Page 8 of Alpha's Claim

It was unbelievable that he could just keep going like this. Granted I had never been with another wolf before, but I hadn’t thought it would be this different. I had never been with my mate either, though, and I had been told the first night would be like this. Knowing it and actually understanding it were completely different, though. I had always felt it was an exaggeration- there was no way a man could last like this. My only frame of reference was human men, after all.

I stood and turned and pulled him back on top of me between my legs. My legs went automatically around his waist as he entered me and I let out a soft, breathy sound as he sated an itch I had never known I had. At this point I was starting to really give in to the sensations of the night. Weston moved to kiss and nip down my neck as he moved- more slowly now. It wasn’t a tender, romantic love making. We were both slowing to take a breath before we went back at it like animals. Romance was for later- right now I just needed this release.

When he started to move harder and faster I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails into his back. There would definitely be marks in the morning. Weston certainly didn’t seem to mind, though, as he just groaned in pleasure and moved inside me with purpose. This time he came first, deep inside me and I pushed him up. We moved together to get him into a seated position on the bed before I climbed into his lap and took my pleasure for myself.

I couldn’t help it. Neither of us could- He seemed pleased to have me take charge for the moment. This was a relationship of pushing and pulling, trying to find that boundary. I could smell that he was an Alpha and I hoped he could smell it on me. If he didn’t he must smell an equal at least. I leaned in and bit his shoulder, my teeth sharp and long against his skin. There would be bruises, but I made sure that I didn’t break the skin. There was always a possibility one of us actually gave the other a wound, but for now I was still in control.

Weston kept eye contact as I rolled my hips into his, nails dug into his back. Even with me on top he was clearly incapable of giving up total control. His hands went to my hips and helped lift me to keep up the speed of our passion.

This was everything I had ever wanted to feel with a lover. This rapture that we had together. Daily life was so far away from my head as I lost myself in it, feeling myself becoming more animalistic the longer we went on and I could sense he was too. I was so used to covering it up and faking being completely human that it was a release in itself that I didn’t have to pretend. Our sex felt so freeing and so perfect- there was none of the awkwardness of trying to find a pace, I didn’t have to feel self-conscious, I didn’t have to worry about anything I usually did. I was completely free. It could only have been better outdoors, and that was something we could work on later.

I picked up the pace and arched into him, tightening around him as my arousal ramped up. My head felt foggy and I let out longer and louder sounds, echoing his own. I lost myself in it. Judging by the look in his eye, Weston was right there with me. As we moved our scents mingled in the room and made just the most delicious smell. Sandalwood and Vanilla surrounded us and it led me on, demanding that I take my satisfaction from him as he took his from me.

I was in the perfect position for him to move his mouth back to my chest and it sent wracks of pleasure straight to my core. He planted his feet and started thrusting up to meet me as I would slide down onto him. We moved in tandem, perfectly in synch with one another, and I loved it. I knew I would love him. That was the point of mates, kind of, but this really brought it to the front for me. Weston was my mate, my lover for life. He was beautiful and I dug my fingers into his silvery blonde hair, gently gripping it to keep his mouth on me for as long as possible. I was so needy and so close. That time we came at the same time, something I had read about but had never actually experienced.

At some point we fell, exhausted, into bed and I just curled up on his chest on top of the damaged sheets. My body was far too hot to be underneath the covers, even the sheet. At some point the air conditioner would cool the sweat on our skin and we may need to climb under, but for now it would be unbearable. It took me some time to go to sleep, the tingling sensation in my body keeping me awake. From the pattern of his breathing I could tell that he was awake as well, but neither of us so much as shifted to get comfortable. I was too exhausted to even speak and I didn’t honestly have any words that needed to be said yet, so I simply lay still and caught my breath. He fell asleep before I did and I felt his breathing even out as he did. I stayed that way in silence until I finally drifted off, my head on his chest, curled up at his side.

Chapter nine

Weston

WhenIwokeupI had absolutely no sense of what time it could be. There was a faint scent in the room and after a moment I realized someone was laying on my chest. I moved enough to look down and saw a mess of shiny, black hair. For just a moment I forgot myself and where I was, but then I pushed her hair back and remembered Cora. I remembered the previous night and her, how I felt and what it was like when I saw her. As I saw that face, her black hair, her green eyes, her perfect body, and her aggression with me. I had loved every second of our meeting, from first sight to our eventual exhaustion.

I felt the cool air in the room and her stirring on my chest. She sucked in a deep breath of air, nuzzling her nose into my neck as she moved up my body for a sleepy cuddle. My fingers glided slowly over her back and her arm, treasuring each inch of her skin I could reach as we began to wake up properly. Luckily it seemed like both of us were on the same waking schedule- it took me time to wake up. Cora hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. The room was still dark from the curtains. As she made her way to the waking world she pushed up off me and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before standing properly.

