Page 16 of The Alpha’s Forced Plus-Size Mate (Silverfang Creek Wolves #3)

It had only been a day since the demons attacked, but it felt more like a week. Danny had been adamant that no one left the house—except for Saul, who apparently was trusted to handle himself where Faye and I weren’t. Logically, I understood—I was his mate, and Faye was the mate of another Alpha, which meant we were vulnerable targets. But it still annoyed the hell out of me.

Where did I even want to go? Hell if I know. All I knew was that I didn’t like being trapped one bit, and it seemed I was trapped more often than not in Red Canine territory.

The sun was dipping low in the sky by the time Faye and I settled at the small desk in the guest room. Shadows stretched across the walls, soft and hazy. Faye’s laptop glowed bright in the dim space, the faint hum of its fan filling the quiet.

She’d already spoken to her incredibly unhappy husband, but it was also important that we both speak to him together. My mate was spending every spare minute investigating what was happening with the demons and working with Saul to reinforce the warning wards on not just this house but the ones on the boarding house, too. So it was up to the two of us to give the Silverfang Creek Alpha a full run-through of what was going on.

Faye sat straight-backed, her fingers poised over the keyboard as she waited for the call to connect. I couldn’t help but notice the way her hands trembled slightly. It wasn’t like her—at least, not the version of her I thought I knew. Faye was graceful and calm, always composed. But now? She seemed as shaken as I felt.

She noticed me looking and gave me a tired smile. “I just really miss them, is all.”

The screen flickered, and then Hector’s face appeared, his expression stern. He was in his office, the dark wood paneling behind him giving off the same commanding energy he carried everywhere he went.

“Faye,” Hector said, his voice a low rumble. “Naomi.” His eyes scanned the screen, “How's it going over there?”

Faye took a breath, her lips pressing together before she began. “As you know, we’ve had an incident here,” she said, her tone steady despite the weight of her words. “Demons attacked the house last night, five of them, but we managed to handle it.”

Hector nodded. “Go on.”

“We’re all safe for the moment,” she said firmly, as if she was trying to reassure both herself and Hector. “But they were after Naomi and me. Saul and I managed to hold them off with Danny and Naomi’s help, but it was close. Too close.”

Hector’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. “This isn’t good. I’ve been sensing something brewing, but I didn’t think it would escalate this quickly.”

“There’s more,” Faye said, her voice quieter now. “I didn’t tell you this earlier because I didn’t think it was pertinent, but Naomi thinks I should. I’ve been having dreams. Nightmares about—about Sierra being taken.” She swallowed hard, her composure cracking.

“Don’t worry, Love,” Hector reassured. “She’s safe in her room napping right now. But do you think these dreams might mean something?”

“I can’t say for sure,” Faye whispered, her eyes flickering to me before settling back on the screen. “She was taken by demons in my dream. I—I can’t shake the feeling that it’s a warning.”

Hector’s jaw tightened, his hand running through his hair. “Faye, I know you want to get home to Sierra, but you need to stay in Athens. I’m afraid something is sending you these dreams to get you on the road back home, and something terrible will happen while you’re between packs. Don’t come back yet. Bunker down with Danny’s pack. I’ll handle things here.”

Faye’s face fell, her composure faltering. “Hector, I can’t—”

“You can,” he interrupted firmly. “And you will. I’m not risking you or anyone else. We’ll figure this out, but I need you safe.”

I sat there, silent and unsure, my chest tightening with guilt. Splitting them up wasn’t right, no matter the circumstances. They were mates, like Danny and I, but I sensed that it was at an even deeper level for them. Maybe because they had a child together, or maybe it was just something that came with time.

“Hector—” I started, but he cut me off with a shake of his head.

“Naomi, this isn’t on you,” he said, his tone surprisingly kind. “Faye knows what she’s doing, and so do I. Protecting you both and Sierra is all that matters.”

I bit my lip, glancing at Faye, whose eyes were glassy but determined. She reached out and squeezed my hand, her grip warm and reassuring. “It’ll be okay,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the tear glistening at the corner of her eye. “Hector and I both have mate bites. That bond isn’t something distance can break.”

I blinked a few times, confused. “Wait, you both do? Like, you bit him, too?”

Faye nodded sagely. “Yes. It brought us closer and made our bond stronger. As much as I’ll still miss him when we’re apart, I can still feel him here.” She tapped her chest directly over her heart.

Hector’s voice drew my attention back to the screen. “Stay vigilant. I’ll keep in touch. And Naomi?”

I straightened instinctively, meeting his gaze. Old habits were hard to break.

“The Silverfangs are proud of you. Take care of my mate, okay?”

I nodded once. The call ended with a soft click, the screen going dark. Faye leaned back in her chair, exhaling deeply as if she’d been holding her breath the entire time. I wanted to believe her, believe Hector, believe in whatever strength they saw in me. But as the silence settled around us, I couldn’t shake the gnawing worry. What if I wasn’t up to being an Alpha’s mate?

