Page 8 of Alpha's Fate

I thanked whatever Gods were out there that I was a shifter and could just go again and again rather than having to wait between sessions. My body moved on instinct and I guided myself into her, moving hard and fast immediately. I needed it, needed the release. Something in me liked the idea of showing the watcher that we weren’t afraid. I gripped her hips and pulled them back from the stone so they weren’t striking it every time I thrust into her. She arched back into me anyways.

“Please, oh my God, this is perfect- don’t stop!”She pleaded. I just placed a hand on the small of her back and kept the same pace until she was whimpering for me to go harder, faster, and fill her up again and again. I couldn’t stand it. She was so perfect and I loved her begging for me. It was intense and amazing, so very Cora. I moved inside her as she needed me to, as she pleaded for me to. I couldn’t help it. Her body squeezed around me as I moved and I could tell she was getting close again. When I felt it I slowed and gentled my thrusts, pulling us back from the edge. I wanted to savor this. To savor her, her gorgeous body, and all of her expressions. Everything about her was beautiful and I loved it. My heart and soul moved for her as we made love, enjoying the peace of being with her.

I felt her sigh, a soft complaint about the change of pace.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I said softly, running my hand up her back slowly as we moved. “I can hardly stand to look at you sometimes because your beauty shines so bright.”

“You’re so cheesy,” she smiled, arching up onto her elbows to look back at me. “I love it.” She leaned back and pushed me gently, moving herself to lay back on the blanket, arms over her head. “I need you.”

“I need you too.” I moved to slip back in, leaning down to kiss her softly. “I always need you. For everything.”

She smiled up at me and pulled me in for another kiss as I started moving inside of her again. I kept the pace slow and gentle to keep the pace for as long as I could. I wanted to feel her, love her, and make her feel how loved she was. As I moved inside her it felt like magic, like the joining of our souls together.

Cora wrapped her legs around my waist, and I leaned down to kiss down her neck and chest, moving to latch my mouth on her nipple gently. My tongue slid over her nipple as I sucked it into my mouth, rolling around the peak slowly as she moaned softly, gently gripping the back of my head. With one hand I cupped her other breast and thumbed over her erect nipple gently.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, and I didn’t. I couldn’t with her pleading. It was too stimulating, and I needed more of her and her honey sweet voice begging for me. I loved it so much. Never, I thought, nipping the soft skin there. I would never stop if she asked it of me. Food be damned. I’d never eat again to keep her here and near me, joined with me in body and soul.

I quickened my pace slightly, sliding into the wetness and heat of her as I needed to. It was amazing. Being allowed to be with her this way, to see her so vulnerable and bare for me was the best thing I could ever have hoped for. I’d never had a lover like her before, someone who was so demanding and such a force to be reckoned with even in this position.

“Kiss me,” she said softly, and I did. I kissed her deeply, tangling my fingers in her silky soft midnight black hair. Her lips were soft and warm on mine, and I couldn’t help but shift the pace again, pushing into her a little harder as I began to give into the sensation of being inside of Cora again. She let out a low moan into my mouth and I slid my hand underneath her to get her to arch into me. I wanted her ever closer to me, the feeling of her breasts pressed to my chest urging me onward.

“I love you,” I said softly, parting our kiss to pant and press my forehead to hers. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Weston, more than I can say.” Her voice was breathy and ragged, and I loved the sound of it.

Cora ran her hands up my sweat slicked sides, feeling every muscle and rib, every angle and curve of me. The trail of her hands sent fire directly through me, burning with her touch. It sent electricity through me and straight to my center, stoking my desire. Her hands wandered to my back, and I groaned softly, kissing her again. I moved to suck a mark on her shoulder gently, and she tilted her head out of the way, letting out a soft whimper of desire as I brought the blood to the surface of her skin.

