Page 228 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

I won, of course, since I’d had a head start. And as soon as my cock came into view, her hands froze on the button of her jeans, and her heart stuttered in her chest, her breath catching.

A flush spread from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, and her already hard nipples tightened further. The scent of her arousal filled the room, potent even through her jeans, and sent my lycan into a howling and rolling frenzy in my mind.

I groaned and fisted my dick, already painfully hard and ready for Haven. “You smell exquisite.” I sighed, lunging towards her.

My hands replaced hers on her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them deftly, sliding them and her underwear down her hips and legs, discarding it all on the floor. I slid my hands up the insides of her legs; her smooth, pale skin pebbled under my touch, whimpers and mewls spilling from her lips the closer I came to her entrance.

I stopped at the top of her thighs, though, only inches from where she wanted me to touch her. She groaned, and her eyes squeezed shut, her hands clutching into the white duvet as her head tilted up. Her back arched, pushing her chest and hips forward as she sought my touch.

Her scars glittered in the dim starlight spilling in from the open curtains, a reminder to everyone who saw them how strong she was. A reminder of how she was a survivor, a fighter, and the luna we needed. The luna I needed.

And she was mine.

I let the pad of one thumb brush a featherlight touch over her lower lips, and as soon as I did, her hips bucked, seeking more. But my hands were already on her hips, turning her over, guiding her to her hands and knees.

Her back arched again, her responsive body presenting itself to me, offering itself to me to take. My lycan growled in approval, his primal need and desire to claim and mark our mate pushing to the forefront of both of our minds.

I stroked up the backs of her legs to her butt, which I massaged and caressed as my lips traveled up one leg and then down the other, kissing and teasing and tasting but skipping her dripping pussy. She pushed back against me, those needy sounds again echoing around our room, her toes curling against the covers of our bed.

“Patience, Sugar Plum,” I breathed, my mouth hovering over her center. “Let me worship you.”

“Wesley…” She sighed as my mouth finally gave her what she wanted.

I kissed her, delicate and sweet, taking my time instead of being greedy. I would claim her like a wolf, taking her from behind, but I would still claim her lovingly and with care, the way she deserved. I would savor the moment, savor the night I made her mine.

Her hips moved, and I let her guide my kisses and tongue, let her show me where she needed my touches. This night was about her, about her pleasure, about showing her exactly what she meant to me.

Her scent, her movements, and her sounds drove me to the edge, but I held back, held myself off from reaching down and touching myself as I pleasured her. I would come with her, finish with her as my teeth sank into her neck and I gave her my mark.

“I’m ready, Wesley,” she cried.

“I know,” I whispered. “I am too. I’ve been ready since the day I saw you at the lake, staring up at the moon.”

My lips moved up her back, kissing along her spine as I wrapped my arm around her, sliding it up to palm her breast. My body covered hers, my hand next to hers on the bed, and my penis lining itself up at her entrance. I blew on her neck, and her body arched and pushed against mine, a long moan filling the room.

“Please. Please make me yours.” She gasped.

I smiled against her skin and slid inside her, letting her feel each inch of me as I entered.

Her head fell back, her curls spilling like a wild red waterfall to the side of our bodies. “Oh…” she sighed.

I held her close, keeping my chest pressed to her back as she rocked against me, and I moved in and out of her.

As I made love to her, I thought back to all the moments we’d shared. I remembered her hugging me at Jack and Shirley’s and how she’d pulled away sooner than I’d wanted. I remembered her opening up to me at the park, trusting me, and telling me about her so-called parents. The night I took her to dinner and kissed her outside her apartment, the night I cooked her dinner, and the night I realized she was my mate—all of it played in my mind, reminding me of our story, of how much we’d shared in such a short span of time.

And then my mind flashed forward, flashed to the future. To that same image I’d once had of a little girl with red curls and blue eyes chasing me on the shore of the lake. Of what our future together could be. Would be.

I kissed her neck, finding where I would mark her—opposite of her scars like we’d agreed. It didn’t matter to me if my mark was mixed with her scars. But she wanted it on display by itself, in its own special place, and I would give her what she wanted.

Her breaths came faster, and her heart pounded. Her little noises of pleasure grew louder, and she moved against me harder while I kissed and licked her neck, preparing the smooth, supple skin for my teeth. She teetered on the edge, her lips mouthing my name soundlessly.

My canines descended, and my hand squeezed her breast and tugged at her hardened nipple. My teeth grazed against her skin, and she cried out, falling over that cliff of pleasure.

As her walls pulsed around me, I sank my teeth into her neck, making her cry again and shake with the intensity of her orgasm. I groaned as her warm blood filled my mouth, the taste as sweet as her scent.

The tingles under my skin from her touch exploded in a cacophony of fireworks, intensified by the bond completing between us. All of it combined created the most divine pleasure I’d ever experienced. I followed her over the edge, growling out my orgasm against her neck. My teeth sunk in further to make sure my mark took, that I embedded my scent and my claim not just into her skin, but into her soul.

As my teeth retracted and our bodies slowed their movements from the aftershocks of our ecstasy, I licked over my mark, sealing it so it would heal. I wrapped myself around Haven, her body curling into mine as we collapsed onto the bed, clutching and clinging to each other, still seeking the touch and pleasure from our mate bond.

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