After a moment she managed to get herself to her feet and stumble her way over to the curtains.

“Can’t wake up until I see the sun.” She explained, her voice breathy and tired. She opened the curtains with authority and the sun flooded the room to wake me completely. I squinted against the sun while my eyes adjusted. When I managed to open my eyes again I saw her, one hand still on the curtain, silhouetted against the day. She was absolutely stunning in the morning light, and I made my way to my feet to go to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“This is an amazing view.” I said softly, looking down at her.

“Thanks. I like to stay in shape.” She teased, and I grinned down at her.

“You’re certainly more stunning than the city.” I replied to her and she laughed softly.

“Well I’m very glad you think so.” She smiled, turning her attention back toward the city. “The view up here is really pretty, though. Honestly I didn’t even think about it when I bought the place. I was thinking of how close it was to the night life. I got very lucky that I found myself in such a beautiful place.” She looked up at me and smiled. “I got this place quickly because I just needed a place for myself, to relax sometimes. You know how it can be when you’re leading a pack. I intend to lead mine.”

“Your parent is an Alpha?” I asked. I didn’t want to presume anything- most people would assume that the Alpha would be male, but my own mother had been the Alpha of my clan. I would never make an assumption about something like that.

“My father is. I plan to take over when he’s gone. The only annoying thing is that the tradition is that our pack is led by a male Alpha. I’ve had his Beta tell him that the best scenario is to have him take over while I try to get pregnant and pop out a boy like some kind of incubator.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Anger dug its way into my heart at that kind of treatment- mate or not, that was no way to speak about someone. “I’ve been doing everything I can for so long to prove myself worthy, but sometimes it feels like it’ll never be enough.” I listened silently as she spoke. I wanted to respect her decision to open up with me so soon. She was just rolling a red carpet out from me to her heart and I couldn’t help but feel so incredibly special because of it.

“I understand.” I said softly. “To be honest I still don’t know if I’m doing the right thing yet. I don’t have any lack of confidence for the most part, but my mother left such a huge shadow to move out of and become my own man. The Alpha of a whole pack. There have been some whispers that I’m too young. That’s about the worst I’ve gotten and it upsets me- I’ve spent my whole life learning how to lead well and just because I’m young they discount me. I can’t imagine how angry you must get because of talk like that.”

“Yeah. I’m still working on not letting that anger get the best of me. It’s not always useful.” She grinned and turned, moving to take my hand. “Let’s talk over food. I’m starving but I want to know everything about you. There’s a cute little bistro down the street if you want to go. They have an amazing brunch menu.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ve never really done a brunch before.” She laughed and patted my arm fondly. “We didn’t go out to eat much.” I couldn’t help but grin like a dope in the face of those glittering green eyes of hers. I would have fallen into them forever if I could. She smelled of wood, sandalwood. The forest during a storm, water splashing on the earth. She was intoxicating to me, filling all of my senses. I could still taste her on my lips. I leaned in for a soft kiss before she had a chance to reply.

“A brunch,” she giggled, squeezing my hand and pulling me toward the bedroom. “I look forward to being your first brunch partner.” Her voice was light and playful. “Oh- your clothes. I ruined your shirt- I think I have a shirt you can wear somewhere in my closet. Might be a bit big on you, but better big than small.”

“True,” I grinned. She turned and tossed the shirt to me and I could tell just by looking at it that it was definitely too big for me. I pulled it on and raised an eyebrow at Cora. She laughed at the image of me in this ridiculous oversized shirt. “Why do you even have this?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s flannel. Women don’t get real flannel and on cold nights it’s really nice to just curl up in that shirt and read a good book or something. Here,” she grabbed a bag off of her nightstand and pulled out a couple of safety pins. “It’s not a perfect solution, but it’s better than looking like you’re in your dad’s clothes.” I laughed at that and let her adjust the shirt for me.

It didn’t take long for us to get ready and get on the road. Cora led me down the street to what was objectively a cute little bistro. We walked past the little fence that gated in the patio and she led me straight to a table. I read through the menu fairly quickly, deciding on poached eggs on toast with whatever they would come with, and gave in to Cora’s order to get a mimosa.

“So,” I started, sipping the admittedly tasty drink. “I have never done this before. What I do know is that with me as an Alpha and you the next in line to be Alpha we’ll need to talk about merging our packs at some point.” She smiled brightly at me and I felt myself melt a little in the face of her happiness. I always wanted her to feel like this. “We’re partners. It stands to reason we’d both lead.”

“That was exactly my thought. After this, we should probably head back to Schuylkill so we can speak to our people. ” Cora said, leaning forward on the table. “It’s really refreshing for someone to see me as the future Alpha of my clan rather than the over-eager daughter getting too big for my britches. I mean I have plenty of supporters too, but up in the political classes things are a lot more borne on tradition.” She shrugged. “It’s nice to not have that with you.”

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