Page 203 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

Another rough growl escaped him. In a flash, he had his pants tugged down just enough so his cock sprang free, and me up in his arms, my dress lifted around my waist so my naked pussy hovered over his penis.

He turned and slammed my back against the wall, one arm bracing him, the other tightly wrapped around my waist. With one smooth thrust, he entered me, both of us groaning simultaneously as we connected and became one, his forehead pressing into my chest between my breasts.

I clutched at his shoulders as he moved in and out of me in rough, frantic thrusts. His arm around my waist lifted and lowered me in sync with his thrusts, and he kissed every inch of exposed skin on my chest and neck, sometimes nipping at the skin and sometimes sucking so hard I was sure he was leaving hickeys behind.

Between the heady atmosphere on the island and the amount of times we’d been interrupted over the last few days, my body was close to its orgasm after only a few minutes.

“Wesley,” I gasped, my body arching into his as he kissed that sensitive spot on my neck—my marking spot. “Wesley, please.”

“Do you want to come?” he asked, his tongue swirling over my skin.

“Yes,” I moaned, scratching at his back from the buildup, the anticipation, and my struggle to hold it in.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Put your fingers on your needy little clit and rub it until you fall apart around my cock.”

I moaned again at his words, at the way my pussy clenched at the thought of doing what he told me. His head moved out of my neck, and he watched as my hand moved down my body and did as he commanded.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled as my fingers circled and teased my clit. “So fucking perfect.”

My breath was ragged, and so fast I couldn’t get any words or sounds out aside from my whines, moans, and whimpers. Being with him, feeling him inside me, becoming one with him—it was more overwhelming and satisfying every time.

My body tensed, and I cried out, warmth spreading throughout my body. I kept my fingers on my clit as I came, my hips grinding against him desperately.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his body tensing as he neared his own release. The tendons in his neck flexed, and his eyes squeezed shut for a split second before springing back open to continue watching me as I came. “Oh, fuck yes. Just like that Haven. Just… like—”

His own cry cut off his words, and he pulsed and released inside me. He slammed up into me one last time, and I opened my mouth in a silent cry. My body fell forward against his, my arm trapped between us as I kept touching myself, working myself through the waves of my seemingly unending orgasm.

He wrapped his other arm around me and held me against his chest, his hand playing with the strands of my hair as we both caught our breath.

The peace and calm that settled over me after joining with him soothed my frazzled mind and my nerves. I didn’t care anymore what the result of our meeting with the oracle was. I would always have him, always have our connection to rely on.

And that was enough for me.

CHAPTER 69

WESLEY

Once Haven and I had straightened ourselves out after our quickie, we left the villa with Nolan and Cassandra, following them through the winding stone paths of the island towards the center. The starlight glinted off the white houses, and the scent of the blossoming bougainvillea trees mixed with the salty brine of the seawater and invaded my senses.

It was that exact scent that had awoken that desperate, aching need in me while we were getting ready. That, and the swirling magic of the island and the way Haven looked in that almost see-through dress.

I inhaled again and caught another whiff of our mixed scents underneath the smells of the island, the scent of my cum lingering between her legs. I didn’t let her wash it off. Not with that dress she had to wear. Not with the way it hinted at what lay underneath. That scent would warn off any wandering eyes.

Luckily, the dim light from the darkened sky prevented her dress from being too sheer. Had we been in the sun, I’m sure there would be nothing left to the imagination. But under the light of the stars and the pitch-black night sky, there was only a subtle glimpse of the small swell of her breasts and the curve of her ass and thighs as they extended beneath the billowing fabric of the skirt.

We reached a stone archway covered in jasmine. We could see nothing beyond the archway as the path curved back into dense hedges, vines, and trees.

“You two may continue on,” Cassandra said, stopping just on this side of the arch. “Your gamma and I will wait for you back at your lodgings.”

“Nolan can’t join us?” I asked, my brow furrowed.

I glanced at my gamma, at the matching frown on his face. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and looked at Cassandra.

“Only those seeking answers may enter the sacred grounds,” she said.

“Then why did I have to wear this?” Nolan asked, gesturing at the white linen pants similar to mine that offset his caramel skin.

“It is custom.” She shrugged, then smiled at Haven and me. “Just follow the path. It will take you directly to the temple.”

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