Page 7 of The Alpha’s Forced Omega (Alaska Alpha Wolves #1)

The frantic kiss is what helps me lose my mind, throwing caution to the wind and setting it ablaze with the intensity of my desire.

The moment my airways filled with the pheromones Aurora was exuding as a product of her heat, I couldn’t resist. My wolf turned rabid, feral with the intense need to calm her wolf and soothe it with what she needs the most.

Gone are my inhibitions as I break the kiss, riding on the high of her sweet essence swirling on my taste buds. I’ve tasted her, and it’s my undoing. I can’t fight my wolf any longer.

As I pull back to see the effects of the kiss on Aurora’s swollen heart-shaped lips, a surge of awareness pools between my thighs. The heightened sensitivity strains in the confines of my sweatpants, and my brows pull into an anguished frown.

Aurora licks her bottom lip and turns her eyes away, panting from the kiss.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits sheepishly as she averts her eyes, her creamy cheeks flushing the deepest shade of pink.

My heart skips a beat, as if my wolf itself has found a renewed sense to become honorable. The kiss was far from it, but she’s just admitted something I wasn’t expecting.

How…?

She’s at least twenty-three years old, and she’s never been kissed?

Suddenly feeling frighteningly compassionate, my hand moves from the back of her head to her cheek.

“You’ve never been kissed?” I whisper in disbelief, and she confirms it with a terse shake of her head.

While the remnants of the heated squabble between us hang overhead, I can’t ignore my inner wolf’s most primal need—to satisfy the she-wolf in heat. It’s not like she’s the first she-wolf to be around me in this condition, but she’s the first one whose wolf seems to call out to mine.

There’s a bestial need to rip off her clothes and claim her body, but it’s soothed by the balm of her shy doe eyes that turn to me.

“We can’t…” she whispers, her voice tapering off as she shakes her head timidly.

Fighting the urge to stop before I do something I might regret, I’m about to draw my hand back when a flicker of sharp awareness courses through my arm and extends into my fingertips, stopping me from moving.

I gasp lowly, feeling the stirring of my inner wolf that keeps me frozen, forcing me to stare deeply into Aurora’s eyes.

In the warm depths of brown, I envision a scene I’ve only witnessed in my dreams…

The dreams about my fated mate—a faceless she-wolf with golden-brown hair and smooth ivory skin.

I take a deep breath for composure, not wanting to believe in fate and instead focusing on what’s going on now.

All I know is that my inner wolf demands to soothe Aurora’s wolf—out of duty or because her heat is so intense, I’m not sure.

But I suddenly feel so much empathy for the pain she must be feeling when she winces, and a hand flies to her lower belly.

Grimacing as if I can feel her pain, too, I shake my head with solemn conviction as I shift closer, startling her as her eyes widen.

“I can’t explain it, but this needs to happen,” I explain, stroking the apple of her cheek with the pad of my thumb, drawing out more heated color on her flesh.

All she does is blink at me in disbelief, a faint whimper escaping her moist lips as her brows knit shyly. It takes her gentle nod for me to heed the command of my inner wolf, closing the distance between us with a sweet kiss that tingles my nerves.

Aurora doesn’t protest as I deepen the kiss with my tongue, lapping at the roof of her mouth as she makes pleasant sounds of delight. Drinking in her moans that seem to quench an inherent thirst, I find myself floating and seeing stars in the backs of my eyelids.

I’m drunk on the taste of the kiss, internalizing my suspicion that the pull I felt toward her in the past might not have been absurd, after all. I felt it then, just as I feel it now—that forceful urge to claim her and devote my life to her well-being.

Acting on the primal impulses of my inner wolf and ignoring what this means in the aftermath, I gently push her shoulder to lay her on her back, maintaining the kiss as I follow her down.

Her hands find purchase on my shoulders, loosely grabbing fistfuls of my sweatshirt as I pull back from the kiss.

Aurora stares sheepishly into my eyes, tucking her kiss-swollen bottom lip between her teeth as she watches me intently. The air is full of her pheromones, enveloping me in the enticing sweetness, and I lose myself in the sprightly chasms of her eyes.

For the first time since I've known her, I don’t see her as the pack’s lowly omega, but rather, an equal whose wolf’s intensity meets mine.

