Page 45 of The Alpha Wolf Defying Fate

“Patience is a virtue,” he teased.

I growled low in my throat, the sound dissolving into a whimper as his mouth fell over my slit. My thighs tightened around his head and my fingers gripped at his hair. His tongue ran along my slit, the tip of his tongue circling over my clit before running back down towards my soaked opening.

The tip of his tongue swirled around the tender flesh there, teasing me with the promise of tasting me inside and out. My body bucked up to meet him. I was aching to feel him bring me to pieces.

“Please,” I found myself begging again. “Don’t stop. More.”

He smiled against my skin. “As you wish.”

My body jolted as his tongue explored the inside. The feel of him tasting every inch of me as I cried out. My body moved with spasms around him. My thighs tightened, my hands pulled and pushed at his head. I felt like I was being possessed, the sheer movement of his tongue seeming unnatural as he twisted and flicked it around.

“I’m coming,” I gasped, shaking my head back and forth as I arched against the ground beneath me. “Ayden!”

Light flashed before my eyes. Ayden’s mouth suddenly covered my own. The taste of what he had done to me was still fresh on his lips.

I could feel my body buzzing. My wolf howled in my head for more. I howled right along with her.

I wrapped my arms and legs around Ayden, my heels digging into the waist of his jeans to push them down as I ground myself against him. His hands joined to help, pushing the denim down as his cock sprang free between us.

My body ground against him more, the pure heat of my wolf taking over in that moment. I was all animal and from the feel of his hands as they groped and squeezed at me, Ayden was no less of a beast than me.

He pulled his hips back from mine, his hand helping to line himself up to my opening as our lips remained joined. He thrusted forward hard and deep, my mouth falling open to him with a silent gasp as my nails dug into his back.

His thrusts continued hard and fast. My hips barely able to keep up with him. I could feel him throbbing inside me. His pace never wavered as he pushed deeper and deeper inside me.

My head fell away from him, my breath ragged and hard to catch. I clung to him; my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

“More,” I gasped between breaths and moans. “Don’t stop.”

My words powered him forward. My body tightened around him with every thrust he made.

I could feel my teeth aching as they shifted to long canines. My eyes fell on his shoulder, the tender skin just at the base of his neck. I found myself tilting my head to the side, craving for him to leave his mark on me as much as I wanted to leave my mark on him.

His body slowed to a pace I could keep up with. Our bodies moved in perfect synch, the feeling of the waves building inside of me just as they had moments before.

“Ayden,” I gasped.

“Yes,” he answered, “come for me, Baby. Come with me.”

My nails raked down his back as I screamed out his name. I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder at that moment, his mark racing through my veins and marking me as his forevermore.

I leaned forward to mark him just the same, but Ayden stopped me.

He whipped us around so fast my body now sat on his lap as he stared up at me. I could still feel him inside me, his hips rocking slowly in and out of me.

“Just wait,” he gasped out as he nuzzled his face between my breasts. “If you mark me now, you lose any chance of a choice. I want the mark you give me to be because that is what you truly want. Not to save you from the monster of the Forgotten Realm.”

I felt a tad dejected by that, though I could understand where he was coming from. The bond was now just a step away from being fully completed, but that one step could make all the difference if either of us were to choose to reject the bond after we leave here.

My fingers traced over his cheeks, his eyes closed at my touch as he continued to rock slowly in and out of me. My own hips joined his pace, my lips parting on a soft moan.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ayden whispered to me. “Gods, I can’t believe my luck.”

I felt myself glow at those words, the dejection fading to a dull ache.

I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t believe mine either. I wanted to tell him that I loved him. That I had loved him for as long as I had known him, but the words wouldn’t come out. They merely rang in my head.

No matter how many times I opened my mouth to speak those three little words to him, nothing but a sigh or a moan would come out.

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