Page 50 of Fated to the Alpha Warrior (The Wolf’s Forbidden Mate #1)

Aurora

Kieran’s hand traces lazy patterns on my skin as we lie tangled together. I should feel vulnerable, being naked in his arms like this, but instead I feel… safe. Each touch is reverent, as if he’s memorizing every inch of me, afraid I’ll vanish if he stops.

“I can’t stop touching you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to my shoulder. “You feel so perfect against me. You’re going to make me hard again.”

Heat pools in my belly at his words. Even after what we just did, my body craves more. “Then don’t stop.”

He pulls back to look at me, his ice blue eyes darkening with renewed desire. A flush spreads across his chest as I run my fingers down his abs, feeling the muscles jump under my touch. I bite my lower lip as I look down to see the thick curve of his cock as it starts to swell again.

“Your turn,” I whisper, pushing him onto his back. “Let me taste you in my mouth.”

His breath catches. “Aurora… you don’t have to.”

“I want to do it.” And I do. I want to learn every inch of him, want to make him fall apart the way he did to me. “I want to suck your cock. Let me?”

When he nods, I take my time exploring his body. His skin is warm under my lips as I kiss down his chest, mapping the ridges of muscle, the flex of them beneath his taut skin. He’s so strong, so powerful, yet he yields to my touch completely.

“The things you do to me,” he groans as I trace his hip bones with my tongue, inching closer to his hardened shaft. “The way you make me feel…”

I smile against his skin, licking a particularly long stripe that stops just shy of his erection. “Tell me.”

“Like I’m burning up from the inside out.” His hands fist in the sheets as I move lower, tightening as he struggles to maintain control. “Like I’ll die if you stop touching me.”

Feeling bold, I wrap my hand around his length. He’s already so hard again, thick and heavy in my palm, his balls tightened up against the base of his massive shaft. The bond pulses between us as I stroke him slowly, learning what makes him gasp, adjusting my fingers and my grip.

“I want to make you feel good,” I tell him, watching his face as I stroke him. “Like you did for me.”

His eyes are almost black with desire as he looks down at me. “You already do. Everything you do drives me wild.”

Holding his gaze, I lower my head to taste him.

The first tentative lick of my tongue makes him curse. His hands clench in the sheets as I part my lips and bring the head of his cock into my mouth, learning what makes him moan as I pulse and stroke him with my tongue. He tastes of salt and musk and pure man.

“Fuck, Aurora.” His voice is strained. “Your mouth feels amazing.”

Encouraged, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. His hips buck involuntarily, pushing his cock past my tongue, before he forces himself still and withdraws quickly.

“Sorry,” he pants. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

I pull back to look at him, loving the way his cock head pops out of my mouth. “You won’t. I trust you.”

The words seem to undo him. With a growl, he threads his fingers through my hair, guiding me gently back to his shaft. “You’re so perfect. The way you look right now, those beautiful eyes looking up at me… I could come just from looking at your face, Spitfire.”

Heat floods my core at his words. I work him with my mouth and hand, loving how he loses control bit by bit. His dominance crumbles as I pleasure him, replaced by raw need.

“That’s it,” he groans as I take him deeper, relaxing my tongue to let more in. “Just like that. You were made for me, weren’t you? Made to drive me wild, to have my cock in your mouth. Fuck, Spitfire, just like that.”

The bond throbs between us, carrying his pleasure to me. I can feel how much he wants me, how desperately he needs this connection. His hand gently combs through my hair, guiding without pulling or tugging.

“Never letting you go again,” he pants. “Never pushing you away. I want to spend eternity making you feel good.”

I hum around him in agreement, and his grip tightens in my hair.

Every sound he makes spurs me on, makes me want to break him apart completely.

The weight of him, the taste, the way he fills me—it’s all perfection, but what I love the most is knowing what I’m doing to the man beneath me. Like this, he’s at my mercy.

