearing my name coming from her lips. My wolf came to the surface and my eyes flashed black.

"Get on the bed" I growled and she looked up at me, biting her lip and then nodding, obeying my instructions. I grabbed hold of her panties, my claws ripping them into shreds and then knelt, breathing gently on her mound and making her startled. My hands reached out to grasp her hips, keeping her legs firmly spread for me to look at. I sniffed her appreciatively and then slowly, began to lick at her folds, my tongue darting inside of her to taste her sweet nectar and juices. She tasted like honey, pure and golden. "Darius" she shrieked, as I held her still, tasting her, keeping her legs spread to my gaze. She began to pant, heavily, as I began to increase the intensity of my tongue. She writhed, full of pleasure, her eyes closed as she let me continue. Gently, I placed one finger inside of her, making her give a long moan, thrusting it back and forth as I licked her.

"Oh god" she panted, "Darius it feels so good."

I wanted her to feel better than good. I inserted a second finger and curled them up, aiming for that magical g-spot. Her mouth fell open in shock as I began to thrust both fingers back and forth, firmly keeping my tongue and mouth on her. She was almost delirious now, constantly repeating my name over and over.

"f**k, oh god, yes, Darius, oh my god" she chanted over and over, her hands scrabbling at the bedsheets, her hair now dishevelled over the pillows, her cheeks bright red and flushed. I grinned wickedly and began to pump my fingers back and forth in earnest, eliciting another shriek from her before her body began to stiffen under my attention. I could sense she was getting close, her juices flowing in earnest and began to furiously move my fingers back and forth, my other hand keeping her legs spread as she wriggled and gasped. Then she let out a loud scream "Darius", her walls clenching around my fingers as she came, hard, her o****m ripping through her. I gently stopped and removed my fingers, licking her cream off of them with a smirk. She looked up at me, her chest heaving, her fingers slowly unclenching from the bedsheets.

"That was" she gasped and I chuckled, moving upwards to be on top of her, my eyes staring directly into hers.

"Nothing compared to this" I growled and lined myself up at her entrance. I knew that she couldn't have children and that I was her first, so I didn't bother to worry about condoms, preferring to go raw.

I waited for her to object but instead she placed her arms around my neck, moving her hips upwards to meet my c**k.

"Please" she pleaded and that's all that I needed, entering her in one swift thrust that made her cry out.

I stilled, waiting for her to adjust to my rather large size and girth, waiting for her body to relax itself, before I slowly began to move back and forth inside of her, almost groaning at the feel of her tight walls around me. She was so damn tight! So velvety. She clutched me tighter, one hand grabbing the back of my head as she thrust her head back and moaned, her hips rising to meet me in my thrusts.

She was eager, keen, moving in time with me. It felt so damn good, it was all I could do to keep myself from cumming, wanting to feel her o****m with my c**k inside of her. I began to move a little faster, my head bending down and my tongue darting out to lick and suck at her n****e, causing her to mewl in response. My hand moved to cup her breast, massaaging it gently and then I leant down and began to kiss the nape of her neck, giving her a hickey and making a mark on her. "Faster" she gasped and I obliged, moving both faster and thrusting harder.

"More" she moaned and I kept going, beginning to move at a furious pace, wondering how much longer I could possibly keep doing this. Then I felt it. Her body was beginning to tense up and her toes were curling. She was getting tighter and I moved harder, faster, deeper inside of her, until her walls fully clenched around my c**k and another o****m ripped through her.

"Darius" she screamed, and I continued to plunge inside of her, one hand going down to her clit and circling it, keeping the o****m going for as long as humanly possible as she moaned, and gasped, and cried out, begging me to move harder. I gave a low growl, feeling myself beginning to tense and my c**k beginning to tingle, swearing vehemently as I came, hard, spilling my seed inside of her. I slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her.

"That was amazing" whispered Sophie, her voice shaking as she looked at me. "I thought that you might want to share separate beds" she added shyly.

I shook my head. We had made promises to each other and I had been adamant about keeping mine. I didn't want to sleep in separate beds or rooms. Not when I wanted to make the best out of this situation. The longer I spent with Sophie, the more I realized that she was a very complex individual and not the mean girl I had thought her to be. She was kind, compassionate, loving, passionate and stunning to boot. She wasn't a horrible person, even if she had done something horrible in order to get me for herself. I began to stroke her arm with my finger. "I thought we agreed to make this work" I murmured in her ear.

"We did" she breathed "I just didn't think you would want to straight away."

"I always keep my promises" I winked "and we're married now, so we might as well get used to one another. How about I start a shower for you" I added, seeing her wince slightly.

Maybe I had overdone it a bit? Been a little too hard with her? But she gave me a smile and a nod. "Thanks" she whispered, as I climbed off the bed and headed to the adjoining bedroom. "It means a lot to me that you're willing to forgive me" she continued. I started the shower and came back. "I forgive you and so does Amber. What you really need to do is forgive yourself" I said pointedly as she flushed.

"That's a lot harder than you think" she muttered. There was a wistfulness to her tone which faded as she slowly got up and headed to the bathroom. I went in with her and we spent the next hour talking with each other and laughing, feeding each other dinner and enjoying the very first night of our honeymoon. The rest of the honeymoon passed by quickly, involving lots of love making and friendly chatter. Both of us grew comfortable with each other and looked forward to coming home, on the right foot and making a right go of our marriage.

I blinked, thinking back to that night and the rest of the honeymoon, happy memories flooding my mind. I smiled and looked over at the keepsake box with regret. Sophie was right, I couldn't keep it. Not when I was now married to her. It wasn't fair to her. I grabbed it and tucked it under my arm, slowly heading out of the room and knocking on Sophie's door.

"Sophie please open up" I called out and there was a moment of hesitation and silence, before the door unlocked itself and slowly crept open.

Sophie stood on the other side, her arms folded against her chest, her eyes red and puffy from crying. I felt a pang at the thought that without trying to, I had hurt her deeply. She eyed the box that I held against my chest, before glaring at me.

"I don't want to look at it" she told me angrily.

I sighed. "I know that already. I came to tell you that I was sorry and that I should have gotten rid of this before we came home from the honeymoon. Well actually" I amended "before we got married. I came to ask you something instead" I added and watched her look at me suspiciously.

"Depends on what it is you want to ask" Sophie snapped "if it's to do with the keepsake box you're holding, then I want nothing to do with it. I can't believe you kept it" she cried out, her voice full of hurt.

"I know, I know" I tried to soothe her. "What I'm asking is this. Do you want to help me build a bonfire?" I waggled the box at her and saw realization dawn on her face. I was rewarded by the biggest smile on her face as she reached over and took my hand. "I would love to."