Page 16 of Alpha Wolf (Return To Fate Mountain #6)

Chapter

Fifteen

The pretense that she didn’t feel the mate bond pulling at her, crumbled with that single, devastating kiss.

“I shouldn’t want this,” she said, her voice breaking.

“Your bear knows what she needs,” Dom said, his hand cupping her face. “Stop fighting it.”

Valeria’s bear purred beneath her skin. Not to fight, but to surrender to the mate she’d been craving since the moment she’d first seen him.

“Look at me,” Dom commanded, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

Her eyes met his automatically, body responding before her mind could protest. This close, she could see the gold flecks in his eyes.

Valeria stood frozen against the wall, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

His gaze traveled over her like a physical touch, and her nipples hardened beneath the oversized sweatshirt.

“You’re beautiful when you stop fighting,” he murmured.

His hands found the hem of the oversized sweatshirt, lifting it slowly.

Valeria raised her arms. The cool air hit her hot skin, making her gasp.

Dom’s hands skimmed up her sides, callused palms leaving trails of fire on her sensitive skin.

His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples until she whimpered with need.

“Your tits are fucking perfect,” he growled, his mouth descending to capture one peaked nipple. “Made for me.”

His words sent liquid heat pooling between her legs. When his teeth scraped gently across the sensitive flesh, she cried out, her knees going weak.

“Bed,” he said. “Now.”

Valeria’s legs moved without her permission, carrying her the few steps to the narrow bed. Dom followed, his presence overwhelming in the small space, his alpha energy wrapping around her.

When the back of her knees hit the mattress, she sat heavily, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and desire. This was happening. She was really going to do this, consequences be damned.

Dom stripped off his shirt, revealing a chest marked with tattoos and old scars. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. He was all muscle and controlled power, built like the warrior he was.

“Lie down,” he commanded. “Arms above your head.”

She obeyed without thinking, settling against the pillows with her wrists crossed above her head. Dom’s weight settled beside her on the narrow bed, one large hand wrapping around both her wrists to pin them in place.

“Keep them there,” he said, his grip firm but not painful. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

The restraint sent a thrill through her. Her bear growled with satisfaction, finally having what it had been demanding. This was what she needed—to be held, controlled, claimed by an alpha strong enough to take what he wanted.

Dom’s free hand traced patterns on her skin, mapping the curve of her waist, the swell of her breast, the sensitive hollow of her throat. Every touch was deliberate, designed to drive her wild while keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

“You smell like sex,” he murmured against her neck. “Like you’re already wet for me.”

Valeria’s hips lifted involuntarily, seeking friction that wasn’t there. The sweatpants were still between them, a barrier she suddenly wanted gone more than anything. Dom’s mouth found her collarbone.

The hand at her wrists tightened slightly, reminding her that she was completely at his mercy. Helpless. Controlled. His hand left her wrists long enough to hook his fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants. “Lift up.”

Valeria raised her hips, letting him strip away the last barrier between them. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. And God help her, she loved it. Her bear practically purred with satisfaction at being displayed for her alpha’s approval.

Dom’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her spread before him, her pussy glistening with arousal. “Fuck, you’re soaked. This pretty little cunt is ready for me, isn’t it?”

Her pussy clenched, desperate for him to fill her. Then his mouth was on her clit, and she jerked back, her thighs trying to close reflexively.

“Too much,” she gasped, face burning with embarrassment. “I… sorry, I just…”

Dom pulled back immediately, his hands gentle on her thighs. She couldn’t meet his eyes, her face burning with embarrassment.

“Valeria.” His voice was gentle. “Have you done this before?”

“Once.” The admission came out defensive. “At the academy. It was...”

“It was?”

She shrugged, looking away. “It was quick. Awkward.”

“Did you come?”

The word “no” stuck in her throat. She stared at the ceiling, wishing she could disappear.

“Then he didn’t do it right.” Dom’s touch became deliberately gentle. “Tell me what you feel.”

Then his mouth was on her again, and Valeria’s back arched off the bed with a cry she couldn’t suppress. His tongue focused on her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with devastating accuracy. The intimacy of it made her face burn.

“Relax,” he murmured against her. “Stop thinking so hard.”

“I can’t help it,” she admitted, mortified by how her voice shook. “This is... different.”

“Different how?” He kept his touches light and patient.

“More intense. With someone else, I mean…” She cut herself off, embarrassed by her own awkwardness.

“You’re doing fine,” he assured her. “Just focus on what feels good.”

When she finally started to relax into the sensations, he noticed immediately. “That’s it. Good girl.”

The praise sent unexpected warmth through her. The words shouldn’t have affected her so strongly, but something about the approval in his voice, the gentle encouragement, made her want to earn more of it. Her body began responding more naturally, moving with his rhythm instead of against it.

The embarrassment was still there but was fading under the steady build of pleasure.

She found herself arching slightly into his touch, chasing the sensations instead of bracing against them.

Her hands unclenched from the sheets, one dropping to tangle in his hair before she caught herself and pulled back.

“It’s okay,” he murmured against her. “You can touch me. Whatever feels right.”

