Page 92 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha

NIGHT

Iarrived back on the Kings compound the night before the Alpha ceremony.

I had been planning to return tomorrow, but I couldn’t stay away from Bryn for even one more day.

I burst into the cabin, eager to find her, and followed her scent to the kitchen where she was washing dishes.

She wore one of my old shirts and nothing else. Just the way I liked.

“Night,” she said as I pulled her away from the sink and into my arms. My name was the only word she could get out before I covered her mouth with mine.

I pressed her back to the counter beside the sink, and she pushed her wet, sudsy hands up my shirt, running them over my chest. I didn’t care about getting a little wet as long as I could return the favor.

She reached down between us to stroke the growing tent in my jeans, and I growled low into her mouth.

Bryn knew exactly what to do to drive me insane.

She surprised me, suddenly turning and pushing me into the counter.

She lowered herself in front of me, grinning as her eyes glowed like sapphires.

She freed my cock with just a few deft movements of her fingers, and took me firmly in her hands.

I groaned as she stroked my length with both hands, those damned gorgeous eyes watching every twinge of pleasure that passed over my face. In another second, I was in her mouth. I groaned as her tongue circled the tip of my cock a second, third, fourth time, before she took me into her mouth.

I ran my tongue over my lips and leaned back to look at the ceiling.

One of my hands gripped the edge of the counter, the other went to her thick hair.

I pulled her messy bun free and ran my fingers through the silken locks.

She released my dick with a little pop, and then ran her tongue slowly back and forth over it.

“Damn…Bryn,” I whispered. “Damn…”

She lapped up each bead of precum. When she got down to my balls, sucking them into her mouth, I was so surprised that the granite cracked beneath my hand. The sudden sound of it caused her to pull back, and we both looked at the countertop like a pair of pups who would be punished for the damage.

But then it hit us that this was now Bryn’s home, and we began to laugh.

“Too much?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I said, helping her up, “but I hope you don’t think that was the end of it.”

Amusement and lust darkened her eyes. “I hoped it wouldn’t be.”

I lifted her up so she was sitting on the counter.

She pulled off her shirt and tossed it over my shoulder.

Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close, bringing me flush with her erect nipples.

Our kisses were ravenous, and she spread her legs so I could fit between them.

I slid my dick back and forth over her clit, which confirmed what I already knew—while she had been giving me the head of my life, she had been touching herself, too.

Such a good girl.

Sliding into Bryn was like finding my way home.

She was so familiar, so soft, so perfect.

I had no idea how I’d survived even a day without her.

My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer and pushing me in deeper.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as I slipped my mouth down her jaw to her throat, where I nibbled at her mark.

“Night, I love you,” she panted as I thrust into her.

“I love you, too.” I let my fingers rub her clit.

She must have been so, so close to her orgasm when I broke the granite countertop because it didn’t take much stroking to make her back arch into me.

I watched the pleasure send her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and committed the memory of her mouth in that perfect “O” to memory.

As she came back to me, she gazed at me through hooded, teary eyes. “D-don’t ever leave me again,” she said.

“If I can help it,” I said, thrusting into her, chasing my own orgasm now, “I’ll never leave you alone again.”

With satisfaction still thrumming through our bodies, Bryn and I sat next to each other at the dining table, each of us holding a can of beer. We started catching each other up on the things we’d missed.

“Our mothers finally met.” She beamed at me. “They’re so similar. I think they’ll be fast friends.”

“I’m not surprised, but I’m glad they’re getting along. From what you’ve told me about Glenda, she sounds like someone who would be good company for my mom.”

“I hope so!” Her smile dimmed a little. “But speaking of friends, I’m worried about Tavi. I heard from Dr. Stan that she was healing physically, but mentally and emotionally, things aren’t the same.”

“How has she been acting?”

“She’s distant, and she gets lost in thought so easily. There’s this haunted look in her eyes that wasn’t there before, and she isn’t really present during the time we spend together.”

That sounded nothing like the girl I’d grown up with, the girl I’d been lucky to call my sister. Concern wound between my ribs and constricted around my heart.

