The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 60: Chapter 60
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Sarah POV
I waited for it to take effect, the sleeping drug I’d managed to score my hands on causing Grant to crash early on the bed, his snores filling the room, his breathing even and deep, his body relaxed and casual. It was now or never, but I was hesitant. Was this really going to work? I could tell he was dreaming, his body jerking on occasion as he was deep in the throes of slumber. But I was growing desperate. He had grown detached, cold, and distant in the last few days. Something was weighing on his mind, and he wouldn’t look at me, let alone show me any affection. I knew he suspected me of doing something and I was fearful that he may have discovered something that incriminated me. I needed to do this. I needed to save myself.
I ran my hand down his arm. He always slept in a pair of boxers. He gave a low grunt as I rolled him onto his back, kissing the nape of his neck as he sighed. His body tensed slightly, but his eyes remained closed. I moved downwards, kissing and sucking on his skin, my hands caressing his body, in an attempt to arouse him.
“Grant” I whispered in a seductive tone “Grant it’s Jordan” I whispered, touching him all over, pulling the bedcovers away and moving below to kiss his thighs as he trembled.
“Jordan” he moaned out loud, his eyelids fluttering but thankfully remaining closed.
“I want you so bad Grant,” I said saucily, my fingers hooking beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts and slowly, carefully, sliding them down his legs, flinging them carelessly away.
I licked my lips in satisfaction. He was growing hard. I grasped the end of the shaft with one gentle hand and slowly began to maneuver it up and down as Grant gasped.
“You’re so big,” I said in a shocked tone of voice, trying to make my voice sound like Jordan’s.
He groaned, my hand gripping him tighter as I pumped him, his hips raising up and down slightly, a small smile curving on his lips. His c**k grew rock-hard, and I struggled not to contain my excitement. It was blatantly obvious he was dreaming about my slut sister Jordan but if that’s what it took to get him to f**k me then so be it. I needed him to spill his seed inside of me and by God, that’s what I was going to make him do.
I bent my head down and licked the tip of his c**k, eliciting a long moan from his lips. “Oh god, Jordan” he cried, still under the spell of the sleeping drug, or sedative, his eyelids moving rapidly, his breathing shallow now.
I smirked and enclosed my mouth around his c**k, sucking on it greedily. He bucked his hips, his hands scrabbling at the bedsheets. I took all of him in, inhaling his masculine scent, licking along the shaft and swirling my tongue around,
enjoying the taste of his velvety smooth skin. I bobbed my head up and down, deep-throating him, encouraging him and hopefully getting him so excited he would be close to his own release before I stopped, Grant giving a low whine of disappointment.
“Jordan” he groaned, his hands blindly reaching out.
I swung my legs over him, rubbing my mound against his hard c**k and he sucked in a breath.
“I want you inside me Grant” I whimpered, sounding pathetic and weak “Please Grant. I need you” I begged, still using Jordan’s voice to the best of my ability.
I guided him slowly inside of me and began to sink down, his arms steadying me, even as he slumbered, my legs resting on either side of him. I slowly began to slide up and down on him, his body shuddering in response. I could feel his excitement growing. My own body was slick with my juices, responding to the feeling of being stuffed full of his huge c**k, the friction adding to my pleasure as I rocked on him, trying to find my own release.
“c*m for me Jordan” he cajoled sleepily, his hands digging into my hips.
I scowled. All of this concern, and affection, in his voice was for my sister, the mate who’d rejected him. It made me sick to my stomach. It made me jealous, my hatred for her all-consuming. For a moment I paused, my contempt for my sister distracting me from what I was doing. Grant’s fingers relaxed and I hastily refocused. I couldn’t afford to let this opportunity go. Not now. I might not get another chance and I knew for certain that I was ovulating and in the peak window of time needed to get pregnant. I began to slowly rock back and forth again, Grant’s nails digging back into my flesh.
“Oh Grant” I moaned, my arousal growing, my heart racing.
It felt so damn good, that was the irony. He thought he was f*****g someone else and I was still getting off on it regardless.
He gave a low grunt as I began to increase the pace, his hips raising and lowering, piercing me as deep as he could as I moaned, flinging my head back. I stiffened, my whole body tensing as my pleasure reached a crescendo and I tipped over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me, my walls clenching tightly around his c**k, Grant cursing automatically as he felt me c*m.
I expected him to continue to slowly f**k me, but instead, his arms picked me up and he rolled over so that I was pinned beneath him. I glanced up, dreading the thought of him awake, but his eyes remained closed, as he lined himself up at my entrance, his strong arms keeping him balanced on top of me as he began to thrust inside of me, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, allowing him to sink deep into me.
