Page 67 of Fated to the Alpha Warrior (The Wolf’s Forbidden Mate #1)
Kieran
The mating bond pulses between us like a lifeline as I watch Aurora move through our new quarters, moonlight turning her ash blonde hair silver.
Even doing something as mundane as organizing her collection of cold iron weapons, she takes my breath away.
My wolf rumbles contentedly inside me, finally at peace now that we’ve properly claimed our mate.
Through our completed bond, I can feel her satisfaction with the day’s work—she spent hours training younger pack members in fae lore and combat techniques, passing on everything she learned from Dana and Gran.
Her quiet pride mingles with lingering muscle fatigue and a spark of arousal that flares whenever she catches me watching her.
“You’re doing it again,” she says without turning around, but I can feel her smile through our connection. “Staring at me like I’m some kind of miracle.”
“You are.” Moving behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, breathing in her intoxicating scent of lilac and honey. “My miracle. My mate.”
She shivers as I press a kiss to our mating mark, still fresh enough to be sensitive. Through our bond, her arousal spikes, matching my own. “Kieran…”
“I love how you say my name.” Sliding my hands under her shirt, I trace patterns on her soft skin. “I love how you respond to my touch. Love feeling exactly what I do to you through our bond.”
Her breath hitches as I cup her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. “That’s not fair,” she gasps. “Using the bond to figure out exactly what drives me crazy.”
“All’s fair in love and mating.” I growl playfully, nipping at her ear.
Through our connection, I feel how much she loves when I get possessive.
“Besides, you can feel what you do to me too. How hard I get just looking at you. How much I want to claim you over and over again until you can’t walk straight. ”
She grinds back against me with a whimper that goes straight to my cock. “Please,” she breathes, and I don’t need the bond to know what she’s asking for.
I spin her around and claim her mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing her moans as I lift her onto the nearby dresser. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer as she attacks the buttons of my shirt. Through our bond, her need feeds mine in an endless loop of arousal.
“Too many clothes,” she complains, shoving my shirt off my shoulders. I help her strip it off, then practically tear her tank top getting it over her head. Her bra follows quickly after.
The sight of her bare breasts makes my pulse quicken. Leaning down, I lick one soft nipple before drawing it into my mouth, loving how she arches toward me. Through our connection, I feel exactly how good it feels when I suck just right, when I graze my teeth over the sensitive flesh.
“More,” she demands, her hands threading through my hair. “I need you inside me.”
“Right here?” I ask with a wicked grin, sliding my hands up her thighs. “On this dresser that we just had to replace because we broke the last one in exactly the same way?”
Her pupils dilate with arousal, and through our bond I feel how much the idea excites her. “Yes,” she pants. “Please, Kieran.”
I make quick work of her leggings and panties, leaving her gloriously naked on the polished wood. My hands tremble slightly as I undo my belt, overcome by the sight of her spread out before me. She helps me push my jeans and boxers down just far enough to free my aching cock.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, pressing kisses along her collarbone. “My Spitfire. My mate. My everything.”
She pulls me down for another searing kiss as I line myself up with her entrance. The bond shows me exactly how desperate she is, how badly she needs me inside her. I tease her with just the tip, making her whine with frustration.
“Please,” she begs prettily. “I need you to fill me up.”
Groaning at her words, I push inside slowly, savoring every inch. The bond amplifies everything—her pleasure becomes mine, my arousal feeds hers. It’s overwhelming in the best way, feeling everything she feels while still being distinctly us.
“Such a tight, wet pussy,” I pant against her neck. “So perfect around my cock. Like you were made for me.”
“I was.” She rocks her hips, taking me deeper. “Made to be yours. Just like you were made to be mine, to fill me and claim me.”
The possessiveness in her voice makes my wolf howl with satisfaction. I start moving, my thrusts measured and deep. The dresser rocks slightly with each movement, and I briefly hope it’s sturdy enough to handle us.
Through our connection, I feel exactly where to angle my hips to hit her sweet spots. She cries out when I find that perfect spot inside her, her nails digging into my shoulders. The slight pain only spurs me on, makes me thrust harder, faster, deeper.
“That’s it,” I encourage as she starts to clench around me. “Let me feel you come on my cock, Spitfire. I want to feel how good I make you feel.”
Her orgasm builds quickly, amplified by our bond until I can barely tell where mine ends and hers begins. When she comes, she bites down on my shoulder to muffle her screams. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I spill inside her with a groan, hips stilling as my cum pulses out of me.
We stay joined for several long moments, our breaths syncing as they finally start to slow. Through our bond, I feel her satisfaction mingled with lingering arousal. My cock twitches inside her, already starting to harden again.
“Think you can go again?” I ask, rolling my hips experimentally.
Her answering moan is all the encouragement I need. I pull out carefully, then scoop her up in my arms. “My turn to pick the location,” I tell her with a wicked grin.
