Page 54 of Alpha Unbound

Her voice breaks on a moan. My name. Just my name, and it nearly undoes me.

I kiss her hard and possessively, claiming every inch of her mouth like I’ll never taste it again. And maybe I won’t. But right now? Right now, she’s mine. Her body arches for me, her skin damp with sweat and want, and my instincts coil tight and savage in my chest as I sweep her off her feet and carry her to her bed. We rid each other of our clothes and I lay her down with the reverence she deserves and a passion I can barely restrain.

I cover her body with my own. Her breath hitches warm and fast against my throat, as I press her deeper into the mattress. For a split second, it hits me—how close this is to everything I wanted but told myself I couldn't have. The way her body yields to mine, the way she gasps my name—it costs something. Morethan just the ache in my chest. It’s a debt I may never get to repay.

Elena tastes like heat and home—like everything I told myself I didn’t deserve.

But I take it anyway.

Elena slides her hand between us, wrapping her fingers around my cock. I inhale sharply—she’s warm, deliberate, soft. Her grip tightens in a slow stroke that makes my jaw clench. A rumble escapes me, half growl, half groan. I can’t hold it back.

“I've missed you so,” she moans.

Guilt tries to creep in, but I push and shove it down even though every muscle in my body is taut with need. I’m throbbing, barely keeping the knot at bay—one wrong move and instinct will take over.

Her eyes widen, lips part, and I claim her mouth with a fierce kiss. My hand moves from her breast—rolling her nipple between my fingers—then drifts lower to her clit, teasing until she moans and arches. I lift my head, savoring the sound.

“Luke, please—” she whispers, soft and aching. I chuckle. I know exactly how ready she is, how desperately she wants me inside. But I’m not done tasting her.

I trail kisses down her body, slow and deliberate. When I reach her breasts again, I suckle each until she begs for more. She trembles under me, helpless with need. I lower myself between her thighs—she parts them willingly—and I groan at her wetness. I circle her clit with my tongue; she cries out, thrusting against my mouth as she comes hard.

I don’t stop. I keep her climbing higher, plunging my tongue deep until her body writhes and she moans my name like a prayer. “God, Luke.” I lift my head to watch her tremble.

I rise, positioning my thick length at her entrance. “Open your eyes, Elena. Look at me when I take you.” She meets my gaze, wide and willing.

“I see you,” she murmurs, arms winding around my shoulders.

I push forward slowly, sliding deep into her. She gasps, overwhelmed, but I growl, “Keep your eyes on me.” She obeys, and the moment I breach her fully, she shudders and comes again. I thrust deep and steady, wrapping her in my arms as her body clenches around me.

Her eyes never leave mine. My canines ache—lengthening with each thrust as the animal within surfaces. Her scent, her surrender, fuel my need. I may be able to suppress the knot, but it seems my primal instincts to mark and claim what is mine are too strong.

My lips find the spot on her neck, just right of the hollow of her throat and my fangs pierce the skin. She gasps, pain flickering, but she doesn’t pull away. I sink my teeth in, biting harder, tearing into the spot that will mark her as mine forever.

She cries out—pleasure, pain, surprise—all tangled into one sharp sound. I feel her clench around me, feel her come undone with a tremble that drags me over the edge with her. My release crashes through me like a wildfire, scorching everything I thought I could control.

She shudders, her pussy convulsing around me as I drive deep. I hold her tight, thrusting hard, marking her completely. She cries out again, her orgasm washing over both of us.

I draw back and kiss the wound, nuzzling her softly, whispering in the ancient tongue that carries our bond. She may not understand the words, but she feels their truth.

I thrust into her again, slower this time, grinding deep as her breath catches and her head falls back, throat bared in perfect surrender.

That’s when it happens.

The moment sharpens—narrows to heat and instinct and the wolf clawing under my skin. A growl rips free of my throat, guttural and raw. Her eyes open, wide and dark and knowing.

“Luke,” she gasps, and she knows—somewhere in her bones, she knows.

When I pull back, my mouth is slick with her taste and the faint copper of blood. The mark I’ve left behind pulses with heat.

Her chest rises and falls beneath me, her body still wrapped around mine like she can keep me from disappearing. I want to believe that’s true.

But it isn’t.

Not for me.

Not for the man the world’s made me become.

By morning, she sleeps curled in the sheets, bare and soft and glowing in the pale light. My mark rests bold and red on her shoulder. The wild part of me howls at the sight of it—wants to crawl back into bed, bury myself in her scent, and never leave.

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