Page 169 of Alpha Mates

“Alright, Jewels,” I agree before I give him what he wants.

I lean in and thrust, slow but deep, and I don’t stop. I bury myself with each stroke, relishing in the feeling of being inside him. He’s so tight, all my blood rushes south.

I find his lips, hoping to ease the pain even a little, andslowly, Julian opens to me. His fingers loosen their lethal grip, and spread flat against my back, urging me on.

“Fuck!”He breaks the kiss to throw his head back, moaning, and my heart soars at his first full, raw sound. “Aiden,” he whines, making my eyes glow. He clamps down on me, sucking me with that tight, blessed hole.Fuck me. “Faster,” he begs, voice frayed.

When his legs come around me, any trace of the pain slips from his face as raw pleasure rushes to take its place.

It’s all I need. I quicken my thrusts, curl my hips, and focus on getting Jewels there.

“Fuck, Julian,” I curse, groaning as I stretch him open on my cock.

My mouth finds his ear, and I bite down—suck the lobe between my lips while my hips roll.

“Yes—right there!” he cries out when I hit that soft spot inside of him. I drive myself into him again, making him scream until his voice grows hoarse and those cries become whimpers.

“Julian,” I groan. I sit up and drag him to me by his legs, squeezing them to my chest and rocking my hips into him.

He stares while his body takes me with each thrust, gripping my knees, holding on and drowning me in the pleasure of him.

“More. Aiden, m-more.”

Panting, I grab his hips and bring him down onto my length as I drive up into him. Julian arches, crying out as he clings to the sheets and his body shines like some celestial offering.

“Julian,” I moan as I feel myself getting closer.

It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long, and I’m not getting another. My canines press against my gums, desperate to sink into flesh and knit our souls together.

I want to make him mine.

I spread Julian’s legs, and he’s already reaching for me. I pull him up, sitting him in my lap, and then I’m lost in blonde hair and blue eyes. He sinks down, taking every inch of me while I melt beneath him. His expression crumples as he rides me.

We’re tumbling towards the edge, rocking, grasping, holding, claiming.

“Julian,” I beg, drawing his heavy eyes to mine. His canines flash. I push his hair from his neck, and he tilts, offering the smooth curve of empty skin waiting for me there. He tugs my head to the side, running his tongue over the spot.

I finally sink my teeth into his shoulder the moment I feel his bite into mine, and then there’s nothing but the bliss of it.

The world becomes a white, blinding heat. He floods my system, waking it for what feels like the first time. I’m falling through the earth, sinking, until Julian’s spirit latches around me, knitting us together through our bond and lifting me up.

Inch by inch, we come together until no part of me doesn’t begin or end with some part of him. Skin on fire, I tremble against Julian as electricity runs through the open current between us. It’s only then that I realise that I’ve come, and I’m shaking from the ecstasy of my orgasm. Julian’s release is all over my stomach, and it’s another claim I never want to lose.

Slowly—so slowly—we ease our canines from each other, and the loss of it is painful until the indent of the mark cements itself. Greed makes me lick his bite and Julian tenses up all over again before he cries out and sinks back down onto my cock.

He comes again, in small spurts, before he falls limply on my chest. Then he must want revenge, or maybe he’s just as greedy as I am, because his tongue finds my mark, and it’s … indescribable. The attention to the sensitive area that’s his, a claim of him on my body and my soul—possession and answer, all at once.

I come again, and he laughs weakly against my chest. We stay there, panting, still wrapped around each other.

Time stretches until he pulls back to look at me with those bright blue eyes that seem a little brighter now. When a wide smile splits his face and he stares at me like I’m his world, I feel dizzy with how much I ache for him.

He kisses me and my lips spread under his, matching his smile as the room fills with the mixed scent of both of us.

We’re bonded—mated in every way. And Julian Heil is all mine.

I rest my forehead against his but keep my eyes open. Studying those soft lips that belong to this bewitching wolf.

The wolf I hated then adored.