Page 44 of The Alpha Wolf Defying Fate

Tears threatened to fill my eyes again as I said it, the fear creeping back into me.

“Please,” I begged him. “Please, just help me. You’re the only one. I need you.”

I watched his face crumble at my words before his mouth crashed against mine again. His hands pushed my shirt up until he cupped my breast and his tongue swept across my mouth with a growl of desire.

I moaned as he gave my nipple a pinch, my back arching up into him, while my hands pushed at his jeans.

“If you want to stop at any time,” he gasped against my cheek. “If you change your mind, just tell me.”

I knew he meant the mark. We’d already done all of this before. But the marking was what he was so apprehensive about, not that I blamed him.

Once we marked one another, there was no going back. Not really. Even if we decided to go our own separate ways, there wasn’t going to be a moment in time where we wouldn’t crave the other.

My grandmother had once thought she could do it. She had believed that despite my grandfather’s mark, so long as she hid that they were true mates chosen by The Fates, that she could leave him behind and live her life happily. That, of course, never happened.

The pull between bonded mates is too strong. Even if my grandmother had made it out of the city limits and away from him, they both would have sought each other out again.

To accept the mark of your mate meant that you accepted them and no one else for the rest of your life, and in some belief circles, all the lives you had to live after.

I ran my hand down Ayden’s chest as he pressed his lips along my neck, my fingers finding the hem of his shirt and the hot, muscular skin beneath it.

“More,” I growled into his ear as I ran my nails lightly up his torso.

I could feel his body shudder beneath my touch, his body answering my command as he ground his dick against me.

Ayden pulled back from me; his breath mixed with mine as he stared down at me for a brief moment. His hand yanked on my shirt, pulling it over my head. My upper body was now exposed to the cool night air as he tossed the fabric to the side of his tent.

My own fingers gripped hold of his shirt, pushing it up over his chest until he bent over me to allow me to pull it off. I couldn’t help but admire his naked torso again, the light trail of hair descending into his opened jeans.

I swallowed hard as my eyes followed that trail; a teasing view shadowed by the jeans as they still clung to his hips.

He didn’t give me any more time to enjoy the view. My pants sliding down my legs and tossed over to where my shirt was. I shivered under his gaze. My entire body was bare to him now, and every inch of me felt like it was on fire with each goosebump that rose along my skin.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he sighed, his hand running up my thigh.

I sucked in a breath as his thumb pressed against my clit before pinching the bud of nerves between his fingers. The air soon released with a moan as he did it again.

I watched him through hooded eyes as he licked his fingers, the action somehow seductive as he locked his gaze with mine. He slipped his fingers inside me, my body arching into his touch.

“You aren’t quite ready yet,” he told me as he slid his fingers in and out. “We can fix that though.”

I could feel my body responding to the movement of his fingers as he skillfully explored me. Pleasure was steadily growing within me. With each thrust of his fingers, my moans became choppy and my voice was needy with desire.

“Please, more,” I begged, my hand gripping his wrist as if controlling his arm would make him give me what I really wanted.

He pulled his hand back instead. A whine slipping past my lips, a sound I had never heard myself make.

“Don’t be disappointed,” he said, his mouth moving down my neck to my chest.

He pecked a trail along each breast, nibbling each peak before making his way lower along my body.

“I’m only just getting started, Rigel,” he said before nipping my belly playfully.

I arched deeper into his touch, my legs parting around his body as he continued to move lower. I swallowed a lump as it formed in my throat, his breath hot against my cunt.

More bumps and shivers wracked along my body with anticipation of what he would do. I reached down to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, as I tried to guide him to exactly where I wanted him to be.

He stiffened his neck with a chuckle, the air from his laugh teasing at my clit.

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