“Jordan” he hissed, pressing his forehead against mine “You’re so beautiful” he muttered, moving at a steady pace, a look of bliss on his face.
God, this hurt more than I had imagined it would, my heart feeling like it was being torn in two as he continued to imagine he was with my sister. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and I blinked them away.
Focus Sarah, I reminded myself. Remember what you are doing this for. But it didn’t prevent the humiliation from washing over me. My chosen mate would rather be with a heifer than with me. It stung. I felt invisible at that moment, and I didn’t like the feeling. It wasn’t a feeling I was accustomed to. I was used to being paid attention by the male species, not ignored. Any guy would be lucky to have me, so why was Grant acting so ridiculous? Why couldn’t he understand my position? I had done it for the greater good. For the good of the pack. I was selfless really when you thought about it.
He began to thrust harder and faster into me, his jaw clenched tight. I whimpered, my body moving in tandem with his, our bodies slapping together. I could see his eyelids fluttering and knew without a doubt that he was dangerously close to opening his eyes. f**k. I began to raise and lower my hips at a faster pace, clenching my walls tightly around his c**k and kissing the nape of his neck in an effort to make him orgasm.
“Jordan” he panted, “baby if you keep doing that…” he groaned out loud.
I smirked. Good. I wanted him to c*m. I renewed my efforts. He swore vehemently, sweat shining on his brow. He increased the pace, slamming into me. He was close. I salivated, anticipation running through me. I had one chance, and I couldn’t afford to blow it. I nibbled on his earlobe and breathed into his ear, causing him to shudder. I clenched my walls again, as tight as I possibly could and he cried out, his body tensing, thrusting into me hard, once, twice, thrice, his eyes shooting wide open in shock as he came, spilling his seed directly into me as I gazed up at his face in triumph.
It took a minute for Grant to comprehend what had just happened. He panted, his eyes bleary as he took in the scene, my body still beneath his, his c**k still buried inside of me. Realization dawned as his eyes narrowed.
“What the f**k” he swore, pulling out of me hastily as I loosened my legs from around his waist “What the hell Sarah” he yelled, scrambling out of the bed and glowering at me.
I fought the urge to cry. I had gotten what I wanted but the pain of his rejection straight after finding out I wasn’t Jordan was excruciating. “I thought you wanted it” I whispered.
“I thought you were Jordan” he spat out “and I was asleep. You slept with me, knowing I was dreaming you sick f**k” he roared, making me flinch. “You are seriously messed up in the head.”
“And you’re not,” I said bitterly “pretending I’m Jordan? A bit of Pot calling the Kettle black, don’t you think?”
He exhaled, his eyes darkening. “Is that what this was? Another punishment for using you before? Because I don’t see how this benefited you, seeing as you had to go along with it and pretend to be your sister. At least I got something out of it, even if I was disgusted to see it was you afterwards” he said sourly and with disdain on his face.
I smirked. He didn’t know what I had gotten out of it, but fingers crossed, he would soon. I crossed my fingers. I took deep calming breaths. “Maybe, I’m just trying to get you to at least touch me. You’re so paranoid I did something to you, that you won’t even so much as look at me and we’re chosen mates” I cried out pitifully, sounding wounded.
“Paranoid” Grant said annoyed “I know you did something to me” he snarled “and now I suspect you gave me something to make me sleep with you again. There is no way otherwise I would have confused you with Jordan. Your scents are no way near similar.”
“Now you’re clutching at straws” I hissed “Anything to get out of actually admitting you are in the wrong. Grant, can’t you see that this isn’t going to work unless we both put effort into it?”
He laughed, a menacing sound that sent shivers running down my spine. “You think the way you just went about it was the way to further your cause” he mocked. “You just made it worse Sarah. I can’t believe you. The worst thing I could have done was make you my chosen mate. I don’t know how I missed seeing how psychotic you were when we were sleeping together. I must have been blind” he snarled “or dumb. Because if I’d seen even a little of this behavior I would have broken up with you long before it became this serious.”
He angrily strode towards his boxer shorts and grabbed them, sliding them back on, a disgusted look on his face. He grabbed some clothes from the dresser, every movement angry and stiff.
“Where are you going?” I asked confused. Wasn’t he going to stay and continue to yell at me?
“To a guest room,” he snapped “to sleep. Without fear of being accosted again.”
He yanked the door open and stormed out, slamming the door behind him without another word. I stared at the door, putting my legs up on a pillow, clutching another one to my chest as I prayed that my actions resulted in the thing I truly wanted and needed to keep myself safe from harm. If I was pregnant then Grant would have no option but to keep me. He could not kill the mother of his unborn child, not even if he wanted to.