The permission made her brave enough to thread her fingers through his hair again, to stop fighting her body’s instincts. Each time she responded openly, he rewarded her with praise that made her feel less awkward.

“See? Your body knows exactly what to do.” His encouragement was steady, grounding. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

She nodded, beyond words now.

“Let go for me,” he coaxed. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

When release finally washed over her, it was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before. She was shocked by the sound that tore from her throat. This wasn’t the quick, controlled peak she was used to giving herself under the covers.

Her body moved without her permission, hips rolling against his mouth as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Each pulse seemed stronger than the last. She grabbed at the sheets, needing something to anchor herself as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her completely.

“Perfect,” Dom murmured, helping her ride through it. “So fucking beautiful.”

Having him there, watching her fall apart, his hands steady on her thighs changed everything. Dom stood to remove his pants, and her eyes widened. She’d felt his size pressed against her earlier, but seeing him fully revealed made her breath catch. A flutter of nervousness went through her.

Dom moved over her slowly. When he positioned himself at her entrance, he didn’t push forward. Instead, his thumb traced her jawline, a tender gesture that made her eyes flutter closed.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

The sincerity in his eyes made her throat tight. She managed a small nod, maintaining the eye contact that somehow made this feel more real and safe at the same time. The first press of his dick was carefully controlled. She tensed at the unfamiliar stretch, and he immediately stilled.

“Breathe,” he murmured. He entered her slowly, watching her face the entire time. “Okay?”

She took a shaky breath, trying to process the sensations. Her body was adjusting, accommodating his size. “I... I think so. It’s just... you’re so big.”

“You can take it.” His thumb stroked her cheek. “You’re my good little girl.”

She moaned, and he pressed forward the final inch. They both went still then, breathing together in the quiet room. She felt split open, vulnerable and seen and somehow safe all at once.

“Mine,” he said, the word carrying absolute conviction. “This pussy belongs to me now.”

Then he began to move, and rational thought became impossible. His thrusts were measured, controlled, but she could feel the effort it took him to hold back. Each movement sent sparks through her still-sensitive body, building toward something new.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his cock stretching her with each deep thrust. “My sweet little mate. So tight and wet around my cock.”

Valeria wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting each thrust with growing need. The pleasure built again, sharper and more intense than before, driven by his controlled power and her complete surrender.

“Your cock feels so good inside me. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“That’s because you were made for me,” Dom said, his pace increasing.

She felt his teeth against her throat and tensed, expecting the claiming bite that would make this permanent. Instead, Dom pulled back with obvious effort, his jaw clenched with restraint.

“Soon, I’ll make you mine forever.”

Dom’s pace increased, his control fracturing as he chased his own release. “Come for me, baby,” he commanded. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

The words hit her like lightning. The commanding tone, the praise, the raw need in his voice. It all combined to shatter her remaining control. The orgasm slammed into her with shocking force.

Her back arched off the bed as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. She cried out, raw and animalistic. Her body clenched around him rhythmically, each pulse drawing him deeper. The intensity went on and on, stealing her breath and leaving her shaking.

Through the haze of sensation, she felt him lose his own battle for control.

His thrusts became erratic, desperate. Then he groaned her name and pressed deep, his whole body going rigid as he found his release.

She could feel his seed pulsing inside her, the intimacy of it sending aftershocks through her over-sensitized body.

They collapsed together, both breathing harshly. Valeria’s limbs felt like liquid, her mind completely blank for the first time she could remember. She’d never imagined her body capable of such intense sensations.

Afterward, they lay tangled together on the narrow bed, breathing hard.

Valeria’s body felt boneless, completely satisfied in a way she’d never experienced before.

Every nerve ending still hummed with aftershocks.

She couldn’t quite process what had just happened.

He’d taken her apart so thoroughly and shown her what her body was capable of.

The analytical part of her mind that never shut up was finally quiet, and her bear purred with contentment.

Dom pressed a kiss to her temple. Neither of them spoke. There didn’t seem to be words for the shift that had occurred between them, the way he’d somehow known exactly what she needed before she’d known it herself.

But as her mind began to clear, reality crashed back with devastating force.

She’d just had sex with the man she’d been investigating for murder. She’d submitted to him completely, let him dominate her in ways she’d never imagined wanting. She’d begged for it, craved it, loved every second of it. What did that make her?

“Hey,” Dom said softly, his hand stroking her hair. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Valeria pulled back to look at him, seeing satisfaction and something deeper in his blue eyes as his seed seeped from between her legs. He looked like a man who’d gotten exactly what he wanted, while she felt like she’d lost something she could never get back.

“This complicates everything,” she said, her voice small.

“Maybe.” Dom’s thumb traced her cheekbone. “Or maybe it simplifies things.”

“How can you say that? I’m a police officer. You’re…”

“I’m your mate,” he finished quietly. “That’s what I am, Valeria. Everything else is just details we’ll figure out.”

She stared at him, seeing the certainty in his expression. For him, this was simple. The mate bond made everything else secondary. For her, it was the beginning of a complication that could destroy everything she’d worked for.