After I left Faye in her room to take a nap, I found Danny upstairs, leaning against the doorframe of our bedroom like he’d been waiting for me. His arms were crossed over his chest, the strength in his shoulders evident as his muscles stretched his black shirt’s fabric. He looked at me, his expression unreadable but intense, and for a moment, I thought he might be angry.

“Danny?” I asked cautiously, stepping closer. The sound of my voice seemed to break whatever thoughts had been circling in his head.

“I wasn’t trying to listen in, but I caught the tail end of your conversation.”

I frowned, confused. “Oh. Okay—?”

“Hector and Faye were talking about their mate bites,” he clarified, pushing off the doorframe and closing the space between us. “She marked him, too. Faye said that the bond doesn’t break. Not even with distance.”

“Oh,” I said again, my stomach knotting. “I didn’t know it worked that way. And when they mentioned it, I didn’t think—”

“That I’d want you to?” he interrupted gently. “I do, Naomi.” His hand lifted to my face, his thumb brushing softly along my jaw. “I want your mark on me so fucking bad. I just didn’t want to push you after we had to rush the mating ritual.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “You’re saying you want me to—so should I—”

“Bite me back,” he finished for me, his lips quirking into the faintest smile. “If you’re ready for it.”

My heart thudded in my chest, so loud that I was sure he could hear it as I stared up at him. His face was so close I could see the different shades of gray in his eyes. His hand slid from my jaw to the back of my neck, thumb tracing soothing circles there. The gesture made my skin prickle with warmth.

“Danny,” I started, but the words tangled in my throat.

“You don’t have to. But I want you to know it’ll only make the bond stronger. I’ll feel it, same as you. It’s protection for both of us. And—I want it, Naomi. I want you.”

His admission sent a wave of something fierce and tender crashing through me. I was desperate for comfort, for the security that his presence always gave me. But it wasn’t just about needing him—it was about wanting to protect him, too. To anchor him the way he anchored me.

I nodded, my voice too shaky to trust. “Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll do it.”

He guided me into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind us. The room was dim, the golden light of the setting sun spilling through the window. Danny stood in front of me, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the soft glow, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how this man—this tough, relentless Alpha—was looking at me like I was the answer to something he’d been searching for his whole life.

He didn't need me to save him. He needed me to accept him.

Danny sat on the edge of the bed and drew me closer between his legs. I hesitated, then lifted my hands to the sides of his face. My thumbs brushed along the strong line of his jaw, and I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. His eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze heavy with anticipation.

My breath caught as he pulled me closer, his hands settling on my hips. His scent enveloped me, the familiar mix of sandalwood and pine. My heart was hammering, but I was determined to stay calm.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. The kiss was soft and sweet, and it sent a rush of heat through my veins. The second, though, was different, less patient and more passionate. I could feel the hunger and need in his touch, and it ignited something ferocious in me.

I wanted this. Wanted him.

The kiss deepened, and I melted into him, our bodies pressed together, the heat between us rising. Danny's hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I was lost in him, the world narrowing down to just the two of us, and there was nothing else I wanted more.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes burned with desire, and I knew that look well.

This time, though, I wanted to surprise him. Danny Turner didn't give up control easily, but something told me he'd give it up to me if I just asked nicely enough.

Or offered him something he couldn't resist.

Mischief gleaming in my eyes, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. It took a second for his brain to catch up to what I was doing, but his pupils dilated once it hit him.

“Naomi, you don't—”

“Shhh,” I worked at the button of his black jeans,

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Fuck.”

I grinned. “I'm gonna,” I promised. “Just be patient.”

“Patience isn't exactly my strong suit.”

I laughed, finally managing to get his zipper down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and the sight of his hard cock nearly made me drool.

“Well, you'll just have to try,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss the head.

He shuddered, his hands tangling in my hair. “Oh, fuck.”

I smirked, then parted my lips and took him in my mouth.

His grip on my hair tightened, but he didn't force me down, just letting me explore him. I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting him, savoring his flavor. It was dark and musky, and it drove me wild.

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him as I licked and sucked him. Danny's entire body shuddered.

“That feels fucking amazing,” he groaned.

Encouraged, I took him deeper, the tip hitting the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I didn’t gag.

“Oh, shit,” he moaned, his hips bucking slightly.

I kept going, bobbing my head, working him with my mouth and hand. He was thick and heavy, and it was all I could do to fit him. Danny's breathing grew more labored, his grip on my hair almost painful. But I didn't care. All I cared about was making him come.

“I'm gonna—fuck, Naomi,” he rasped, “If you keep going, I'm gonna come.”

I pulled back slightly, just enough to breathe, "Good.”

With that, I picked up the pace, sucking and licking him like he was the last meal I'd ever have. Danny groaned, his body tensing, and then he was coming, his release spilling into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, then slowly pulled back, licking him clean.

I slid up his body, meaning to kiss him, but Danny's chain had snapped. As soon as he was able to get his hands fully on me, I was being flipped onto my back. Danny had kicked his pants fully off and ripped his shirt over his head before crushing his mouth to mine. He gathered my wrists in one of his big hands, pinning them above my head as he had his way with my mouth, dragging his lips down the column of my throat.

