Page 202 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“You’re so cruel,” he whined, covering his heart with his hand.

“I’ll share with you as long as my luna isn’t mad at you,” Nolan said with a wink at me.

Wesley sighed and shook his head but laughed along with us. I smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “I’m going to change. The sun is almost setting.”

“I’ll join you,” he said, standing to follow me. Nolan snickered, and Wes shot him a glare. “Don’t even act like you don’t take every available opportunity to see Rachel naked,” Wes said, pointing at him.

“I didn’t say a thing,” Nolan said, lifting his hands, his lips twitching.

I rolled my eyes as the two of them continued to argue, walking into the slightly bigger of the two bedrooms, where I could see a long white chiffon dress hanging by the window.

I shut the door behind me and grabbed the dress, taking it over to the full-length mirror in the corner near the arched alcove that held the bed. I undressed, taking off even my bra and underwear, so the only thing I would wear was the dress they gave me, just as Cassandra had instructed.

I pulled the dress over my head, and as the voluminous white fabric floated down and settled around my feet, Wes walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He stared at my reflection in the mirror, his eyes skating over my chiffon-covered body.

The dress was almost completely sheer, with a deep V-neckline that went to my waist. The outline of my breasts was just barely visible beneath the bodice’s fabric. The fluttery sleeves ended just above my elbows, and if there had been any less fabric on the skirt, the outline of my legs and my butt and pussy would have been on display as well.

Wesley’s pupils dilated the way they always did when his possessiveness took over. I should have been ashamed of the way my body reacted whenever he got that look. I should have been ashamed of the dirty things I wanted to do to him and let him do to me anytime he got that gleam in his eyes.

But I wasn’t. He made me feel beautiful, treasured, and wanted, and I wouldn’t ever be ashamed of that.

I tracked his movements as he changed into the white linen pants they’d provided for him to wear. The way the muscles in his torso rippled and tensed as he dressed and moved had my mouth and my pussy watering for him. The size and bulk of his muscles might intimidate others, but to me, they symbolized protection and comfort.

Every cell in my body ached for his touch as he walked up behind me in nothing but those white pants. His toned and slightly tanned chest, with a sprinkling of chest hair, was on full display, and I wanted to run my hands from his broad shoulders to the defined muscles of his abdomen disappearing beneath the waistline of his pants.

His hands came to settle at my waist, his fingertips playing in the bottom of the V-neckline. I leaned back into his body and closed my eyes at both his touch and against the hoard of wasps swarming in my stomach.

“Why are you so nervous, Sugar Plum?”

“I’m anxious about what we’ll learn,” I admitted. “I’m worried about disappointing everyone if I’m not who you are all hoping I am.”

“I already told you, it doesn’t matter to me. You’re mine, no matter what. I love you no matter what,” he said.

His hand traced up the edge of the dress’s neckline to my chest. His fingers lingered there, brushing against the side and underneath of my breast exposed by the neckline.

“And what if they say I am Selene’s daughter?” I whispered, tilting my head to look up at him. “What if I am, and more people find out? What if I am, but everyone is disappointed because I’m not really anything special?” I added, giving voice to my fears.

His hand on my waist turned me so I faced him, and his other hand brushed my hair out of my face. “Then we’ll face that together, too. And I’ll kill anyone who says you’re not special.”

I scoffed. “That’s a little extreme, Wes.”

“Maybe, but I promise you, I’ll make them regret hurting my Sugar Plum.”

I reached up and kissed him, throwing my arms around his neck. My body pressed insistently against his, a moan leaving my mouth at the feel of his warm, naked skin.

His growl answered my moan and his hands gripped my hips, pulling my body away from his. “Sugar Plum, if you keep that up, I’m going to rip that flimsy dress off of your perfect little body and fuck you until the sun comes back up,” he warned.

“That sounds fine to me,” I groaned, fighting against his hold.

I wasn’t sure what came over me. But something about the sizzling magic on the island combined with the scent of the ocean and the flowering trees and how Wes looked in the dimming light had me ready to fall to my knees and offer myself to him, to let him take me in whatever way he wanted.

“We have somewhere to be,” he pointed out between our kisses.

His voice was deep and rough, and while his words tried to stop us, the desperate movements of his mouth and hands did not match them. His kisses grew more urgent, and his hands relented, moving away from my hips and up my body, caressing the sides of my breasts.

“We can have a quickie, then,” I said, my head rolling back as he kissed down my throat.

I moved my hands down to his abs, tracing each individual muscle before reaching the waistband of his pants. My hand slipped inside and wrapped around his penis, my thumb brushing over the bead of pre-cum on the head.

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