Page 55 of Fated to the Alpha Warrior (The Wolf’s Forbidden Mate #1)
Aurora
Kieran’s fangs press against my throat, the pressure both thrilling and terrifying. His cock is still buried deep inside me, stretching me so perfectly full that I can barely think straight. The bond pulses between us with overwhelming need.
“Not yet,” I gasp, even as my body clenches around him at the thought, pulsing with desire. “I’m not ready.”
He groans, withdrawing his fangs but keeping his lips pressed to my pulse point.
“Whatever you need,” he pants, hips still moving in that deliciously torturous rhythm that makes me see stars. “I won’t ever pressure you, Spitfire.”
The acceptance in his voice makes me burn hotter. I arch beneath him, taking him deeper, loving how he fills me so completely. “Keep moving,” I beg. “I need you.”
“Like this?” He changes angles slightly, making me cry out as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “I love how wet and hot you are around me. How perfectly you take my cock with that tight little pussy.”
His words send electricity through me. I’ve never been one for dirty talk before, but something about the raw honesty in his voice makes heat pool in my belly.
“So… big,” I whimper as he pushes deeper. “Oh my god.”
“You were made for me,” he growls, grip tightening on my hips. “This sweet pussy was made to take my cock. To milk me dry. Tell me how it feels, Spitfire.”
“I feel… so full. Overwhelmed.” The words come unbidden, drawn out by the pleasure coursing through me. “Like you’re reshaping me from the inside out. Claiming me and ruining me.”
His rhythm falters at my words. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He slides one hand between us to circle my clit. “I want to feel you come on my cock again. I want to feel these tight walls squeeze every drop of cum out of me.”
The combination of his words, his touch, and the overwhelming fullness pushes me toward the edge. The bond carries waves of pleasure back and forth between us, so that I know how good it feels for him too. His cock feels impossibly bigger inside me, stretching me to my limits.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I start to clench around him. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
When I come, it’s with his name on my lips. He follows right after, spilling deep inside me with a roar of possessive pride. For a long moment we stay joined, trading lazy kisses as we come down from the high.
Finally, he slips out of me, both of us groaning at the loss of connection. But he doesn’t go far, gathering me against his chest as we catch our breath. His hand traces idle patterns on my skin, sending pleasant shivers through me.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against my hair. “For trusting me again. For giving us another chance.”
I snuggle closer to his warmth, feeling more content than I have in years. “Thank you for finally seeing me. All of me.”
His arms tighten around me. “I see you now. And I love everything I see.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. The bond hums contentedly between us, carrying emotions too deep for words.
“About the bite…” I start hesitantly.
“We have time,” he assures me, pressing a kiss to my temple. “No rush. I want you to be completely sure.”
The simple acceptance in his voice makes my heart swell. “It’s not that I don’t want it. I just need time to process everything. The ritual, us, all of it.”
“I understand.” His fingers trace my spine soothingly. “Whatever you need, however long it takes. I’m not going anywhere.”
I turn in his arms to face him, studying the earnest expression in his ice blue eyes. “What about your father? The pack?”
“They’ll accept you or lose me.” His voice is firm. “I meant what I said before. You’re my priority now. Everything else is secondary.”
“And the fae?” The mention of our enemies sends a shiver through me. “We still don’t know what they’re planning.”
“We’ll face them together.” He cups my face, thumb stroking my cheek. “No more lone wolf act from either of us. Whatever comes next, we handle it as a team.”
The certainty in his voice makes me smile. “I like the sound of that.”
His answering grin is bright enough to light up the darkness. “Speaking of teams…” His hand slides lower, making me gasp as he fingers me lightly. “Ready for another round?”
Heat pools in my belly at his touch. “Already?”
“Can’t get enough of you.” He rolls us so I’m straddling his hips, his cock already hardening against me. “I want to watch you ride me this time. See those perfect breasts bounce as you take my cock.”
I grind against him, loving how his eyes darken with desire, how his cock hardens against me. “Like this?”
His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements. “Just like that. So beautiful up there, taking what you need from me.”
I lift myself up slowly, then sink down onto his thick length with a gasp. The angle is different like this, letting me take him even deeper, my pussy still wet from his release. His eyes darken as he watches where our bodies join, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I start to move. “Take what you need from me. Use my cock however you want, Spitfire.”
The possessiveness in his voice makes me burn hotter. I experiment with different movements, finding what feels best. When I grind down in a particular way, his cock hits spots inside me that make me see stars.
“Look at you,” he growls, one hand sliding up to cup my breast. “So perfect riding my cock like this. Such a little slut for me and only me.”
His thumb circles my nipple as I move, adding to the building pleasure. The bond carries every sensation between us, making everything more intense. I can feel his satisfaction at each gasp and moan he draws from me.
“I want to watch you come like this,” he says, voice rough. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you up.”
His words send electricity through me. “Touch me,” I beg, increasing my pace. “Please.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with my movements. The dual stimulation makes my thighs tremble as I ride him. “Like this, Spitfire? This what you need?”
“Yes!” I cry out as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “So deep. So full.”
“Tell me more.” His fingers work faster on my clit as I bounce on his cock. “I want to hear you. What does it feel like?”
“Like you’re splitting me open,” I gasp, past shame or hesitation. “Like you’re touching places no one else ever has.”
He growls at that, thrusting up to meet my movements. “No one else ever will. This pussy is mine. These perfect breasts, this sweet mouth—all mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice pushes me closer to the edge. “I’m yours, Kieran,” I agree, grinding down onto him. “All of me.”
“That’s it.” His thumb circles my clit faster, making me cry out. “Come for me. Let me feel how tight you get around my cock when you fall apart.”
The pleasure builds until I can barely breathe. Each movement sends sparks through me, the size of him hitting spots I didn’t know I had deep inside. When I finally come, it’s with a shameless cry of pleasure on my lips, my inner walls clenching around him like a vice.
He follows right after, holding my hips down as he fills me with his release, groaning as I flutter and pulse around him. The bond pulses between us, carrying our pleasure back and forth until I collapse against his chest, completely spent and satisfied.
For a long moment we just lie there, catching our breath. His hands stroke my back soothingly as aftershocks ripple through me. The bond hums contentedly, stronger than ever before.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to my shoulder. “So perfect for me. And a fast study too, my little minx.”
I snuggle closer to his warmth, feeling thoroughly claimed and cherished. “Think we can stay like this forever?”
“If I had my way…” He starts to answer, but breaks off as urgent howls pierce the air.
We both freeze, recognizing the emergency signal being passed from pack to pack. The peaceful afterglow shatters as more howls join the first.
“No,” Kieran breathes, sitting up abruptly. “That’s Pack Jade’s call for help.”
Fear grips me as more howls join the first. Through our strengthened bond, I can feel Kieran’s mounting dread.
“The fae,” I say grimly, already moving to gather our clothes. “They’re attacking the pack.”
We dress quickly, the passionate mood shattered by urgency. But as we prepare to leave, Kieran catches my hand.
“Whatever we find when we get there,” he says seriously, “we face it together. No more running from each other.”
I squeeze his fingers, drawing strength from his touch. “Together.”
The howls grow more urgent as we race to pack our things. Whatever reconciliation we’ve found here will have to wait. Our people need us.
And this time, we’ll fight as true mates should—side by side, stronger together than apart.
Ready or not, it’s time to go home.