I carry her out onto our private balcony, the cool night air making her shiver. The view of pack lands stretches out before us, bathed in moonlight and starshine. Anyone looking up might see us, but that only adds to the thrill of this spot.
“Here?” she asks breathlessly as I set her on her feet. “But what if someone sees?”
“Let them see.” I turn her to face the railing, pressing up against her back. “Let them all see how perfectly you take my cock. How beautifully you come apart for me. Let them hear you beg for me and moan while I fuck you so hard you lose yourself in it.”
Through our bond, I feel her excitement spike at my words. She grips the railing as I kick her legs wider apart, positioning myself behind her. When I push back inside her, we both groan at the deeper angle.
“You feel that?” I growl in her ear, setting a punishing pace. “Feel how deep I am? How perfectly you stretch around my cock, how you take it like you were born for it?”
“Yes,” she gasps, meeting each thrust. “So deep. So full.”
I slide one hand down to circle her clit while the other plays with her breasts. Through our bond, I can feel exactly how to touch her to drive her wild. Her pleasure feeds back into mine until we’re both trembling on the edge.
“Come for me again,” I command, my voice rough. “Show everyone who you belong to, Spitfire.”
She comes with a cry of my name, her inner walls clenching around me rhythmically. I follow right after, marking her as mine all over again, sinking my teeth into her neck as I come. As we come down from our high, I gather her close, wrapping her in my arms to ward off the chill.
“Inside,” she says after a moment, tugging me back toward our quarters. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Who am I to argue with my mate? I follow eagerly as she leads me to our massive shower, steam already starting to fill the air. She pushes me under the spray, then drops to her knees in front of me.
The sight of her on her knees, water running down her perfect body, nearly makes me come on the spot. Through our bond, I feel her satisfaction at reducing me to this state of desperate need.
“My turn to play,” she says with a wicked smile, then takes me in her mouth.
The wet heat of her mouth combined with the feedback loop of pleasure through our bond is almost more than I can take. She works me with practiced skill now, knowing exactly how to drive me wild. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock while one hand pumps the base.
“Fuck, Spitfire.” I thread my fingers through her wet hair, careful not to pull too hard. “Your mouth feels amazing.”
She hums around me, the vibrations making my knees weak. Through our bond, I feel how much she loves doing this—loves having this power over me, reducing me to desperate need.
When I’m close to the edge, she pulls off with a wet pop. “Not yet,” she says, rising gracefully to her feet. “I want you to come inside me again.”
She turns and braces her hands against the shower wall, looking over her shoulder at me invitingly. I waste no time pressing up behind her, sliding home in one smooth thrust. The bond carries waves of pleasure between us as I set a steady rhythm.
“Never get enough of you,” I pant against her neck. “I want to spend forever buried inside you, fucking you and coming in your wet heat.”
“Then take me,” she demands. “Make me yours all over again.”
I give her what she wants, pounding into her until we’re both gasping and trembling. Through our bond, I feel her getting close again. Reaching around, I find her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.
This time when we come, it’s together, our shared pleasure echoing through the bond until we can barely stand. I have to brace us against the wall to keep from collapsing as aftershocks ripple through us both, my hips working weakly through it, my orgasm stretching out as I’m wrung dry.
Eventually we make it to bed, although sleep is the last thing on either of our minds. I take my time with her now, mapping every inch of her body with my hands and mouth. Through our bond, I feel her rising desire match my own seemingly endless need for her.
“I love you,” I tell her between kisses. “I love everything about you. Your strength, your kindness, your fierce heart.”
“Show me,” she demands, pulling me on top of her. “Show me how much you love me.”
I do, making love to her slowly and thoroughly until we’re both completely spent. After, I gather her close, unwilling to let go even to clean up. She snuggles into my chest with a contented sigh, radiating happiness through our bond.
“I love you too,” she murmurs sleepily. “All of you. The good and the bad, the strong and the vulnerable.”
As we cuddle up close under the sheets, our bond hums with satisfaction. This is what we were always meant to be—two halves of a whole, stronger together than apart. No more running, no more denial.
Just us, exactly as fate intended.
Through our strengthened bond, I feel her dreams begin to form—memories of our journey mixed with hopes for our future. My wolf settles contentedly, finally at peace now that we have our mate exactly where she belongs.
In the morning, we’ll face whatever challenges come our way. We’ll lead our pack, fight our enemies, and build the future we envision together. But for now, we simply exist in this perfect moment, bound together in every way possible.
As sleep claims me, I send one last pulse of pure love through our bond. Her unconscious mind catches it, sending back an answering wave of affection and contentment. Even in sleep, we’re connected, our souls intertwined exactly as they were always meant to be.
This is what real strength looks like, I know now. Not the false bravado my father taught me, but this—the courage to be vulnerable, to love completely, to give yourself wholly to another person. And with Aurora by my side, I’ve never felt stronger.