Page 103 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

Her eyes did the same once over on my body, a long, slow drag of her gaze as she drank in almost all of me. The heat and desire in her eyes when she met mine brought my dick to full attention.

Fuck, I wanted her.

I grabbed the sleeping bag from the mat to cover my dick as I faced her fully and started babbling.

“So, bad news, unfortunately. I thought there was another sleeping bag in the back of my truck, but it turns out there was only one. I think Seb or Reid might have stolen it the last time they went on a hike or something. I don’t know. I swear, though, I didn’t know there was only one. I really thought I had two. If I had known, I would have gone home for another one or stopped somewhere and bought you one, but—”

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling of the tent. Yep. Bumbling idiot.

“So, long story short, there is only one sleeping bag,” I said.

She shook her head at me and grabbed the sleeping bag from me, unrolling it and unzipping it to lay it out on the thin camping pad on the floor.

“Wes.” She laughed as she got on her knees and spread the sleeping bag out like a comforter. “Wesley, you didn’t have to pretend to bring only one sleeping bag. If you wanted to snuggle me, all you had to do was ask,” she said, peering up at me from the pad, her blue eyes wide and sparkling.

I crouched down to her level, helping her spread the bag out. The horny, anxious beast in my head paced back and forth as he watched me. He wanted to push forward and help me, but I held him back. I didn’t need his help. I would do this my way.

I reached out for her cheek once we had everything settled, and took in a deep breath. “Sugar Plum, will you snuggle—”

Her lips were on mine before I could finish the question, her arms moving around my neck to pull her body closer. My hands grabbed her hips, lifting her so I could maneuver us down to the pad. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pressing her core against me and letting me feel through her underwear how warm and wet and ready she was for me.

I held onto her with one arm around her middle while the other balanced me as I lowered her to the pad, my hips settling between her thighs and my rock-solid cock pressing into her warm center, showing her how I wanted her just as much as she wanted me. A moan left her mouth, and my own answered it as she writhed under me, pressing her pussy harder against my dick.

My shirt on her body had ridden up around her hips, exposing her navy blue underwear to my eyes as I tore my lips from hers to gaze down at her as she lay beneath me.

Her cheeks flushed with desire, and her red curls spread out on the pillow behind her. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and her scent filled the tent, feeding the desire in my soul. She was so exquisite, so breathtaking. She was everything I never knew I needed, and I couldn’t picture my life without her in it.

I gripped her hip, squeezing it as her hands moved from my neck to my collarbone and my chest. Her smooth, cool fingertips played with the smattering of chest hair on my torso, making goosebumps appear on my warm skin.

My hips pressed harder into hers, and I tilted my head up towards the ceiling, my throat tight as her hands continued to caress my body, her touch cool but somehow leaving warmth in its wake.

Fuck. I. Wanted. Her.

I lowered myself to my elbows, my body hovering just above hers, and my lips met hers again, my tongue pushing through the seam of her lips into her mouth.

She rewarded me with another sweet little moan as our tongues tangled together, and I savored the taste of her mouth and the sounds of her pleasure.

“Wesley,” she groaned, panting as my mouth moved to her neck.

Her hands clutched at my back, her nails digging into my skin.

She arched up into me, pressing her small breasts against my chest, and through the fabric of my shirt on her body, I could feel her hard little nipples.

It took everything in me to hold back my lycan, to not slice down the center of the shirt with my claw and reveal her naked torso to my eyes. It took every ounce of restraint I had in me to pull away from her, and it pained me to open my mouth and say my next words to her.

But I had to. I didn’t want our first time together to be like this. I didn’t think I could hold myself back from taking her the way my lycan craved—to be dominant and possessive, to claim her as our equal and our mate. Our luna.

“Haven, wait,” I gritted out between my teeth, rising to my knees so our bodies no longer touched.

She whimpered as I pulled away, making my lycan growl and gnash his teeth at me in my head, which made it harder for me to say what I needed to say.

“Sugar Plum,” I grunted, “I want you. I want you so fucking much,” I told her.

“Then take me, Wes,” she murmured. “I want this too. I’m yours.”

Goddess fucking damn it, she had no fucking idea what those words meant, what they did to the primal side of me, what they ignited in my lycan.

She sat up and reached for the hem of the shirt on her body, but I grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, pressing her back down against the camping pad and pinning her there.

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