Sarah POV
I waited for it to take effect, the sleeping drug I’d managed to score my hands on causing Grant to crash early on the bed, his snores filling the room, his breathing even and deep, his body relaxed and casual. It was now or never, but I was hesitant. Was this really going to work? I could tell he was dreaming, his body jerking on occasion as he was deep in the throes of slumber. But I was growing desperate. He had grown detached, cold, and distant in the last few days. Something was weighing on his mind, and he wouldn’t look at me, let alone show me any affection. I knew he suspected me of doing something and I was fearful that he may have discovered something that incriminated me. I needed to do this. I needed to save myself.
I ran my hand down his arm. He always slept in a pair of boxers. He gave a low grunt as I rolled him onto his back, kissing the nape of his neck as he sighed. His body tensed slightly, but his eyes remained closed. I moved downwards, kissing and sucking on his skin, my hands caressing his body, in an attempt to arouse him.
“Grant” I whispered in a seductive tone “Grant it’s Jordan” I whispered, touching him all over, pulling the bedcovers away and moving below to kiss his thighs as he trembled.
“Jordan” he moaned out loud, his eyelids fluttering but thankfully remaining closed.
“I want you so bad Grant,” I said saucily, my fingers hooking beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts and slowly, carefully, sliding them down his legs, flinging them carelessly away.
I licked my lips in satisfaction. He was growing hard. I grasped the end of the shaft with one gentle hand and slowly began to maneuver it up and down as Grant gasped.
“You’re so big,” I said in a shocked tone of voice, trying to make my voice sound like Jordan’s.
He groaned, my hand gripping him tighter as I pumped him, his hips raising up and down slightly, a small smile curving on his lips. His c**k grew rock-hard, and I struggled not to contain my excitement. It was blatantly obvious he was dreaming about my slut sister Jordan but if that’s what it took to get him to f**k me then so be it. I needed him to spill his seed inside of me and by God, that’s what I was going to make him do.
I bent my head down and licked the tip of his c**k, eliciting a long moan from his lips. “Oh god, Jordan” he cried, still under the spell of the sleeping drug, or sedative, his eyelids moving rapidly, his breathing shallow now.
I smirked and enclosed my mouth around his c**k, sucking on it greedily. He bucked his hips, his hands scrabbling at the bedsheets. I took all of him in, inhaling his masculine scent, licking along the shaft and swirling my tongue around,
enjoying the taste of his velvety smooth skin. I bobbed my head up and down, deep-throating him, encouraging him and hopefully getting him so excited he would be close to his own release before I stopped, Grant giving a low whine of disappointment.
“Jordan” he groaned, his hands blindly reaching out.
I swung my legs over him, rubbing my mound against his hard c**k and he sucked in a breath.
“I want you inside me Grant” I whimpered, sounding pathetic and weak “Please Grant. I need you” I begged, still using Jordan’s voice to the best of my ability.
I guided him slowly inside of me and began to sink down, his arms steadying me, even as he slumbered, my legs resting on either side of him. I slowly began to slide up and down on him, his body shuddering in response. I could feel his excitement growing. My own body was slick with my juices, responding to the feeling of being stuffed full of his huge c**k, the friction adding to my pleasure as I rocked on him, trying to find my own release.
“c*m for me Jordan” he cajoled sleepily, his hands digging into my hips.
I scowled. All of this concern, and affection, in his voice was for my sister, the mate who’d rejected him. It made me sick to my stomach. It made me jealous, my hatred for her all-consuming. For a moment I paused, my contempt for my sister distracting me from what I was doing. Grant’s fingers relaxed and I hastily refocused. I couldn’t afford to let this opportunity go. Not now. I might not get another chance and I knew for certain that I was ovulating and in the peak window of time needed to get pregnant. I began to slowly rock back and forth again, Grant’s nails digging back into my flesh.
“Oh Grant” I moaned, my arousal growing, my heart racing.
It felt so damn good, that was the irony. He thought he was f*****g someone else and I was still getting off on it regardless.
He gave a low grunt as I began to increase the pace, his hips raising and lowering, piercing me as deep as he could as I moaned, flinging my head back. I stiffened, my whole body tensing as my pleasure reached a crescendo and I tipped over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me, my walls clenching tightly around his c**k, Grant cursing automatically as he felt me c*m.
I expected him to continue to slowly f**k me, but instead, his arms picked me up and he rolled over so that I was pinned beneath him. I glanced up, dreading the thought of him awake, but his eyes remained closed, as he lined himself up at my entrance, his strong arms keeping him balanced on top of me as he began to thrust inside of me, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, allowing him to sink deep into me.