I pushed back up so I could see her move against me, panting as I kept up the pace inside of her. The full vision of her body burned into my memory in that moment. I couldn’t forget it. I didn’t think, I just moved on instinct to move harder into her, chasing our high at that point. I moved faster and moved a free hand to her hip, holding her gently there. It was hard for me to control myself with her.

Cora was rolling her hips up into me to meet my thrusts and I watched her move like water into me as I pushed into her. It was so magical even in a now seemingly mundane forest around us. The forest held magic, I knew that, but I felt truly in that moment that it could never compare to this. I moved my hand down to rub circles into her center, wanting to bring her with me as I kept ramping up the pace.

I watched her face as her pleasure intensified and she arched into me, head going back in ecstasy. She was barely making a sound now, just panting heavily. My eyes moved to watch her chest heave, loving the way her breasts moved in time with our sex. I moved my fingers faster as my thrusts quickened, both of us streaking toward our peaks, and I came first this time, her following soon after, milking my orgasm with her tightness.

I panted as I came down, resting against her body for a moment while we got ourselves together.

“Maybe we should get dressed,” Cora said, but she was grinning up at me coyly. I laughed and nodded, pulling out of her carefully.

“Maybe we should.”

Chapter nine

Cora

Ilay beneath my lover for a few moments, shivering at the slight chill when he pulled out of my body. I sat up carefully and shivered slightly, an aftershock of my orgasm. I finally stood on shaking legs and moved back over to where Weston was sorting our clothes out. When I got to him I pulled my clothes on slowly. Once I was out of the realm of ecstasy and back into the real world I felt the eyes on me again, this time scrutinizingharder. It felt like a heavy weight on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around myself for a moment. Once my shivers were under control I crouched to help Weston Pack up the rest of our stuff, gathering everything we would need going forward.

Everything felt so surreal here in the morning light, but I knew that my life was safe when I was with my mate. I’d seen it in the dream. Whatever brought us together, whatever blessed us in the glade, was keeping us as safe as it could. The forest around us rustled with wind that wasn’t there as we finally got going, me with my notebook in hand. I kept my other firmly in Weston’s, wondering what was in store for us today.

As we moved further into the woods the rays of sun peeking down into the forest to guide us forward seemed weaker, but that might have just been my mind. I wasn’t sure. Things out here were strange and shifting like a maze that didn’t want us to escape. Our lives felt held in the hands of whatever was taking us further, forward, farther than we’d ever been before. We must be headed in the right direction. I don’t know how I was so sure, but I was.

Realizing that the day prior the forest had brought us to the right place I trusted it to bring us ever forward, pulling us deeper in order to bring us to the right location. The woods were vast and deep- if it wanted to consume us it could. It could. But I didn’t think it would. The eyes on us, though frightening, didn’t make me feel lost, they made me feel like I was just in a position of dissection. Like it was trying to untangle me and pull me apart so it could understand me.

“This is so creepy,” Weston broke the silence and I jumped slightly. The forest was murmuring so quietly that his voice had shaken me away from the melody carried on the wind like a funeral dirge. Everything lent itself to a deafening silence which suffocated all around us.

“It is.” I agreed, looking over at him. “Just stay with me. We’re safe together. I know it- my dream told me.” I wasn’t usually one to believe in things like that, but the fact was everything about it was real and true- and Weston had been similarly brought to me in his own dream. What it was I didn’t know, but something intervened in our sleep to let us know our bond was necessary for this trek.

“That feeling of being watched is driving me insane. I hate it,” he said, sighing softly. “It’s like walking down a dark alley just knowing there’s a guy with a gun somewhere, but you don’t know where yet.”

“That’s about right.” I said with a slight smile. I was very used to that feeling, having walked in the dark alone before ever. I was rarely ever afraid because I knew I could just shift and rip the throat out of an assailant, but it was still there, that feeling of fear. “I think it’s how most women feel in general.” I looked up at him. “I’m so glad I have built in defenses. Whatever is out here is like us in some form, something which I’m not used to at all.”

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