Page 5 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

And tonight, I watched her cry because I was an imbecile who couldn’t tell her that yes, we are mates, baby, and I’m hella proud you got your wolf tonight.

The minute she said, “So I can move on to a guy who’ll actually care about our bond,” I lost all restraint. I hated seeing her cry, so I did what any weak man in my situation would do. I tasted my mate.

The moment her lips touch mine, the last shred of my sanity is lost to her. This ecstatic feeling grows as I make her lips fully mine.

I drown in the tiny noise she lets out as I taste everything her lips have to give. And Winter? Goddess, my girl laces her arms around my neck, submerging into the pull of the kiss that has both of us starved and stunned.

The clean, sweet taste of her, the jasmine smell of her skin, and the submission of her body to mine have every dirty thought inside me roaring like a fire being fed flint, minute after every minute.

I can feel all my blood heading south to my cock. I can feel it painfully rubbing against my pants as it tries to reach out to what I crave most right now.

I want to taste every inch of her.

I want to see her cunt. Just one look. Just a little peek.

I want to take her right here, and the restraint keeping me from doing so seems to grow thin as I suck on her bottom lip, savoring her taste to memory.

“Winter,” I mumble against her lips. The thought of stopping the kiss cuts me from the inside out, but I have to.

I can’t go any further than I’ve done tonight.

“We have to stop,” I utter hoarsely, my words being the complete opposite of what I want.

But this is what I should want. She turned eighteen a couple of months ago. I probably took her first kiss tonight, and I’m not going to be the douchebag who fucks her and breaks her virginity in the middle of the woods whether we are bonded or not.

“No,” Winter lets out a shaky breath, and the first mistake I make is looking into her eyes.

Her eyes carry the same thing mine are carrying. Desire. Wild and crazy desire.

“Deacon, I—I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this moment, and you don’t get to say no to me after you initiated the first kiss.”

Seeing her stand up to me only spikes my already hot blood with fire. This is the reason why I shouldn’t have kissed her. This is the reason why I’ve stayed away from her and watched her from afar.

Her small hand cradles my jaw, and I hold it against my cheek, kissing her tenderly when the caveman in me wants to do more than kiss her. My right hand grabs her ass, hauling her tighter to my chest.

Winter lets out a small gasp, her arms banding around my neck again. I give her another kiss on the lips before pulling away to kiss her neck, jaw, cheeks, and every inch of her skin my greedy lips can find.

“It’s your first time, baby, and while I can’t promise it won’t hurt, I’ll make it good for you.”

Her emerald eyes dig into mine, and she smiles nervously, an action that makes my heart beat twice as fast. I should have told her we were mates as soon as she turned eighteen. I should have kissed her every time she came to watch me, thinking I didn’t notice her.

“I trust you, Deacon.”

Her words serve as the final straw. I take a step away from her, and my mate looks at me disappointedly, not having a clue I want to see every inch of her body naked under the moonlight.

“I want to see you, baby.”

The blush that creeps up her cheeks makes me smirk lightly. No one has ever spoken to her like that before. And no man has been intimate or will ever be intimate with her but me.

“Me?” She stutters. I’m momentarily stuck on staring at her creamy thighs and making my way up to the perky nipples poking out of the shirt she’s wearing.

“Yes, Winter. I want you on the ground, legs spread for me, with my mouth, fingers, and cock each having a taste of you tonight. You want that, too, baby?”

Her breath hitches, and her dilated green eyes pierce into mine before she whispers, “I want that.”

By the time Winter takes off my shirt and lies on it on the ground, I’m already on top of her, making sure I don’t crush her. Our lips meet, but this time, the kiss is more demanding and more needy.

I kiss my way down her jaw and lick the skin on her clavicle as I move down to her pebbled nipples.

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