Page 26 of The Alpha Wolf Defying Fate

‘Don’t let him stop,’my wolf howled to me as his hands began to move.

I grabbed his wrist and kept his hand firmly in place, my eyes hooded as I looked back at him. “Don’t stop.”

A growl rumbled through his chest as he bent down towards me, his hand staying in place as his lips overtook mine. With his other hand, he found the hem of my shirt. The tips of his fingers felt hot against my skin, tingles of electricity sparking along my body wherever he touched.

“More,” I moaned between our lips. “I need more.”

I pushed back against him, our bodies rolling once more until his back pressed to the ground again. I pulled my shirt over my head as I straddled his waist, my skin burning from the slightest touch of his hands, so much that even the night air did little to cool my body.

Ayden let out a low growl, sitting up as his arms wrapped around my back to hold me against him, his lips finding mine with a fierceness that resembled the feelings within me.

His lips began to move to the corner of my mouth, working his way down my jaw and to my neck. I shivered at the feel of his tongue over the crook of my neck, the exact place where his mark should be.

‘Where it soon will be,’my wolf all but purred in my mind.

I moaned at the thought of it. His claim over me marked into my body for all eternity, just as The Fates designed for all fated pairs. My hips rocked against him in encouragement then, urging him to keep going.

“You taste like honey on a warm summer’s night,” he groaned against my neck.

I arched into him, his lips moving further down as his hands fumbled with the hooks of my bra. I couldn’t help the gasp as he succeeded in freeing my breasts, his tongue running along a hardened peak the moment the fabric fell free somewhere into the tree line.

My fingers grew to claws in my haste to feel his bare chest, ripping at the fabric of his shirt as his lips moved to my other breast. My breath quickened as his tongue and teeth worked together to tease the tender bud, his hands cupping each breast in place as he moved back and forth.

He shrugged off the ruined shirt as I pulled frantically at the ripped fabric. I ran my hands along the hard muscles of his chest, my hips rocking against the hard bulge of his jeans.

“Fuck,” he growled as my hands ran lower along his torso.

I let out a squeal of surprise as he tightened his hold on me and flipped our bodies, the cold grass tickling my bare back once more.

Ayden sat up over me, his hands grasping my jeans and pulling my legs up to remove the denim fabric more easily. His hands trailed along my thighs, moving towards my knees, then back up. Electricity ran throughout my body at the tender touch. His fingers hooking into the thin strap of my panties, a claw extending from his nail bed just before snapping the thin fabric completely off of my body.

“That’s for my shirt,” he whispered, his eyes on mine as he removed the tiny triangular piece, discarding it somewhere where it would never be found again.

He sat back and stared down at me, his eyes raking over every bare inch of my body. I could feel myself becoming self-conscious; thoughts of him leaving me here naked and exposed as some cruel prank coming to my mind. I reached up to cover myself from his gaze, wondering if I had made a crucial mistake in pressing for us to do this.

Only when his hands moved to the button of his jeans did I feel myself relax. His fingers and thumb popping open and releasing the caged member, that was the greatest evidence of his desire for me. I watched with a widened gaze as he slowly pushed away the last of his clothes and finally revealed just what I had been grinding myself up against.

“Don’t go getting cold feet on me now, Rigel,” Ayden teased as he gripped the base of his cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the appendage, his hand stroking along his shaft as pre-cum glistened at its tip.

I shook my head, pushing myself up. “Nothing about me is cold right now.”

I licked my lips as I leaned towards him, my palms pressed to his hips and my eyes on his dick. I could feel him tense up at my movement, a sense of satisfaction at the feelings of self-consciousness now coming from him.

“What are you doing, Rigel?” he whispered, though we both knew that he knew exactly what I had planned.

I could even be certain that this was something he must have had dreamed about, at least once, in all the years we’ve known each other. It was only natural, after all.

My tongue flicked the tip of his cock, his hands grasping my hair reflexively as I hummed at the taste.

“Sasha,” he moaned, the sound of my name sending shivers down my spine.

I pressed forward then, taking him into my mouth, my tongue running over the head of his dick. My lips formed around him like a suction cup, taking him deeper into my mouth until my eyes watered. I pulled back with a deep breath through my nose before taking him deeper once more, repeating the movement again and again as his breath grew heavy with stifled moans.

His hands tangled in my hair, attempting to take control of the movement of my head. Even his hips jutted forward, thrusting himself deeper inside my mouth. I let out a growl of warning to him, refusing to allow him to control my pace.

I felt him resisting his urge to thrust deeper, his hands still tightening in my hair, but nothing more. I smiled to myself as I moved my tongue along the seam of his cock, his body completely at my mercy.

I could feel him swelling inside me. The spicy taste of him growing thicker as I bobbed my head along his shaft. I could feel him coming undone, his control over himself wavering more and more with each passing press of my tongue and lips.

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