Page 23 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter (Moonbound Mates #3)

Peaches sighs and pulls away from me to lean against the bed, her long hair falling across her breasts. She doesn’t realize she’s just as tempting like this as she was in my lap, but for now, I’m satisfied.

“Well,” she starts, “Gideon is my dad, of course. He’s…I don’t know quite how to describe. Always been a wild card, likes to seem like he’s in control. He doesn’t always say it, but he thinks of himself as the king of the Rig, and my whole life, no one has ever questioned it.”

“Why do you think that is?” I ask.

“Because he gives the alphas what they want, and he brings new alphas in to add to the pack,” she replies.

“Always tough, crazy, cruel men. No female alphas—that would definitely be against the rules. Omegas on the rig are all controlled by him until they’re mated, and betas are kept for free use in the mess and the barracks. ”

Parts of it don’t sound all that different from where I came from—where more ‘civilized’ species kept lycan as little more than pets.

Hell is all over.

“Ephraim is my only sibling,” she says. “Gideon always said my mama was barren after she had me. It was a rough pregnancy, I guess. He took a second mate when I was still here, but she…she died. Not sure how. And none of his other mates have had babies, so I guess it’s him that’s the problem.”

“How did Ephraim feel about your mom?” I ask.

Peaches’ brow furrows.

“Hard to say,” she says. “When you live in a place like this, and your dad’s always in your ear telling you women are property, I think it messes with your head.

I can remember Ephraim trying to stop him the night he…

the night he executed my mama, though. She was just trying to stand up for the women here. ”

“And the relationship between the two of you?”

“Well, it would probably be better if I hadn’t stolen his mate,” Peaches says with an awkward grimace.

“Guess that would put a damper on things,” I snort.

“He had just taken an omega mate—a girl named June,” Peaches says. “Me and June got close because we lived together in the Citadel. She was the one who hatched the whole plan, actually—and we followed through on it together.”

“Where does Abel fall into this whole equation?” I ask.

She rolls her eyes. It’s obvious she doesn’t like the guy—and I can understand why, given the way he’s treated her. “Abel’s trash,” she says. “Always has been, always will be. His daddy was Gideon’s second for a long time, until he died fighting for the Heavenly Host in Cuba a few years back.”

“And you and him?” I ask.

Our eyes meet and something feral stirs in my chest. I don’t like the idea of there even being a them—the notion of him touching her, him thinking she belongs to

him, makes me want to tear his throat out.

“There is no me and him,” she says. “There never was. He was a stupid boy who thought he got to take whatever was promised him. He was wrong…especially because you were out there the whole time.”

She bites her lip.

“I don’t belong to anyone but you, Javi.”

My eyes roam over her body—her freckled breasts, her nipples red and pointed from my touch, bite marks scattered across her skin. She spreads her legs and my jaw drops at the sight of her swollen cunt, my body responding to how much she still wants me.

“Get on the bed,” I command.

She does as she’s told, crawling back onto the bed on her elbows and knees, then settling on her back, all soft limbs and parted lips. Her curls fan around her like a halo and her legs stay spread—an open invitation, an offering.

Mine.

All mine.

And she knows it now.

Her eyes stay on me, wide and wanting, and there’s no trace of shame in her. Just hunger. Just that deep, instinctive knowledge that I’ll take care of her, that I’ll give her what she needs.

I climb over her slowly, bracing myself on either side of her hips. Her thighs press up against my ribs and I lower until our foreheads touch, our noses brushing, my breath ghosting over her lips.

“Say it again,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.

She licks her lips, her cheeks flushed, her gaze holding mine.

“I don’t belong to anyone but you,” she whispers. “I’m yours, Javi.”

A growl rips out of me before I even know it’s coming. My mouth crashes onto hers in a claiming kiss—deep and unrelenting. She opens for me instantly, her hands fisting in my hair, her tongue dancing with mine like she’s been kissing me for years.

I reach down between us and slide two fingers through her folds, gathering the mess I left there. She moans into my mouth when I circle her clit, her hips jerking against my touch, needy all over again.

“Look at you,” I mutter against her lips. “Still soaked for me.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathes. “You make me?—”

I thrust two fingers inside her and she cuts off with a gasp, her back arching, her lips falling open in a silent moan. I curl them, finding her sweet spot instantly, watching her fall apart all over again.

“I know what you need,” I tell her. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

She reaches for me—desperate, unashamed—and I let her tug me closer as I push my cock against her entrance. Her slick clings to my tip and she lifts her hips to meet me, panting as I tease her with shallow thrusts.

“Javi—”

I slide in slow. Inch by inch. Letting her feel every part of me, letting her stretch around me until she’s gasping and writhing beneath me, her hands scrabbling at my back.

“Oh God,” she whimpers. “You’re so big?—”

“You can take it,” I growl. “You already have. You were made for me.”

When I bottom out, I pause there, buried to the hilt, our bodies locked together. She trembles underneath me, the muscles in her legs twitching from the pressure of being so full. I lean down and kiss her jaw, her throat, the curve of her breast—soft reverent kisses between the chaos of our need.

“You’re everything, Peach,” I murmur. “Every time I look at you, I forget why I was ever scared.”

She cups my face, her thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Then don’t be scared. Just stay.”

My heart fucking shatters.

I pull back and thrust again—slow, deep, dragging it out. Her head falls back and she lets out the prettiest, broken little sound as I start to move. Her thighs clamp around my waist, her heels pressing into my back, urging me deeper.

We find a rhythm—lazy, desperate, hungry. My cock slides against her walls with every thrust, hitting just right, making her cry out again and again as pleasure builds in both of us. Her cunt tightens like a vice, drawing me in, coaxing me to stay.

And when I feel her getting close, when her nails sink into my shoulders and her voice rises with every breath?—

I reach between us and rub her clit with my thumb.

She shatters .

Her orgasm hits like a wave, crashing through her in a blinding surge. She clenches down around me so hard I nearly lose it, my hips jerking erratically as I fuck her through it. Her whole body shakes, her breath coming in sobs, and she holds onto me like she never wants to let go.

“Good girl,” I rasp. “So perfect. So fucking perfect?—”

Her eyes flutter open just in time to see mine go wild—my pupils blown wide, my teeth gritting together.

“Javi,” she gasps.

“I’m close,” I warn, voice hoarse. “You want my knot again, baby?”

She nods fast, her hands slipping down to my ass, pulling me in .

“Give it to me,” she begs. “Knot me. I need it.”

That’s all it takes. I slam home and lock , my knot swelling, sealing us together. Her body wraps around mine like a home I’ve always longed for, and I come with a growl that feels like it tears the soul out of me.

It’s not just an orgasm.

It’s a surrender.

I give her everything.

Seed, breath, body, heart.

I give her me .