Page 22 of Alpha's Claim

Tears of relief started streaming down my face as the mist took him over fully. It took a few seconds for the screaming to stop, but once it did the black mist swirled up as if it were a fog in the wind and I watched it drift over our heads, and as I looked up water began to fall into my eyes. It didn’t burn, though, and fell looking like diamonds in the light. It shimmered, seeming to be illuminated from within as it fell down upon us. I looked down at Weston and burst into tears of relief and joy as I saw the brilliant rain was mending his wounds. I brushed at his eyes again now that the rain would wash the blood away, and he looked up at me and smiled. He sat up a little as he regained strength to kiss me softly. I returned it, cradling him close to me as the pain faded from my own body.

This place of magic had chosen us. As I thought about it it seemed ridiculous that it would ever have chosen the perversions and machinations of Preston Banks, but he had just been so certain he was right and I had been so certain I was going to die that it had seemed an inevitability. As I looked down at Weston I burst into happy tears, pulling him up into a sitting position so I could kiss him again.

“What was that?” He asked softly, and I smiled, shrugging slightly.

“I think it was the curse.” I looked up at him. “I think the grove chose us,” I whispered. The shining rain didn’t seem to get in my eyes. I could see him in perfect clarity, silvery rain dusting his hair and face and running in small rivulets of liquid silver down his skin. I laughed, again, inappropriately. This moment should have called for some type of gravitas, but I couldn’t help but let myself just let out whatever I needed to express my joy.

“The curse,” he smiled slightly. “Didn’t seem like much of a curse to me, honestly.” He ran his fingers over my shoulder slowly. “No curse could ever come for you, Cora. It’s not a curse if it saved you.”

“Us,” I corrected. “It saved you too. It must see something in us worth keeping.”

“I guess so,” he grinned, kissing me a little more enthusiastically. I returned his kiss, climbing into his lap as the rain continued to fall. “We must be blessed.”

“Of course we are. We’re together.” I said softly, running my hands from his shoulders down his chest slowly. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest, and I leaned in to kiss him with a little more heat. I wanted to solidify our union here, in the grove, under the rain. I moved slowly to straddle him so we could comfortably get closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved against him slowly, pressing my breasts into his chest. He groaned softly and reached down to guide himself inside of me as I moved against him.

I let out a soft, low moan and kissed him harder, settling for a moment before I started to slowly move over him. There was nothing else like this. I felt like we were the rain, mingling together to become one. I had never in my life felt so connected to anyone or anything than I did right now with Weston. I leaned in and kissed down his neck, sliding over him slowly. I wanted to take my time with this. It needed to last as long as it could in my mind, because I had never been so afraid in my life and now I got to be with him. I got to meld into him like we were one soul, falling in love with him again and again.

I moved my hands down to feel every muscle of his body under my hands. Every curve of his body was something I wanted to remember, to memorize, so I would never forget any part of him. Of us. These moments were going to be etched into my mind forever because I would make it that way. I chose to remember every second, every feeling, every ounce of pleasure I felt in this moment. My heartbeat evened out as I rode him and a small gasp came from his lips as I dug my nails into him gently. He pulled me in closer for a kiss as we moved in synch.

We were getting the hang of this, I thought. Each time we had sex we became more familiar with what we each needed from one another and what made us cry out in pleasure. He moved to keep one arm around me as the other glided up my body to cup my breast. I arched into him as I rocked in his lap, letting out a soft moan. I loved it when he paid attention to my breasts.

He rolled my nipple between his fingers slowly and I felt myself squeeze tight around him. This time he dug his nails into my skin before he moved his other hand down to my ass. I leaned in and bit gently at his ear, speeding up slightly as my arousal spiked. I desperately needed him right now and I could feel that he needed me in return. I could feel how he felt deep in my heart and I hoped he knew how I felt. I wanted him to experience himself through my perspective. I started panting as I moved faster, his lips moving to catch my nipple in his mouth as I arched into him, shocks of pleasure rolling down my body to deep in my core. It was amazing how he could make me feel so much with that mouth of his. I rolled my hips in his lap, making sure to keep my body where he could touch and manipulate it as he pleased. He knew exactly how to make me wet for him.

He seemed to get off on my pleasure and that was such a turn-on for me. I rode him more urgently, starting to feel that release building deep inside me. It seemed to be going by far too fast, but I was going to need all of him today. I would need every ounce of him to revel in the feeling of being alive and together.

He moved his attention to my other breast, sucking my nipple straight into his mouth. That heat and his tongue had me digging my fingers into his shoulders and rolling my hips into him faster. He readjusted himself to be able to help move me, meeting my pace instinctively. Being with him was like being with a mind reader, I thought. His hand slid down between us and I cried out in desperate pleasure as he moved his fingers over me, slowly massaging my sex. The pleasure his fingers were giving me spiked my desire again and I felt myself getting close to coming apart around him completely.