“Getting close,” he warns. “Your perfect mouth… fuck, Aurora…”

When he comes, it’s with my name on his lips. His cum is a warm, bitter splash in the back of my throat. I swallow everything he gives me, working him through the aftershocks, tonguing up and down his shaft until he tugs me up his body.

“Come here,” he growls, pulling me into a deep kiss. “I need to taste myself on your tongue.”

The kiss is possessive, claiming. His hands roam my body as we trade lazy kisses, neither of us willing to break contact.

“I never thought I’d actually get to have this,” I admit quietly. “Have you, like this, with me.”

“You’ve always had me.” He nips at my lower lip. “Even when I was too stupid to admit it. My wolf has known you were ours since that very first day.”

The admission makes my heart race. “I want to believe you, but you fought it so hard.”

“Because I was afraid.” His hands cup my face, his eyes tender and beseeching. “Afraid of not being strong enough, of letting my father down. But mostly afraid of how much I needed you.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m only afraid of losing you.” He kisses me again, soft and sweet. “Let me come with you to Pack Onyx lands. Let me help you find answers.”

I study his face, searching for any doubt. “Even if it means defying your father?”

“Even then.” His thumb traces my cheekbone. “No more letting fear rule us. No more denying what we are to each other.”

Hope blooms in my chest. “Together?”

“Together.” He pulls me closer, and I can feel him hardening against my thigh again, surprising me with his eagerness. “Now, about that promise to worship every inch of you…”

This time when he takes me, it’s slow and deep, neither of us willing to rush. He positions himself between my thighs, the thick head of his cock teasing my entrance until I whimper with need, my folds swollen and aching.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against my neck. “Let me hear you say it.”

“You,” I gasp as he rocks against me, teasing but not quite thrusting. “I need you inside me.”

“Like this?” He pushes in slowly, just the tip breaching me. “Or deeper?”

“Deeper. Please.”

He obliges, sinking into me inch by delicious inch. My body stretches to accommodate him, still sensitive from before, ready to welcome him in. When he bottoms out, we both groan at the sensation of being completely joined.

“So perfect,” he breathes, staying still inside me, shuddering from the effort. “So tight and wet for me. Love how your body takes all of me.”

I arch into him, trying to get him to move. But he holds my hips still, denying me with his strength.

“Not yet,” he says, kissing down my neck. “I want to savor this. I want to feel every inch of you and show you how good it can be.”

His hands roam my body as he starts to move, setting a maddeningly slow pace. Each thrust is deep and purposeful, hitting spots that make me see stars. The bond pulses between us, carrying sensation back and forth until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.

“Look at me,” he commands softly. When I meet his eyes, the intensity in them takes my breath away. “I want to watch you as you fall apart on my cock.”

Heat floods my core at his words. He feels impossibly bigger like this, stretching me wide as he claims me. His hands never stop moving, touching every inch of skin he can reach, brushing against my nipples, my neck, my clit.

“You’re so hot and wet and tight,” he groans as I clench around him, rolling my hips to see how he responds. “So perfect and just for me. The way you take my cock… fuck, Spitfire, you’re gonna make me come all over again.”

The praise makes me flush, but I can’t deny how it affects me. Each word drives me higher, makes me wetter for him. When his thumb finds my clit, I cry out.

“That’s it,” he encourages with heat in his voice, each thrust a roll of his hips that hits just right. “Let me hear you. Don’t hold back. Every gasp, every moan, every whimper—I want it all, Spitfire.”

And I give it to him, unable to stay quiet, no matter who might hear. He works me slowly, building the pleasure until I’m trembling beneath him, wet and aching. The bond strengthens with each thrust, each touch, until I swear I can feel his pleasure as clearly as my own.

“I’m so close,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot with the perfect rhythm. “Kieran, please…”

“Not yet, Spitfire.” He slows even further, making me whine, clawing to try to urge him faster.

“I want to stay inside you forever. I want to make this last.” His hands stroke down my sides as he withdraws almost completely, teasing my soaking folds with his cock head.

“I want to show you everything you’ve been missing.