“I'm going to let you go,” he rumbled, “And you better get your fucking clothes off as quick as possible, Woman, because I have to have you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, a thrill of desire shooting through me.

His grip on my wrists relaxed, and he slid off the bed. I sat up, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. My fingers were shaking, and it was taking forever.

Danny chuckled, reaching down and grabbing the front of the garment. With a hard yank, he tore it open, exposing my bra. “Don't complain. I'll buy you another one.”

I was still laughing as I stepped out of my leggings. Danny yanked my panties down my legs, and then I was on my back on the bed again, and he was stretching his big, hard body over mine.

“This isn't going to be sweet or gentle,” he growled. “I can't wait.”

I arched beneath him, already wet with desire. “Good,” I panted. “Because neither can I.”

His mouth crashed down on mine, hot and hungry. My hands roamed over his body, memorizing every curve and ridge. He was perfect, and he was mine.

His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, and I moaned, loving the little pinch of pain. He kissed his way down my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck. Right where he had marked me. I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

He released my lip and trailed kisses down the center of my chest, his hands cupping my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, the fleeting arc s of pleasure going straight to my pussy.

His mouth followed his hands, and then his tongue was swirling around one nipple, his hand pinching and tugging the other. The dual sensation sent a rush of pleasure through me, and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips.

Danny looked up at me, his eyes burning with desire. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Good,” he murmured before moving to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body responding to his every touch. His fingers trailed down my stomach, then between my legs, finding the spot that ached for him.

He stroked me, teasing and torturing, until I was squirming beneath him. “Danny,” I pleaded, needing him to ease the ache inside me.

He chuckled, his voice low and rough. “What do you want, Naomi? Tell me.”

“You.”

“Oh, you will. But first, I have to repay you for earlier.”

As he spoke, Danny hitched one of my legs over his shoulder and lowered his dark head between my thighs. I bit back a gasp as his tongue stroked me, then circled the tight bud of nerves at the apex of my pussy. The pleasure was electrifying.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re delicious, Mate.”

He teased and tormented me, licking and sucking, until I was practically begging him for release. “Please,” I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets.

“Come for me,” he demanded.

And I did. My climax ripped through me, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. My body trembled, and I cried out his name. Stars danced in my vision, the muscles of my stomach clenching with how powerful the orgasm was.

Before I could even catch my breath, Danny was positioning his cock, already hard again, at my still spasming entrance and driving inside.

“Oh!” I gasped, pleasure mingling with surprise. He was so big, and I was so sensitive, but it was the best kind of discomfort.

“That's right,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrust into me. “Take all of me.”

My hands scrabbled for purchase, clinging to his broad, muscled shoulders.

“Danny!”

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, Naomi. So tight and wet.”

He picked up the pace, driving into me, filling me completely. I arched beneath him, taking everything he gave me and wanting more. My nails dug into his skin, and the scent of blood filled the air, but we were both too far gone to care.

“You're mine,” he panted, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you ready to make me yours, Mate?”

It took me a few heartbeats to even remember what he was talking about. All of my thoughts and attention were on Danny and what his body was doing to mine. But then it struck me—the mating bite. This was all a lead-up to me biting him.

“How—?” I panted. He tilted his head to the side, exposing the strong curve of his neck. The spot where his pulse beat steady under his skin called to something deep inside me. An instinct.

“Right here, Naomi.” His hips never stopped moving, never stopped giving me pleasure, but he was still guiding me through it. “Claim me, Mate.”

His words were my undoing. I leaned in, my breath ghosting over his skin, and sank my teeth into the place where his neck met his shoulder.

The moment my teeth broke the surface, a rush of sensation flooded me—warmth, light, a dizzying wave of connection that left me breathless. It was like I could feel him in every part of me, his strength, his resolve, his love—the same as it had the night he bit me, but this time doubled.

Danny let out a low groan, his hands gripping my waist as if to steady himself. When I pulled back, his eyes were dark and intense, his gaze locking onto mine like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Naomi!” Danny roared, every muscle in his body tensing. His thrusts were erratic, driving me across the bed until my hands were braced on the headboard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The pleasure was overwhelming, and I cried out, clinging to him as he pounded into me. My entire body shook, the tension inside me reaching a breaking point.

I could feel his energy pulsing through me, his desire, his need, and it was all too much. I cried out his name, the sound echoing off the walls as I came hard, my whole body shuddering with the force of it.

Danny buried his face in the crook of my neck, his fingers digging into my hips as he found his own release, his cock throbbing deep inside me.

We clung to each other, our breaths ragged, as we came down from the high of our climaxes. Danny rolled onto his back, pulling me close against his chest.

I was exhausted and sated, but I couldn't help the giddy grin that spread across my face.

“That was—intense,” I murmured.

“Yeah,” Danny said, his voice low and raspy. “It was. And now you're stuck with me.”

I propped myself up on my elbows, gazing down at him. His face was flushed, his hair tousled. He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

“I wouldn't want it any other way,” I said softly.

He grinned that wolfish grin that I was beginning to cherish so much. “Me either.”