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Alexander’s arms were warm and secure around me, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. The calm rhythm
of it chased away the fear, the doubt… everything outside that room.
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Lilith managed to get a picture of the car,” he replied. “I recognized it immediately. It was Sophia’s.”
I jerked my head up to look at him, making it spin. “Did Sophia hire someone to kidnap me?”
As soon as I blurted out those words, I feared I’d overstepped. Alexander still adored Sophia above all else-
he wouldn’t take kindly to such an usation. Surely he would say that Sophia hadn’t had anything to do
with it. Perhaps her car had been stolen.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “But I’m going to find out. And if that were the case, then I assure you, she’ll be
punished.”
I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t expected him to even entertain my statement, let alone promise that he would
punish her.
For a moment, I just searched his face in the moonlight streaming through the window. There was something fierce in his green eyes, something possessive that made my heart flutter.
“Thank you,” I breathed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for saving me.”
But just as my lips touched his skin, Alexander turned his head. Our mouths met in the middle, and suddenly we were kissing.
It wasn’t like our fake kisses for the cameras. His lips were too warm and soft against mine to be performative, and here, with no one to watch us, it couldn’t possibly be for anyone except us.
This was real.
And, Goddess, how badly I wanted this,
In that moment, a force shot through me that wanted nothing other than to hold onto this moment with all my might and never let go.
And so I kissed him back without thinking, my hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. When his tongue traced the seam of my lips, I opened for him without hesitation. The taste of him flooded my senses–bourbon and
woodwire smoke.
My mate. My husband.
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Alexander turned to face me, and without even meaning to, I hooked my leg over his waist. He gripped my hip and tugged me closer so our bodies were flush.
That was when I felt it: the hard length of his arousal against my groin. The evidence of his desire sent heat racing through my veins, and my body responded instinctively. Something deep inside of me stirred- something that felt an awful lot like my wolf.
But I didn’t have time to wonder if she was returning, because then he was shifting so he was <i>on </i>top of me, his lips never breaking from mine.
I must have made a small sound of approval, because only then did he pull back to look at me. His gaze wandered unabashedly across my face, my shoulder, the curve of my corbone…
And then down. Down to where my peaked nipples were visible through my nightgown. Down to my hips, where the fabric was bunched up and wrinkled. Then the soft flesh of my thighs, and even lower–calves, feet. Back up again until his gaze met mine.
The hunger in those green eyes was undeniable.
Nothing in me could possibly believe that what we were about to do was a mistake.
This was the most natural thing in the world. Two mates exploring one another, experiencing one another
for the first time.
That was precisely why, without hesitating, I
was wearing nothing underneath.
<i>“</i><i>P </i>and pulled my nightgown over my head by the hem. I
Alexander’s eyes widened slightly, tongue flicking out across his lower lip. My heart pounded, but I held his
gaze.
“You’ve seen me naked so many times now<i>,” </i>I muttered, tossing aside my nightgown, “but I’ve only seen you once. We’re not even anymore.”
Alexander ced one hand against my chest, pushing me back against the pillows.
“Let me taste <i>you </i>first. And then I’ll decide.”
The raw power in his voice was enough to make my toes curl. He slipped his hands down my body, over my breasts, lingering briefly on the gentle swell of them, then skimmed through the dip of my waist and over
my hips. With each descent, I shivered again and again until my thighs were practically trembling, but he warmed them quickly with the heat of his palms.
Slowly, he gently pushed my knees to the side until I was on disy.
Green irises turned as hungry as a wolf eyeing a fresh steak.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, scooching down until his face was level with my womanhood.
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And then his mouth was on me. The sudden warmth and wetness of his tongue was enough to make me gasp, and my back instinctively arched away from the mattress, seeking more of the sensation. His tongue swirled around my clit, then down across my opening, and lower still until I was writhing beneath him.
He feasted on me like a starved animal, sucked and nibbled and licked until I was a quivering mess. My clit was quite literally throbbing within minutes, unlike any pleasure I’d given myself before. Lights danced at the edge of my vision with each flick of his tongue, and when he slipped the tips of two fingers into me, I nearly splintered on him right then and there.
