Page 231 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“I know.” She chuckled. “You were made to dance. I would not gift you something that would render you incapable of doing the thing you love most, the thing that has brought you joy since you were a young girl.”

“Thank you,” I breathed. “I-I know what I want,” I told her with a smile.

WESLEY

“Hey, pen pal,” Haven murmured, pulling me out of my deep, dreamless sleep.

I grumbled and tensed, hugging her body closer to mine. My limbs felt heavy, reluctant to leave the restorative slumber I was in. After our mating and marking, we’d both drifted off quickly in our haze of euphoria, our bodies still tangled together.

I burrowed my nose into her neck, finding my mark by the scent alone and trailing my nose along it, feeling the raised skin now there on her neck, forever showing everyone she had been claimed by me. That she was mine.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she cooed again, her hand rubbing my forearm holding her in place.

“I don’t want to,” I grunted, kissing her mark and squeezing her tighter.

She shivered but pushed at my arm, turning herself to face me. I allowed her that one movement. Then my arms were back around her in a vise grip, keeping her trapped in my warmth, keeping her soft, beautiful body touching all of mine.

“Mmm,” I hummed, my lips finding her mark again as my hand traveled from her hip up her tight stomach to her chest. “I do prefer this position,” I growled, squeezing her breast and rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

With our completed mate bond, every caress of my hands on her skin felt even better, her body responding even more to each stroke of my fingertips. Through our link to each other, I could sense her burgeoning desire, stronger than ever, pulling me with her into a whirlpool of want and need.

Oh, how I needed her again already. Even in my half-asleep state, I was drawn to her body, needing to feel her wrapped around me again, especially now that our bond was complete.

I rolled her onto her back, holding myself just above her body on my forearms, my face still buried in her neck. I settled my hardening cock between her already wet pussy lips, rubbing the length of it along her entrance.

“Wesley!” she gasped, a moan following her exclamation. “Wesley, wait, I-I’m trying to show you something.”

Her hands clutched at my upper arms, her body writhing against mine, her clit pulsing with need. But as I woke up more from the jasmine and plum circling around the room and filling my nose and the arousal we both felt from ourselves and from each other through the bond, I realized something.

I pulled my head out of her neck, away from my mark, and snapped my eyes open, looking at her face.

“Show me again,” I murmured, lowering my gaze to her mouth as I waited for her to talk once more.

“Hey there, pen pal,” she said.

Except, her voice didn’t float out into the space between our faces. It didn’t wander through the air and work its way into my ears.

No. It sounded directly in my head, in my mind. Her mouth didn’t move at all, but I heard her words all the same.

A mindlink.

A mindlink from my mate.

“Did you just—”

She nodded, silver lining her eyelids as she watched the emotions play across my face and felt all of them through the bond.

“How?” I asked the only word I could get out, the only word I could think of.

“Selene,” she whispered. “It was her gift to me. The gift I asked her to give me. She offered me one gift, and this is what I chose. The ability to mindlink you and the rest of the pack.”

I laughed and dropped my forehead to her chest, my body shaking with the mixture of laughter and happy, grateful tears.

“Of all the things you could have asked her to give you, you chose mindlinking?” I replied to her in her mind, lifting my chin to watch her reaction.

Her smile grew as my voice filled her mind, her laughter joining mine in our bedroom.

“I didn’t want magic or super strength or anything like that,” she told me, continuing to speak in the link. “I have no use for any of that. And it would be difficult to explain me suddenly having a very noticeable power or gift if we’re keeping my identity a secret. This way, no one has to know except the pack.”

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