Page 18 of The Alpha's Envy

Lifting my eyes from the wisps of steam that have me hypnotised, my gaze lands on Jonathan’s mark, still fresh, pink and slightly raised.

With my legs tucked up underneath me, and a soft blanket over my lap, I stare around the luxurious but cosy alpha suite that’s now my home. Boxes sit stacked in the corner, all my belongings ready to be spread out in this space and my stamp put on it. There’s a desk in the corner, with a laptop buried under a pile of papers.

My fingers brush over my own unmarked neck, and I shake my head. I haven’t met the pack yet, but here they are, already being tasked with going out there to protect me against their neighbours.

Jonathan has work to do, and if I’m going to be a good luna to him, so do I.

There’s too much unfinished business to let Graham Reynolds derail me.

“He didn’t hurt me.”

I hold Jonathan’s gaze so that he can see I’m telling him the truth. His eyes drop to the faint bruises blossoming on my wrists, and he presses his lips firmly together.

“He didn’t hurt me badly.” I clarify, going up on my knees and resting my hands on his shoulders. “I took care of it. And I really don’t want to cause a war for your pack when they haven’t even met me yet.”

Jonathan goes to speak, but I press a gentle kiss to his lips to silence him before he argues with me.

“I love that you want to look after me, but I want to look after our pack. Graham’s father will defend him, rightly or wrongly. Nobody else deserves to be put in the middle of a pack feud because of Graham’s shitty behaviour.”

Jonathan pulls me close and sighs. “Are you sure? He’s clearly not well, Marie.”

That’s an understatement.

“His father can deal with that. And when he’s in charge of the pack, if he causes any more trouble, we’ll deal with it then. But not now.”

Hopefully, he’ll meet his mate and mellow, or she’ll have sufficient control over him to keep him in check. Jonathan has already assured the elder alpha that their wolves' jobs will stay open for them. It’s a small gesture, but hopefully, we can get past this, and things can return to normal.

“You can’t go near the bridge. It’s not safe for you.” Jonathan’s voice is calm and even, but his heartbeat is not.

That’s not a request, and I nod, readily agreeing. I have no desire to go near that place again anytime soon, and if it eases my mate's mind, it’s a non-brainer.

“Of course. And once I’m marked, and we can mind-link, you’ll feel even better.”

Jonathan’s eyes glow as he takes my face in his big hands, his jaw clenching as he attempts to keep his breathing calm and even.

“There’s no rush. When you’re ready.”

The bulge straining at the front of his trousers would suggest he’s more eager to complete the bond than he’s letting on. With a gentle shove, I push him back into the couch and crawl into his lap, straddling him and resting my palms on his heaving chest.

“I’m more than ready, Jonathan. I was ready before, and now, I’m desperate to have your mark on my neck.” Stroking my hands up over his muscular chest, I watch his lips, fascinated by their fullness and how I can tell his teeth are already descending behind them. His wolf is keen to seal the deal, and I know the feeling.

Writhing on his lap, I roll my hips forward, dragging my core over his hardness and whimpering at the deliciously firm pressure on my clit.

“You’re in shock, Marie. maybe we should…” His words die off as I nibble on his neck, sucking lightly on his skin and let my teeth drag over the sensitive mark. He shivers, his hands gripping my hips hard and pulling me closer to him.

“I want to feel what it’s like. I crave it,” I whisper against Jonathan's ear, smiling smugly when he growls, his fingers sliding up my sides to hold my waist tight.

“It’s incredible.” He growls, brushing my hair back from my shoulder and staring intently at my exposed neck.

Reaching between us, I stroke his hard length and slowly open his fly, letting his cock free from the confines of his trousers. I slide my panties to the side and gather my dress in one hand so Jonathan can see the head disappearing into my body as I lower myself onto him.

I’m so wet already that he slides in easily, feeling so good as he stretches me wide and makes me feel complete once more.Resting my forehead against his, I sigh contentedly and start to move, up and down, slowly building the heat between us. We start tentatively, reconnecting after our time apart and soothing our frayed nerves, but soon, our movements are speeding up, becoming more and more frenzied as our instincts take over.

“Bite me,” I demand as Jonathan holds me in place and drives up into me from below.

With a frustrated growl, he flips us on the couch, pinning me below him, thrusting hard and holding my hands up over my head.

“When I meet your pack later, I want there to be no doubt how committed I am to them and to you.”

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