Page 8 of Alpha's Unclaimed Mate

The conversation remains light, mostly focusing on her son Max, until we finish our sandwiches. Then she says, “I’m hoping Max finds a good friend, like how you and Theron found each other.”

I press my lips together and wipe the crumbs off my face.

“He was a lonely child until you were taken in by the Blackwoods.”

“Yeah, we were friends right from the beginning,” I whisper.

“You were practically inseparable as kids, always running around together.” Her gaze flickers to me for a fleeting moment, searching my eyes. “But did Theron ever give any indication he wanted something more than friendship?”

The memory of my eighteenth birthday flits through my head. The details are as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

“Fuck! I love your skin.”

Theron’s frantic lips trace a heated trail from my cheeks, along my jawline, down to my neck. I lean heavily against the wall behind me, not trusting my legs to support me.

“God! You feel so fucking good.”

His voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it, almost a growl. I place my palms on either side of his face, noticing the dark intensity in his eyes.

“Titan?”

He moves back to my lips, brushing his against mine. “I love kissing you, my Seren.”

I giggle when his hands reach my waist, his fingers lightly tickling me. Using the distraction, he deftly removes my T-shirt, leaving me in just my bra.

My hands immediately rise to cover my modest breasts, alongstanding insecurity of mine, but Titan gently pushes my hands down.

“No, please, I want to see. I’ve waited so long.”

His voice holds a mix of pain and longing that melts my resistance. I stare into his eyes, seeing raw desire and vulnerability shining in their depths.

With a swift movement, he unhooks my bra and peels it off me. A primal howl erupts from deep in his chest as he grabs my breasts, fondling them.

“Say you’re mine,” he breathes in my ear, as if I have any option or desire to be with anyone else. I’ve always wanted us to be together. It’s been so hard seeing him with other girls. Every night he’s with someone else is like torture for me.

“Say it,” he growls again.

“I’m yours. Always.”

He exhales a deep breath, as if everything is suddenly right in his world, before leaning in and taking one of my breasts into his mouth, rolling his lips around the hardened nipple, sucking, squeezing, biting—driving me crazy.

“Titan,” I moan, and he chuckles, breaking contact.

“It’s Theron, sweetheart.”

The sensations of his mouth send shockwaves of pleasure through me. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, wanting him to take more of me.

I freeze when his roaming hand dips between my legs, tracing patterns on the fabric that separates him from my deepest desires.

I whimper, wanting more, and he pushes the fabric aside, his fingers finally touching me.

“So wet for me,” he whispers.

He comes up again, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss before he murmurs against my lips, “Happy birthday, my Seren-hen.”

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”

Ella’s sharp voice jolts me back to the present. I cup my face with both palms, rubbing it, trying to wipe out any traces of the memory racing through my head.

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