Page 25 of Alpha's Promise

The hazy cloud swirled up again, encompassing his entire body as wolf changed back to man. When the mist fell away, he was completely nude and fully aroused. She let herself be drawn back into the embrace of the bed, into the promise of pleasure that awaited within the circle of Landon's arms. And as they lay down together amidst the soft rustle of fabric, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the fire that would soon ignite between them.

As Landon's bare skin met the cool air of the bedroom, Dakota's breath caught in her throat. The heat from his body seemed to radiate across the room, washing over her in waves. She lay back against the pillows, her mind a whirlwind of undulating thoughts and desires. Her gaze traced the lines of his form, lingering on the contours that spoke of raw strength and untamed nature. If the tales of wolf-shifters were true, what other secrets did the day hold?

"Perhaps," she murmured more to herself than to him, "reality is far wilder than I ever imagined."

And in that statement, she acknowledged the truth of what she’d seen, of what she had wanted—to witness the transformation, to understand the duality of the man who had captivated her so completely. There was no fear within her, only an avid fascination and the burgeoning awareness that she was connected to this paranormal existence in ways she had yet to fully comprehend.

The room pulsed with unseen forces, the shadows dancing to a rhythm set by their intertwined fates. Dakota knew that once she crossed this threshold, there would be no turning back. But looking into Landon's eyes, she realized she didn't want to turnback—she wanted to leap into the abyss and discover where it would take her.

“You’re beautiful,” Landon whispered, each word laced with emotion. “You’re everything I didn’t know I wanted, Dakota.”

His confession was a balm to the scars left by past lovers who had never seen her, the real her. Landon kissed her belly, releasing the butterflies that had been pooling in her sex.

A shiver raced up her spine as he moved lower, parting her thighs with a gentleness that belied his fervent gaze.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he admitted, his breath hot against her skin, “about getting your taste on my tongue.”

And as he explored her, devotion and desire merging in each caress, Dakota realized this was more than a physical union. Landon’s hands were a soft whisper against her heated skin, grazing her nipples and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Landon, maybe we should—” she began, her breath hitching as his tongue flicked over sensitive flesh.

“Shh,” he soothed, his hand splaying warmly on her belly. “Just feel.”

Dakota moaned as he silenced her doubts, her hands fisting in the sheets. The tension within her coiled tighter, each pull of his lips drawing her closer to a precipice that had always seemed just out of reach.

“Landon,” she gasped, her voice breaking on his name.

“Let go, Dakota,” he murmured between kisses, his voice raw with desire.

She knew she was building up to something monumental. He reached up, pinching her nipples, amplifying the storm brewing within her. The low growl that rumbled from Landon vibrated through her entire being.

“Landon, I, I can’t…,”

“Yes, you can,” he assured, his dedication to her pleasure unwavering.

The world narrowed down to the sensation of his mouth, the mastery of his touch, and the overwhelming certainty that she was about to shatter into a million pieces. When the climax hit, it was like a supernova inside her, dazzling and all-consuming. Her back arched off the bed, every muscle tensed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

“Landon,” she cried. The feeling was a revelation that left her breathless and clinging to the remnants of earth-shattering bliss.

As the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, Landon’s movements became a languid crawl up her body, his skin scorching against hers. Her hands found him, hard and insistent, as she wrapped her fingers around him. His breath hitched as she began to stroke, a rhythmic pull that matched the still-rapid beating of her heart.

“Landon,” she murmured, feeling the raw power of his need pressing into her palm.

“Are you sure, Dakota?” His voice was strained, the words barely a whisper against her lips. It was the vulnerability in his eyes, the silent plea for affirmation that undid any last thread of hesitation within her.

“Absolutely,” she breathed.

The corners of his mouth lifted in a half-smile filled with promise before his lips crushed against hers. The kiss was a maelstrom, devouring any remnants of restraint. There were only the two of them, the heat of their bodies entwined, demanding fulfillment.

His length pressed at her entrance. With a strong, steady push, he joined them together, and a soft gasp escaped her throat. The fullness, the intimate connection, sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her.

“Landon…” The word was a sigh, a prayer, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. He began to move within her, each thrust punctuated by a shared breath, a shared heartbeat. They moved in sync as desire bloomed between them.

The world outside ceased to exist. Dakota felt as if nothing could touch her, not the shadows of her past nor the whispers of any lingering doubts. In Landon’s arms, entwined with his soul, she felt invincible.

Their rhythm quickened, a crescendo of motion and emotion that spiraled tighter with every thrust. The heat of his body seared against hers, an inferno that promised to consume them both. She clung to Landon, her fingers digging into the cords of muscle along his back, each movement driving her closer to the edge.

“Landon,” she gasped, her voice hitching as the building pleasure coiled within her. With every stroke, he hit a depth that sent stars bursting behind her closed eyelids.

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