Page 37 of Fated to the Alpha Warrior (The Wolf’s Forbidden Mate #1)
Kieran
Aurora trembles beneath my hands, her skin glowing in the moonlight that filters through the tree branches overhead. The reddish pink of her nipples, the golden shine of her hair, how she blushes each time I touch her—she’s irresistible, and I’m no longer interested in resisting her.
Seeing her like this, naked and vulnerable, trusting me even after everything, is nearly enough to bring me to my knees.
I don’t deserve her, and every inch of me knows it.
So I’m going to make this worth her while—something my wolf, howling inside me, agrees with wholly.
After so many years of denial, he’s more than ready to claim our mate.
Every brush of my fingers across her soft skin is amplified, because I feel not only my own arousal, but hers as well.
She’s so beautiful that it makes my chest ache—all curves and golden skin, her ash blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like delicate strands of silk.
The scent of lilac and honey mixed with her obvious arousal infuses my skin and drives my wolf wild.
I can hardly believe we’ve made it here, that she’s letting me see and touch her gorgeous, naked body like this after everything.
Her pain still haunts me, even in this moment.
I want to do everything I possibly can to make it up to her— to replace that pain with pleasure tenfold.
She deserves to be worshipped, and I’m the man willing to get down on my knees and do just that until she believes she’s precious, beautiful, and desired.
“Let me take care of you,” I murmur against her soft skin as I trail kisses down her neck, to her shoulder, then her collarbone. She hisses softly through her teeth. “Let me show you how perfect you are, like I never have before.”
Her breath hitches as I work my way lower, teasing her with the ghost of my breath across her nipples, then kissing between her soft, full breasts.
The bond lets me feel echoes of her pleasure and guides me to unexpected spots, like behind her ear and just under her jaw, where she gasps and shivers as I lick and bite.
But I can’t stay away from the main course for long—her nipples are sensitive as I bring my mouth to them and draw them each onto my tongue in turn, sucking and kissing and nibbling until she cries out in pleasure.
“Kieran.” Her voice is breathy, the smell of her arousal surging through the air. She tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs until my cock throbs at the knowledge of what I’m doing to her. “Please… I want…”
“Tell me what you need, Aurora.” Dragging my tongue across her sensitized nipple, I blow hot air on it. She shivers so hard that my cock leaks precum, my wolf howling his triumph as we give her pleasure. “Tell me where you want my mouth. My fingers. My cock. Anything you want is yours.”
“I want…” Her cheeks flush, those gorgeous mismatched eyes staring at me with obvious desire. The flush to her cheeks, the way she hesitates over her words, just makes my arousal surge even higher. This gorgeous woman is mine, all mine. “Touch me. Please.”
Groaning at the shyness of her request, I slide my hand between her thighs.
She’s so wet already, her arousal coating my fingers as I slip them through her folds.
As soon as I brush her clit she cries out, her hips bucking in surprise and arousal.
My cock throbs painfully at the sound, desperate to sheath itself in her wet heat, but I focus on her pleasure first. Slowly, aware of how sensitive she is to this first touch of a man, I circle the bud slowly, careful not to overwork her.
Soon I find a rhythm and pressure that makes her rock herself against my hand.
“That’s it,” I praise her, drinking in the sight of her eyes fluttering closed, her long pale lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. “You’re doing so well. Just let yourself feel it all.”
Her head is thrown back in pleasure, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat. My wolf aches to sink his teeth into that soft skin, claim her as his mate, and mark her as ours forever, so that no one else can taste or touch or come inside this gorgeous, wonderful woman.
“Take what you need from me,” I rasp. “Show me what makes you feel good.”
She groans and trembles. “I need…”
“Yes, Spitfire?”
“Your finger.” Biting her lip, she shudders and rocks down against me. “Please, Kieran, I need… more.”
The sound of my name on her tongue as she begs for me is something I’ll never forget, and I’ll never deny her this pleasure.
Slowly, carefully, I press one finger inside her.
She’s incredibly tight, clamping around it and whimpering, and my wolf snarls in satisfaction, loving that no one else has ever touched our mate like this.