Where my hand rests on her cheek, there’s a steady pulse that draws my palm down her arm.

I thread my fingers through hers, the stark realization hitting me as strongly as the invisible force that combines the energies in our palms.

There’s no mistaking it, but the fact that she’s my fated mate isn’t as nagging as the rigid awareness between my thighs.

Right now, words seem futile when she says everything she needs to say with her eyes—their bright twinkle begs for release.

There’s so much I want to say, but it’s lost in this moment.

How will I explain what I feel when she doesn’t feel it?

Her dampened, weaker wolf probably doesn’t feel the surge of electricity the way I do, the magnetism that draws me toward her.

I could be wrong, after all; there’s a slight part of me that refuses to believe it, reminding me that I am the alpha and she’s the lowest-ranking omega in the pack.

This is all an act of raw, baser need, my mouth watering with the sudden urge to taste more than just her mouth, to consume her essence. I follow through with a sloppy kiss on her lips, grazing her bottom lip with my teeth as I soak up the heady sounds of her moans.

Using my knees to spread out her thighs, I settle between her legs, nibbling her jawline and making my way down.

Because her dress was already torn when she fled her cottage in Girdwood, I don’t think twice about ripping the rest of it from her chest to expose a tantalizing set of voluptuous mounds.

A long, drawn-out breath whistles through my clenched teeth, and the beast in me awakens when I hold her breasts between my hands and give a gentle but firm squeeze that erects her nipples. She gasps, arching into my touch as she squirms beneath me, and I press a sheepish finger to her lips.

I drop my head and latch onto one mound, running circles around her pink areola as I knead her bare breast. She whimpers and moans, her fingers running through the hair at the back of my head.

“Elias…” she whimpers, and I suck on her nipple before pulling off with a lewd pop.

Her eyes are beacons of heady desire as she stares at me, her breath unsteady as she bites her bottom lip.

“Aurora…” I drawl huskily, consumed by the intoxication of the taste of her flesh as it swirls on my tongue.

Her eyes sparkle with a radiant, soft glow as I hold her gaze and slither down until I’m at the source of her bubbling pheromones.

Like a bouquet of blossoming jasmine in the fields during spring, her core beckons to my senses, addictively sweet and musky.

Hooking a finger beneath the crotch of her panties, I give a gentle tug that prompts her to lift her flowing hips so I can remove the only thing holding back the full efficacy of her womanhood.

I drink in her scent through my airways just as I pull her panties away to reveal her glistening folds, and a feral groan roars from the depths of my being.

I’ve never had the pleasure of being ignited by a scent so deliciously inviting, and I waste no time in dipping my head between her thighs and plummeting my tongue through her moist, slick-coated folds.

As my tongue laps across her throbbing hole, pride swells in my chest as I realize that I’ll be the first to fill her to the brim.

A smirk curls my lips, my eyes twinkling with delight as I watch through hooded eyes how Aurora reacts to the ministrations of my tongue. She writhes and squirms against every lick, her fists curling in the sheets as her back arches off the bed, and she pushes her hips closer.

She’s enjoying every bit of this as much as I am, but there’s the epitome of this baser act that still must be fulfilled. I feel her growing closer to her climax, popping my lips off her to a chorus of wailful moans and protests.

“Elias…please…” she whimpers, her voice tightening my mischievous smirk.

I get up on my knees and slowly begin to peel away the layers of my clothing, sighing from the relief of letting my cock spring free from its confines. But Aurora’s eyes widen with surprise when she has a good look at my member, hanging hard and heavy between my thighs.

“I don’t—” she begins, her voice cutting off with a hard gulp as she lifts her eyes back to mine.

I coo to console her as I take my cock in one hand and stroke my fingers across the throbbing shaft, being careful to keep my grip loose. The sensitivity along the veiny shaft is heightened, and touching myself while staring down at Aurora will be my undoing.

“You don’t need to do anything, Aurora,” I assure her gently. “Just follow my lead, okay?”

She nods, her doe eyes watching me intently as I continue lightly stroking my cock.

The way her hair cascades over the pillow with the yellow light illuminating her face is a heavenly sight to watch, and it has me pausing momentarily. Her hair catches the glimmer of radiant yellow, and the tresses take on a brilliant golden shade, reminding me of the female figure in my dreams.