“I’m worried, too, but she behaved in a similar way after she lost her family. I think the only thing we can do for her is give her time. We don’t know everything that happened to her when the two of you were separated, and until she’s ready, all we can do is be there for her.”

Bryn gave a deep sigh. “I know you’re right, but I wish I could do something to help her feel better.” She downed a few gulps of her beer, and quickly jerked the can away, her features contorting adorably. “What the hell? Is this pond water?”

I snorted. “Too strong for you, princess?”

She made a face at me and slipped off her chair to grab a different drink. “This could be used to sanitize wounds.”

I chuckled.

“How was your meeting with the pack?” she asked. She’d brought back a glass of wine.

“It went pretty well.” I finished the rest of her beer before cracking open mine. “They more or less accepted the new status quo, and they were excited to hear that you and Tavi are safe.”

She smiled. “I miss them. I hope I can get to see them again soon.”

“Me too.” I touched her hand. “They were especially excited to hear about our binding ceremony. A lot of them want to come.”

Her answering grin was so large, I had to kiss her just to taste her happiness.

The number of people who wanted to attend ended up being well over half of the pack.

I was just happy that so many of them seemed willing to cross enemy lines just to see Bryn and me.

Now, how many of those hopefuls would actually attend the ceremony, I wasn’t sure.

It would surely end up being a smaller number as nerves grew and the joy of the announcement faded to the background.

Whatever the numbers turned out to be, I just hoped Bryn was happy.

“Have you had the chance to talk to your Elders about the Alpha thing?”

She nodded. “Apparently, each member of the council will nominate a candidate, and those candidates will have to fight in the arena until one is left standing. The ceremony will take place in a month’s time.”

“And I imagine that you’ll be one of those who can nominate a fighter?” I asked. “Because if not, I guess we’ll have to find someone to bribe.”

She giggled. “Yes, I’m on the council, too. Actually, even after I relinquish the Alpha title, I’ll be able to serve on the council as Den Mother.”

“No kidding?” My chest swelled with pride. I’d worried that the Kings’ Elders wouldn’t respect Bryn’s win over Troy, but it seemed they were doing their utmost to do right by her.

“I’m sure it won’t surprise you to know that I’m nominating you, Night,” she said. “But I want to make sure that you know that I’m not choosing you just because you’re my mate; it’s because I know you’re the best wolf for the job.”

I kissed the side of her head. “I understand, Bryn.”

“Well, good.” I enjoyed the sight of her cheeks taking on that soft pink color when she was embarrassed. “I don’t know who else will be nominated, but I don’t think there’s anyone else who is as determined to end the rivalry between the packs.”

“I agree.” I would do everything I could to make sure I won the challenge, but it wouldn’t be easy.

There were other wolves who were more experienced than the ones I’d fought when I was younger, but I wasn’t afraid of the challenge.

In fact, my wolf began to pace back and forth at the thought of getting a chance to fight again.

Speaking of challenges…I took a long sip of my beer before turning my body to Bryn. “We need to talk about something else.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Troy.”

She frowned, her head cocking slightly to the side. “Why? He’s in the cells; there’s no way he’s going to see the light of day again.”

I took her hand between mine. “I know that you were hurt and feeling a lot of different emotions at the time of the challenge ceremony, but you weren’t thinking clearly when you made the decision to lock him up. Now, time has passed, and you need to put in the order to have Troy killed.”

She pulled her hand away, bristling. “I was thinking perfectly clearly at the time. And I’m thinking clearly now. I won’t have Troy killed just because I’m afraid of him.”

Shit. Have I already fucked this up? “Bryn, Troy can still be a threat to the pack if he’s left alive.

He can send messages through the pack that would turn your people against you.

Or, more personally, he could become the reason that you have to look over your shoulder for the rest of your life.

Killing him will send everyone a message that you won’t tolerate any disrespect or anyone planning to stage a coup. ”

She pushed away from the table, her chair squeaking over the floor. That was how I knew that I’d fucked this up even worse.