The knowledge that I’m about to be her first, her only, makes possessive hunger surge through me, and it takes every ounce of willpower to restrain myself.
I work her open gradually, making sure it’s good for her, adding a second finger only when I feel her body relax around me as I gently work her clit with my thumb.
“Oh god,” she gasps, her hips lifting to meet my hand. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and she whimpers, grasping my shoulders for purchase. “That feels so…”
“Good?” Curling my fingers, I search for the spot that will drive her wild. When I find it, her whole body jerks and she cries out in surprised pleasure. “That’s it, Spitfire. I’ve got you. Let yourself go so I can make you feel good.”
I kiss my way across her neck and shoulders as I continue to work her with my fingers.
Then I move lower, kneeling as I trail my mouth down her skin, so addictive and perfect.
By the time I reach the apex of her thighs, she’s trembling, little whimpers escaping her throat.
The scent of her arousal is overwhelming this close—especially as I add another finger and she bucks wildly on my hand.
“Can I taste you?” I look up at her so I can see her expression.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded with drowsy pleasure, her pupils wide, lips swollen and pink from our kisses.
Each of her nipples is peaked with desire, and her breasts sway as she rocks against my hand, making my cock throb dangerously.
“I want to taste you on my tongue as you come before I take you apart with my cock.”
She nods frantically, palming my head and guiding me closer with her fingers in my hair.
Taking that as enthusiastic consent, I bury my face between her legs, drinking in the smell of her first. The first swipe of my tongue is heavenly, and just as pleasurable is the sound of her crying out as I stroke her clit.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her spine arching as she presses against me.
Her taste is heavenly—sweet and addictive, floral and wholly mine.
I take my time, learning which swipe of my tongue makes her gasp, which flick makes her moan, what to do with my fingers to make her clamp her thighs around me.
Every sound she makes goes straight to my cock, which is hard and aching with need, but I ignore it to focus on her pleasure.
When I stroke her clit with my tongue in the perfect rhythm and curl my fingers inside her just right, she falls apart with a buck of her hips and my name on her lips.
The bond flares between us, letting me feel the strength of her pleasure as her orgasm stretches on.
It’s almost overwhelming how wholly she trusts me with this vulnerable, intimate moment.
After everything I’ve done, she’s giving her first time to me completely.
The gift both humbles me and makes it hard to hold back from sheathing my cock inside her and digging my fangs into her neck.
I work her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, licking gently and pulsing my fingers inside her pussy, only pulling away when she tugs at my hair.
My fingers smell of her as I withdraw them, a scent I won’t soon forget.
When I move back up her body, she pulls me into a deep and passionate kiss, apparently unbothered by the taste of her pleasure on my tongue.
My wolf howls his satisfaction, eager for the next part, equally satisfied and hungry.
“Holy shit. Oh my god.” She blushes. Even after coming on my mouth and grinding her clit against my tongue, she’s still shy. It makes me want to devour her completely. “I didn’t know I could come that hard or for that long. And trust me when I say that I’ve tried.”
“Spitfire, we’re just getting started.” I feel a twinge of masculine pleasure at knowing how well I did.
Brushing her messy blonde strands of hair back from her flushed cheeks, I marvel at the spark in her mismatched amber and blue eyes as she gazes at me with a devotion and desire that I haven’t earned.
“Are you ready for more? Do you think you can take my cock now?”
Her eyes darken, flitting nervously down to my erection then back up again, but I feel her arousal as well as her trepidation. “I want you. All of you.”
Groaning, I capture her mouth in another kiss, grabbing her ass and lifting her up so my hard length settles between her thighs.
She’s so small and delicate beneath my hands, despite her strength and bravery.
The size difference between us has never been more apparent.
The wolf in me growls possessively, even as the stark contrast of our bodies heightens my need to be gentle, especially during this, her first time.
Every nervous hitch of her breath reminds me of that.
My cock smears precum where it’s pressed against her naked thigh, my arousal throbbing, the need to come inside my mate bigger than any need I’ve ever had in my entire life. But still, I have to make sure one more time. Have to know she’s certain before I take this from her.