“Jordan” he hissed, pressing his forehead against mine “You’re so beautiful” he muttered, moving at a steady pace, a look of bliss on his face.
God, this hurt more than I had imagined it would, my heart feeling like it was being torn in two as he continued to imagine he was with my sister. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and I blinked them away.
Focus Sarah, I reminded myself. Remember what you are doing this for. But it didn’t prevent the humiliation from washing over me. My chosen mate would rather be with a heifer than with me. It stung. I felt invisible at that moment, and I didn’t like the feeling. It wasn’t a feeling I was accustomed to. I was used to being paid attention by the male species, not ignored. Any guy would be lucky to have me, so why was Grant acting so ridiculous? Why couldn’t he understand my position? I had done it for the greater good. For the good of the pack. I was selfless really when you thought about it.
He began to thrust harder and faster into me, his jaw clenched tight. I whimpered, my body moving in tandem with his, our bodies slapping together. I could see his eyelids fluttering and knew without a doubt that he was dangerously close to opening his eyes. f**k. I began to raise and lower my hips at a faster pace, clenching my walls tightly around his c**k and kissing the nape of his neck in an effort to make him orgasm.
“Jordan” he panted, “baby if you keep doing that…” he groaned out loud.
I smirked. Good. I wanted him to c*m. I renewed my efforts. He swore vehemently, sweat shining on his brow. He increased the pace, slamming into me. He was close. I salivated, anticipation running through me. I had one chance, and I couldn’t afford to blow it. I nibbled on his earlobe and breathed into his ear, causing him to shudder. I clenched my walls again, as tight as I possibly could and he cried out, his body tensing, thrusting into me hard, once, twice, thrice, his eyes shooting wide open in shock as he came, spilling his seed directly into me as I gazed up at his face in triumph.
It took a minute for Grant to comprehend what had just happened. He panted, his eyes bleary as he took in the scene, my body still beneath his, his c**k still buried inside of me. Realization dawned as his eyes narrowed.
“What the f**k” he swore, pulling out of me hastily as I loosened my legs from around his waist “What the hell Sarah” he yelled, scrambling out of the bed and glowering at me.
I fought the urge to cry. I had gotten what I wanted but the pain of his rejection straight after finding out I wasn’t Jordan was excruciating. “I thought you wanted it” I whispered.
“I thought you were Jordan” he spat out “and I was asleep. You slept with me, knowing I was dreaming you sick f**k” he roared, making me flinch. “You are seriously messed up in the head.”
“And you’re not,” I said bitterly “pretending I’m Jordan? A bit of Pot calling the Kettle black, don’t you think?”
He exhaled, his eyes darkening. “Is that what this was? Another punishment for using you before? Because I don’t see how this benefited you, seeing as you had to go along with it and pretend to be your sister. At least I got something out of it, even if I was disgusted to see it was you afterwards” he said sourly and with disdain on his face.
I smirked. He didn’t know what I had gotten out of it, but fingers crossed, he would soon. I crossed my fingers. I took deep calming breaths. “Maybe, I’m just trying to get you to at least touch me. You’re so paranoid I did something to you, that you won’t even so much as look at me and we’re chosen mates” I cried out pitifully, sounding wounded.
“Paranoid” Grant said annoyed “I know you did something to me” he snarled “and now I suspect you gave me something to make me sleep with you again. There is no way otherwise I would have confused you with Jordan. Your scents are no way near similar.”
“Now you’re clutching at straws” I hissed “Anything to get out of actually admitting you are in the wrong. Grant, can’t you see that this isn’t going to work unless we both put effort into it?”
He laughed, a menacing sound that sent shivers running down my spine. “You think the way you just went about it was the way to further your cause” he mocked. “You just made it worse Sarah. I can’t believe you. The worst thing I could have done was make you my chosen mate. I don’t know how I missed seeing how psychotic you were when we were sleeping together. I must have been blind” he snarled “or dumb. Because if I’d seen even a little of this behavior I would have broken up with you long before it became this serious.”
He angrily strode towards his boxer shorts and grabbed them, sliding them back on, a disgusted look on his face. He grabbed some clothes from the dresser, every movement angry and stiff.
“Where are you going?” I asked confused. Wasn’t he going to stay and continue to yell at me?
“To a guest room,” he snapped “to sleep. Without fear of being accosted again.”
He yanked the door open and stormed out, slamming the door behind him without another word. I stared at the door, putting my legs up on a pillow, clutching another one to my chest as I prayed that my actions resulted in the thing I truly wanted and needed to keep myself safe from harm. If I was pregnant then Grant would have no option but to keep me. He could not kill the mother of his unborn child, not even if he wanted to.
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