Page 61 of Fated to the Alpha Warrior (The Wolf’s Forbidden Mate #1)

Her hands fumble open my pants as I unclasp her bra to reveal her full breasts, each nipple peaked with arousal, my own arousal hardening in response. “Please,” she whimpers as I reveal more skin. “I want that too, Kieran. I feel… so much through the bond. Especially now that I’ve got my wolf.”

“I’ve got you, my love.” Pushing her shirt off her shoulders, I pause to admire the sight of her shirtless, perched on my father’s desk like some kind of vengeful goddess.

“So beautiful. Do you know how many times I dreamed of this?

Having you right here, in the place where he made me deny you, where everything changed for the worse?

Understanding dawns in her eyes. “Kieran…”

“He was wrong about everything.” Lifting her up off the desk, I strip her pants and panties off in one smooth move, then cage her naked body with my arms. “About strength, about weakness, about you.” Leaning down, I suck one pink nipple into my mouth, her gasp of pleasure going straight to my cock.

“You’re everything I never knew I needed. ”

Her hands clutch at my shoulders as I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention, my hands cupping and squeezing them as I suck and softly bite her nipples.

The bond carries her pleasure to me, amplifying everything until I’m drunk on the taste of her skin, the sound of her moans, the way she writhes beneath my touch.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, drawing back to look at her. Her chest heaves with each breath, skin flushed pink with arousal, legs parted in open invitation. “Anything, everything—it’s yours.”

“You,” she says simply, reaching for me. “Just you. All of you.”

Groaning, I capture her mouth again, unable to resist the sweet temptation of her lips. She pulls my briefs down as we kiss, my painfully hard cock springing free, her small hand wrapping around my length in a way that makes me press my hips forward to get more sensation, more touch.

“Careful,” I warn against her lips. “I want this to last.”

“I want you inside me,” she counters, stroking me with maddening slowness, her fingers skillfully twisting and grasping.

“I want to feel your cock stretching me open, filling me up completely. I want you to come inside me so many times that I can’t walk straight or see straight.

I want to remember this moment forever.”

The words send electricity down my spine. “Aurora…”

“Please.” She looks up at me through those impossibly long lashes, her mismatched eyes dark with desire. “Make me yours, Kieran.”

Unable to resist her plea, I reach between us to her folds, which are wet and pink with her arousal. Sliding two fingers inside her draws out a whimper that goes straight to my cock.

“You’re so wet for me, Spitfire,” I groan hoarsely, working her open slowly. “Such a perfect pussy, so hungry for my cock.”

“More,” she whimpers, rocking against my hand. “Please, Kieran. Don’t make me beg.”

“But you do it so beautifully,” I murmur with a smile, my voice rough. “I’ve never heard anything as sweet as that.” Withdrawing my fingers, I line myself up with her entrance. The head of my cock slides against her folds, making us both groan. “Is this what you want, Spitfire?”

“Yes,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Give me your cock. Oh fuck… please!”

Slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, I push inside.

She’s impossibly tight and hot around me, her body accepting my length inch by inch until I’ve bottomed out inside her, the silken flutter of her walls the most pleasurable grip around my shaft.

The bond pulses between us, carrying waves of arousal and completion back and forth.

“So full,” she whimpers, her fingers grasping at my shoulders as her hips cant, her inner walls fluttering around me in ways that make me want to slam into her. “So big.”

“You take my cock so well, Spitfire,” I grit out, staying still to let her adjust no matter how torturous it is.

My hands grip her hips, probably hard enough to leave marks, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“Like you were made for me. Perfect in every way, so warm and wet around me, so fucking hungry for it.”

When she starts to move impatiently beneath me, I withdraw almost completely before thrusting back in. The angle is perfect, letting me hit spots deep inside her that make her cry out. Setting a steady rhythm, I watch her face as pleasure overtakes her, the desk shuddering and creaking beneath us.

“That’s it,” I encourage as she meets my thrusts, rolling her hips. “Take what you need from me. Show me how good this cock makes you feel, how much you want it. Milk it dry with that perfect wet pussy.”

I support her back with one hand and reach around to pleasure her with the other, playing with her clit, circling and teasing it in time with the thrusts of my hips.

She writhes beneath me, lost in sensation, mouth open on breathy moans, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

The bond carries her pleasure to me, amplifying everything, telling me exactly how to move my hips to make her cry out, how to touch her and draw out the shuddering clench of her walls on my cock.

“This pussy is mine,” I growl as she starts to clench around me. “All mine. To fuck, to come in, to pleasure.”

“It’s yours,” she agrees breathlessly. “Only ever been yours. My one and only.”

The admission sends electricity through me.

Increasing my pace, I drive into her harder, deeper, wanting to mark her from the inside out, to spread her and stretch her and fill her.

Nipping her neck, I growl in her ears, “Come for me, Spitfire. I want to feel you grip my cock with that tight little pussy. I want to fill you up completely with my cum.”

She comes with a cry of my name, inner walls clenching around me like a silken vice.

The heat and warmth of her, so tight, sends me over the edge, and I spill inside her with a roar of approval, loving the knowledge that I’m the only man who has ever had her, the only man who ever will have her.

For a long moment we stay joined, trading languid kisses as we come down from the high, and I thrust shallowly inside her as much as I can, wishing we could stay like this forever.

“I love you,” I murmur against her lips, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “More than anything. More than I knew I even could love, more than I’ve ever felt love before—that’s how much I love you.”

Her answering smile is bright enough to light up the dark, dank, room. “I love you too, Kieran McCade. My one and only, my forever and ever after.”

Finally withdrawing from her, I help her off the desk on shaky legs. She looks thoroughly debauched—hair mussed, skin flushed, lips swollen, her legs swaying and her thighs glistening. Pride surges through me at the sight.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I suggest, gathering our scattered clothes. “Then maybe we can talk about where to put the new alpha’s office.”

She laughs, the sound pure joy. “Anywhere but here.”

“Anywhere,” I agree, pulling her close for another kiss. “As long as I’m with you.”

As we dress and make ourselves presentable, I can’t help but marvel at how different everything feels. The room that once held so many dark memories now holds promise for the future. A future I’ll build with my mate by my side, exactly as it always should have been.

Together, we’ll create something new from the ashes of the old world. Something better than the pack we grew up in. Something worthy of the incredible woman who gave me a second chance at love.

And I’ll spend every day making sure she never regrets it.