“Please,” I whispered softly, my voice low with desire. “Don’t stop. Just like that.” He kissed me and kept his fingers moving over me so perfectly. I was the one who changed the pace, riding him harder and faster as he pleasured me. Every ounce of pleasure pushed me closer to orgasm but I pushed it back to hold out. I knew it would be so much more mind-blowing to hold onto it until I just couldn’t anymore.

I was on a tightrope in those moments, holding on with all my might. I was tight around him and I could hear how it affected him in the groan of ecstasy that slipped between his perfect lips.

“You feel so good, baby, so perfect.” I couldn’t hold it back when he spoke to me like that and I came, arching into him and moving to get him as deep inside of me as I could. I felt it in my soul when he finished inside of me, both hands on my hips holding me still while he filled me. He swore under his breath and pulled me in for a kiss as the aftershocks of the orgasms wracked through us slowly. “You’re so sexy, Cora. Everything about you is so hot.” He said, pressing his lips to mine again. I smiled into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, running my fingers over his rain-soaked skin.

“You’re perfect, Weston,” I replied, kissing down his neck. “I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you.” He smiled up at me and moved to lay me down slowly without slipping out of my body. I felt the lush grass against my back and I felt as gorgeous as he seemed to see me.

Chapter twenty-three

Weston

IlaidCoraoutunderneath me, careful to ensure that there was nothing sharp underneath her. Of course, there was a trust in the grove to make sure she was on nothing but soft grass beneath her.

“Comfortable?” I asked softly, just to make sure that she was in no pain. She simply nodded and kissed me. I returned her kiss, cupping the back of her head to keep her lips to mine as I slid my tongue across her lower lip to beg entrance into her mouth. She parted her lips and slid her tongue into my mouth immediately, stroking along my tongue. Her mouth tasted completely divine and I indulged in the kiss completely as I began to thrust into her. I left the kiss for only a moment to breathe before I kissed her again. She was so soft against my skin and looked flawless adorned in the shimmering silver of the rain still falling on us. Eventually I parted from her lips to stroke her cheek as I just gazed down at her perfect face.

I raked my eyes over her body, turning my eyes to watch her face as I thrust into her. Seeing the looks of pleasure that crossed her face was the best part of sex with her, I thought. Knowing that she was feeling bliss like this because of me was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.

“You’re beautiful,” she said softly, keeping eye contact with me as she said it. Nobody had ever called me beautiful before, but I liked it from her. I liked hearing she found me attractive because I felt completely underwhelming in the face of her. She was completely perfect to me. I smiled and kissed her passionately, holding myself up so I could see as much of her as possible as I moved inside her. I loved every moment I was allowed to make love to her. If I had my choice I would never leave her body. Never. Being close to her like this, seeing the look of ecstasy on her face because of me, the feeling of being one with her was the best feeling in the world. I completely understood what people had told me about being mated, but it was better than I could ever have imagined.

I moved in to capture her lips with mine again, resting my weight on one hand as I moved my other to slowly explore her body. I wanted to know her by feel as well as by sight. I wanted to memorize every single inch of her skin. Of course I kept my hands on her breasts as much as possible. They were perfect, and her reactions when I touched her there were even more perfect. I wanted to make her feel how I felt. In the heat of my soul, I wanted her to know how devoted I was to her, every part of her. Somewhere inside myself I could feel her heart and it was nearly transcendent to know she must feel the same as me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be joined with Cora on a spiritual level.

The way the water glittered on her skin like diamonds only enhanced my need to memorize every single moment of this experience with her. The way she looked up at me through her eyelashes made my heart speed up in my chest and I moved inside her with more purpose now. I needed to make her feel as good as I felt. I needed her to feel me in her soul like I felt her. That need to be one with Cora drove me to lean in and kiss down her neck and shoulder. She wrapped an arm around my neck to pull me in for a languid kiss and I indulged in her completely.

“I need you,” she murmured against my lips and I gasped softly, stilling inside her to keep from coming at her words. It took a moment before I managed to start moving again, this time with purpose. I slid my hand down her side and hiked one of her legs up around my waist and she used it to pull me in closer. She wrapped her other leg around me and I gripped her leg in appreciation.

“I love that you show me what you want.” I smiled slightly, kissing her again.

“I love that you listen.” She grinned and dug her fingers into my hair, tugging it gently to pull me back in for another kiss. I picked up the pace, moving my arm around to the small of her back to get her to arch into me again. I loved how she felt against me- perfect, delicate, and strong. I loved everything I knew about her so far and I loved knowing that I would be allowed to get to know everything else about her. I couldn’t imagine how I had gotten so lucky as to be her mate but I knew I would never get used to it. Complacency was the death of a relationship no matter how close. I pulled her closer to me and nipped at her neck gently.

I worshiped her body as I made love to her, touching every part of her that I could. I loved it. When she adjusted me slightly so I could get deeper into her I kissed her passionately, dragging my fingers through her hair slowly. It was so magical with the shining water flowing through it, making her glow in the afternoon light. She was a goddess.

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