Let me make you feel good in every way possible. ”

“Yes,” I gasp as he pushes back in torturously slow. “Show me. Give me all of it.”

“Do you trust me?” When I nod, he pulls out completely, making me whimper at the loss. “Good. Then turn over for me. I want to take you from behind.”

Heat floods my core at his words, along with a prickle of nervousness—but the nerves fade away quickly at the reminder this is him . He helps me roll onto my stomach, then pulls my hips up until I’m on my knees. His hands smooth down my back as he positions himself behind me.

“So beautiful like this,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along my spine.

“I love seeing you spread out for me. That’s it, spread those legs for me.

” When he pushes back in, the angle is completely different, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.

“That’s it. Let me hear how good it feels when I fuck you with my cock. ”

He takes me slow and deep, each thrust hitting spots that make me see stars. His hands never stop moving—cupping my breasts, circling my clit, gripping my hips to pull me back onto his cock. His thrusts are hungry, mindless, his length hitting me in places I never knew I had.

“I’m so deep inside you, Spitfire,” he groans. “So tight for me. So perfect.” He leans over me, chest pressing against my back. As he grinds against my ass and circles my clit, I feel myself start to tip to the edge—and whimper as he pulls away. “Not yet. Want to try something else?”

At my eager nod, he pulls out again and maneuvers us until he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “Come here,” he beckons, helping me straddle his lap. “Now I want to watch your face as you ride me.”

I sink down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. This position lets me take him even deeper, stretching me in new ways. Like this, I have control of the angle, which is delicious.

“That’s it,” he encourages as I start to move, his hands loose on my hips. “Take what you need from me. Show me what feels good.”

His hands guide my hips as I find my rhythm, showing me how to grind down onto him. The friction against my clit combined with his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me has me seeing stars.

“Look at you,” he breathes, watching where we’re joined, each slide and thrust making his pupils dilate. “You’re taking my cock so well, Spitfire. Like you were made for this. Made for me. Such a good, perfect girl for me, riding me like this.”

The praise makes me clench around him, drawing out a growl from his chest. His hands tighten on my hips as he starts thrusting up to meet my movements, pushing for deeper, faster, more.

“Never letting anyone else have you like this,” he pants. “Never letting another man see you fall apart. You’re mine to pleasure, mine to protect, mine to fuck and fill with my cum. Say it.”

“Just yours,” I agree, leaning down to kiss him as I grind down onto his cock until my thighs tremble. The change in angle makes us both moan. “No one else will ever have me, Kieran.”

He kisses down my neck, sucking marks into my skin. “I want everyone to know who you belong to. I want them to see my marks on you, know that you’re my mate, that this is my pussy, my woman.”

The possessiveness in his voice should scare me, but instead it makes me burn hotter. He feels so good inside me, stretching me wide, claiming me completely. Knowing that he wants to show me off only makes me that much hotter for him.

When my thighs start to shake from exertion, he flips us again. This time he hooks my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half as he drives into me so hard and fast that I gasp, our bodies coming together effortlessly.

“Look at how flexible you are,” he groans, pressing deeper than ever. “Taking me so deep like this. Can you feel me, Spitfire? Feel how deep my cock is inside you?”

I can only whimper in response. Every thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, making pleasure build higher and higher.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my cock again, Spitfire.”

His thumb finds my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The overwhelming sensations, combined with his words push me over the edge. I come with a cry of his name, my inner walls clenching and pulsing around him as he drives deep inside me with sharp, fast thrusts.

He follows soon after, spilling deep inside me with a roar of possessiveness. This time when he collapses on top of me, neither of us moves to separate. He stays buried inside me as we trade lazy kisses, both of us reluctant to break our connection, the wet spot building between us.

“Stay with me tonight?” he asks against my lips. “Please? I need to hold you while I sleep.”

The vulnerability in his voice makes my chest ache. “Yes.”

We fall asleep still tangled together, his cock softening inside me, his arms holding me close. Whatever tomorrow brings, whatever challenges we face, at least we’ll face them together.

As it always should have been.