Page 14 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

“Can I taste you?” he muttered, his question of consent blowing against my exposed body. “Your scent is intoxicating.”

I couldn’t answer. I only had the strength to nod, which was all Octavio needed. He became a madman on a mission, desperate to coax the orgasm from me. The burning hot bliss was an onslaught, causing every single part of me to tingle and relax. I had to lean back on my elbows because I no longer had the power to hold on to myself anymore.

With my legs wrapped around his head, needing him there more than I ever could have thought possible, Octavio licked and tasted every part of me. He alternated between plunging his tongue deep within me and massaging me like how he had done with his fingers and tracing the most intense patterns over my clit. I wanted to keep hold of myself. The anticipation of what was about to come tightened around me, stiffened my spine, and bounded us together. I wanted to pause at the peak of the mountain for just a moment to savor this feeling, but I couldn’t. With Octavio, it was impossible.

He pushed me, shoved me violently over the cliff edge and into the abyss of pleasure. I screamed and writhed as the orgasmtook hold of me, the tsunami of waves shattering through me again and again. I whimpered out his name over and over again because it really was too much.Hereally was too much. This Octavio was so much better than the one I had before.

“I’ve got you,” Octavio reassured me as I gripped tightly onto him. I felt myself drowning in the post-orgasmic bliss, which was lovely as I held him tight. “I need you.”

I knew what those words meant. He wasn’t done with me yet, which was just fine with me because I was nowhere near done with him. Just because I was a little bit sated, it was nowhere near enough. I needed him deep inside me. I wanted to spend the entire day with our bodies thrusting together until nightfall.

Octavio lay me back carefully, running kisses all over my face as he did. I propped up onto my elbows to watch as he peeled the rest of his clothing off, showing me everything about who he was. I was in trouble. I just knew it. It wasn’t just the orgasm fogging up my brain. I really did have a dangerous amount of feelings for this man. I so didn’t want to get hurt by him again...

But as he thrust deep within me, our bodies joined in the best way possible, I became utterly convinced that this was it for me. This was exactly what I had been looking for in life.

This man wasit.

EIGHT

OCTAVIO

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me like a gentle wave. The events of the previous day had left me with a renewed sense of purpose, a determination to protect Irina and her mother from the dangers that lurked just beyond the horizon.

But even as I basked in the afterglow of our newfound connection, a nagging sense of unease lingered at the edges of my mind, a reminder of the shadows that loomed over Irina’s past like a dark cloud. The thought of her having to change her appearance, to hide from her own father, filled me with a sense of outrage and sadness that threatened to consume me. Discovering the truth had angered me in a way that I truly was not expecting.

How could a father, a man who was supposed to love and protect his daughter, be capable of such cruelty and indifference? The mere thought of it sent a shiver racing down my spine, a cold reminder of the darkness that lurked within the hearts of men.

As I dressed and prepared to face the day ahead, I couldn’t shake the feeling of concern that gnawed at the edges of mymind. I realized Irina’s fears were not unfounded, and the dangers lurking in the shadows were very real and we might have to face them as a town.

For the peace treaties to work, we resolved issues as a town.

With a silent vow to myself, I set out into the world, my heart heavy with the weight of responsibility that had been thrust upon me. But as I faced the challenges that lay ahead, I knew that no matter what the future held, I would face it with courage and determination, guided by the unwavering belief that love could conquer even the darkest of shadows.

And it was starting to feel a little like this might be leading towards love.

Maybe that seemed fast in the eyes of others, but to us wolves, we fell hard and fast when we found our mate, and it really did feel like Irina was my mate.

As I gathered with my pack mates, the familiar faces of my comrades in arms lending me strength, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of reassurance wash over me like a comforting embrace. The weight of responsibility that had settled on my shoulders felt lighter in their presence, their unwavering support a beacon of hope in the face of uncertainty.

“We need to talk,” I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil that raged within me. “About information I have found. Information that might come to affect us all. Irina and her mother are in danger. The Bratva may come after them, and we need to be prepared.”

“Why the Bratva?” Mike asked.

“Because Irina is the daughter of their alpha, and she has escaped him and his horrible intentions. But he is not a man who will back down easily.”

The tension in the room was palpable as my pack mates listened intently to my words, their expressions grave and serious. They understood the gravity of the situation and thedanger that lurked in the shadows, and they were ready to stand by my side, no matter the cost.

“We can’t let the Bratva intimidate us,” I continued, my voice firm with resolve. “We need to show them that we won’t back down, that we won’t let them harm innocent people under our watch.”

My pack mates nodded in agreement, their faces set in determined expressions as they voiced their support for our cause. Together, we would stand as a united front, a force to be reckoned with against the darkness that threatened to engulf us.

“We’ll do whatever it takes to defend Irina and her mother,” Carolyn said, her voice echoing the sentiment of the group. “We won’t let the Bratva harm them. They might as well be part of our pack now because they are so connected to you.”

With a sense of unity burning bright within us, we set to work, preparing for the battle that lay ahead. But there was more. Ratty had found out more about our issues, and it was time for her to fill us all in. As Ratty delivered her latest findings, the room fell into a stunned silence. The implications of her revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a pall of disbelief over us all.

“Irina is not just any Wolf blood,” Ratty began, her voice tinged with awe. “She’s a descendant of the Romanovs, as close to royalty as Russian Wolves get.”

The words echoed in my mind like a thunderclap, the weight of their significance settling over me like a suffocating blanket. Irina, a descendant of the Romanovs—it was a truth more extraordinary than anything I could have imagined. I had only just come to terms with the Bratva connection. This was something else!

---