Page 4 of Fated to the Enemy Alpha

I didn’t want the reality of my life to ruin this moment. It was silly, but something compelled me to answer his question with another.

I arched a brow, a challenge in my voice. “Don’t you?” He looked confused until I added, “Mate?” I licked my lips as if tasting the word, a completely new flavor I’d despaired only moments ago I’d never get to say with such relish.

I worried he’d question me more, but the heat in his eyes blazed with the same recognition. In a moment, he was shucking off my coat, and his own hit the floor next. He dragged his claws down my inner clothing, the sound of tearing fabric sending shivers down my spine.

With the flick of his fingers, he unclasped my bra, and my breath hitched, the cool air pebbling my skin. He leaned closer, teasing the curve of my breasts with a feather-light touch before his eyes smoldered. His mouth descended to suck my nipple as his hand stroked the other. I arched into his touch, my body already melting against his. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me against his body as I whimpered in pleasure at the feel of him, wrapping my legs around him.

Whether it was the liquor or my own wolf’s possessiveness rising, telling me to take what was mine, I rocked against his delicious hardness.

I want you. I need you.

As I ground against him, a deep rumble reverberated in his chest, making the slick pooling between my legs gush even more—something he smelled. My back suddenly hit the bed. He threw me into the middle of it, his bright green stare positively feral as he stared down at me.

“I want to taste my mate on my tongue,” he rasped, his green stare almost glowing in the dim lamplight. In a moment, he’d rid me of my jeans, spread my legs, kissing and nipping at my lace knickers, teasing the wet slit beneath until I whined with want. I had never been this wet before, never so needy and out of my mind with desire.

The graze of his teeth on my soft belly and the slight scrape of his slightly shifted claws at my hips were just the right amount of rough. His hands made quick work of my knickers. When his tongue finally pushed through my folds, already so slick for him, I almost came.

“Ah!” I gasped.

My mate lapped between my legs as if he were parched. The pleasure building low in my belly engulfed me as a cresting wave took me into the haze of pleasure I’d been chasing all night.

“Uh! Ah!” I cried out.

He kissed his way up my body, his big palms, slightly calloused, sliding up my stomach as if he wanted to claim every inch of me. But I needed more of him. My greedy hands squeezed him through his jeans, eliciting a deep groan, one I already wanted more of.

“You in a hurry, Darlin’?” he asked, the slight smile on his lips and the scrape of his voice sending another shiver through me.

“I need you,” I begged, and whether it was my voice or my hands already helping him shuck his jeans, he stopped his perusal of my tits and hurried to help me with his jeans and boxer briefs.

Almost delirious with want, I drank in the sight of his rigid, thick cock, and I knew this was going to be the best sex I’d ever had.

My skin felt tight with want, and I realized I was already rocking up to him, out of my mind with need in a way I’d never been before. “Please,” I purred.

His thick cock nudged against my entrance, and I looked up through half-lidded eyes at the hard lines of him, that luscious green stare as mesmerizing as when he’d stepped out of the shadows earlier. “I need you,” I whined.

He cupped my ass, bringing me to him before sinking into me, inch by inch, filling me up so that I could only expel a breathless gasp.

Fuck.

My mate’s eyes shuttered as he gritted his jaw, and he let out a rumble. “You’re so soft, so perfect,” he murmured.

“Move,” I demanded, rocking my hips up, chasing that high he’d already given me.

He thrust, and I moaned, feeling the low build in my belly spark again. He pounded me against the bed, and I climbed higher. My fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling the tautness of his muscles as my nails raked down his back rough enough to leave a mark, something that made my wolf howl with satisfaction.

Mine, mine.

As he fucked me deeper and harder, my pussy clenched around him, my inner walls clenching and shuddering as another orgasm engulfed me.

“Oh! Oh!” I cried out, the shock of sensation shivering through my body.

With a primal roar, my mate found his release within me. My inner walls squeezed around him, milking every last drop he gave me. Yet, as I stared up at him, my body shuddering around him, I knew I hadn’t had my fill of him yet.

Along with the physical satisfaction flooding my body, a deep relief washed over me, so potent it was almost dizzying. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of safety and belonging. When I opened them and stared into my mate’s luscious green eyes, I knew that everything was finally going to be all right. Magnus Blackthorn and our arranged mate bond evaporated in the heat of this very real connection with my mate.

He’s here. He’s real.

My heart sang that he was my salvation, and I knew, together, we would face whatever came next.

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