Page 113 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy her, let myself get drunk on the feel, smell, and taste of her desire. My fingers entered her again, and her tight heat greeted me by pulsing around them, signaling she was already close to coming.

“Let go, Haven,” I murmured.

“I want to come around your dick,” she said, pulling on my hair, trying to bring me back up to the head of the bed.

“And I want you to come on my face first and then on my dick,” I growled. “Now come for me, Haven,” I ordered, flicking her clit with my tongue and then rubbing it with my thumb.

“Wes!” she exclaimed as her walls fluttered around my fingers with her orgasm, her clit pulsing under my touch and her hips rolling so her pussy moved against my mouth.

“You taste so good,” I told her as I peppered her swollen lower lips with kisses.

Her hips twitched and bucked as she tried to escape me, and I smiled against her entrance, giving her sensitive little clit one last kiss.

“Please fuck me,” she grumbled as I rolled her onto her back, her body relaxed and her eyes hooded with desire.

“With pleasure,” I said as I slid inside her, gripping her hips and pounding into her as hard as I could.

With her body splayed out beneath me and the view of her small tits bouncing, and the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my dick, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I spilled my seed inside her again. But I wanted her to come one more time first.

So I lifted her long dancer’s legs, putting them against my torso as I found the perfect angle to hit that special spot inside her pussy. Then I stroked her clit again, pushing her towards bliss once more.

I felt the tightening in my balls and the tingling at the base of my spine that signaled my impending release just as Haven crashed over her own precipice, crying out and writhing through her waves of pleasure.

I released myself inside her with a withheld roar, my lycan pushing forward to watch as she finished. The flush over all of her pale skin and the rise and fall of her breasts as she panted underneath me was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen.

I dropped her legs and leaned over her, kissing everywhere on her face and wrapping my arms around her to pull her on top of me as I rolled onto my back.

“Good morning,” I said to her between my kisses.

“Mmmm, good morning indeed,” she replied, resting her head on my chest.

I stroked her bare back with my hands, enjoying the feel of her skin and body, my nose pressed into her soft hair. I wanted more mornings that started this same way. I wanted every morning to start this way.

Her fingers danced across my chest with sleepy movements, her body and mind still waking up from sleep and coming down from the high we had just shared. I watched as her back rose and fell, and her breathing returned to normal at the same time as mine.

“We should have some breakfast,” I said to her, even though the last thing I wanted was to leave my bed or my room.

But our sex marathon had me famished, and I was sure she was hungry too.

“Didn’t you just have some?” Haven retorted as she lifted her head, and my jaw dropped in shock.

She winked at me and then hopped off the bed, walking to my bathroom and stretching her arms over her head, giving me a wonderful view of her bare ass and the side of her breast as she smiled at me over her shoulder.

I got up too, with some reluctance, and pulled a pair of sweatpants on before going into the spare bedroom, where Maddie had a stash of clothes she thought I didn’t know about. I grabbed leggings and a top, then returned to my room to find Haven already pulling my Stanford T-shirt on over her head.

I sighed in disappointment as the fabric covered her gorgeous body from sight, but I was more than thrilled to have her choose to put my shirt on of her own volition.

The way my scent lingered on her and in her after fucking her was wonderful but not enough. And it wouldn’t be enough until I could mark her, so her wearing my shirt was paramount in letting everyone know I’d claimed her.

Especially if she hung out on the territory with me while I worked. Which is what I was going to ask her to do. I didn’t want her to head home yet. Or ever, if I was honest.

I tossed her the leggings, and she eyed them dubiously, her face in a cute little jealous frown.

“They’re Maddie’s,” I said, and her face relaxed as she slipped her long ivory legs into them and pulled them up over her hips.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt on her body and snapped her into me so I could kiss her one more time. Then I took her hand and led her out into the kitchen. She perched herself on a barstool, her fingers combing through the ends of her fuzzy curls from our shower the night before.

I ground some coffee beans and placed them in the filter, then got some water and filled the machine so I could start brewing our coffee. After I started the coffee, I picked my phone up off the charging station where it had sat all night since I never grabbed it to bring it to my room.

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