Only then did he pull back just enough to speak, his mouth slick and shining with my wetness.
“It’s just the tips of my fingers, and already you’re a mec
My cheeks heated. “You’ve never–I haven’t-”
he teased.
He tilted his head, fingers dipping in a little further. “You’re not seriously telling me you’ve never pleasured
yourself.”
“I have,” I admitted, and the heat in my face was on par with the heat between my legs now. “But not in a
long time. And it’s… different when it’s not my own hand.”
The mention of pleasuring myself seemed to ignite something in Alexander. His fingers slipped in further,
and I nearly cried out again, gripping the sheets. “Tell me what you like,” he whispered. “In detail.”
My throat bobbed, but once again, that raw power in his voice was enough to make me obey without him even using his Alpha Voice. Shakily, I replied, “I like it slow, but deep. And a finger on my clit.”
“Like this?” Alexander ced his thumb right over my clit, pressing into it as if it were a button.
“Yes. Like that.”
Slowly, Alexander began working his fingers into me, thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts. Once
again, within moments, I was nearly a wreck.
Only once I was a quivering mess again did Alexander sit up, gently extracting his fingers from me, and wipe
his mouth with the back of my hand.
“Now we can get even,” he said.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers trembling slightly as I worked them open. When I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, I couldn’t help but stare. Just as I remembered, Alexander was all hard muscle and golden skin. My mouth immediately went dry.
His mouth found mine again, tasting of me, as his hands worked at his belt. A few momentster, trousers and underwear tossed aside, he was fully exposed to me.
All of him.
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I nearly cried out just at the sight of that impressive member standing at attention between my thighs, and the soft whimper that did escape only made it twitch invitingly. Holding my gaze, he spat onto his palm and rubbed it along his length, then positioned himself at my entrance.
For a moment, the tip of his cock lingered at the apex of my thighs, <i>so </i>close I could feel the heat radiating from it. He lowered himself onto his forearms so he was caging me against the mattress.
“You look frightened,” he noted.
My throat bobbed. “I’ve never been with anyone. And you’re…rge.”
Alexander’s eyes flickered with amusement, but there was a tenderness there <i>too </i>that soothed me. “I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. “Let me know if you <i>need </i>to stop.”
I nodded, and he gently began to push at my entrance. When the head of his cock pushed inside, there was
a moment of sharp difort that made me gasp and dig my fingernails into his back, but it faded quickly,
reced by a feeling of fullness as the rest of him slipped into me, inch by glorious inch.
He began to move, slow and careful at first, giving me time to adjust. But soon we found our rhythm,
moving together like we’d been made for this. For each other.
And in a way, we had been.
My hips began to rock in time with his, seeking our dual pleasure. Soon, my own movements had begun to make Alexander’s voice grow husky, and I knew I was doing something right.
“E… Goddess, E…”
My name sounded like a prayer on his lips. Like the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
When Alexander reached between us to touch me where we were joined, I shatteredpletely. The climax hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I couldn’t help but cry out, the sound echoing through the room. I immediately felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment at how loud I’d been.
But Alexander’s eyes glowed at the sound, and he cried out with me as his own release imed him. His fangs extended, gleaming in the moonlight, and for a heart–stopping moment I thought he might finally mark me.
On instinct, I tilted my head to expose my throat to him.
I wanted him. Wanted this.
But the sharp and brief pain of his fangs nipping into my neck never came. Instead, as his shudders slowed and finally stopped entirely, he brushed a soft kiss against the sensitive skin of my throat before pulling out of me gently.
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I watched through heavy eyelids as he disappeared into the bathroom, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my pleasure. I didn’t have time to feel disappointed before sleep began to take me.
By the time he climbed back into bed beside me, I was barely conscious. Thest thing I recalled before I slipped away was his arms pulling me back against him, and his lips once again brushing the spot where he should have marked me but hadn’t.
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