Page 38 of Whisper of an Alpha
"A little," I admit, the truth slipping out before I can stop it. "But more excited than anything. I can’t wait to make it official."
She laughs lightly, the sound mixing with the rhythm of the falling water. "We’re already official, you know. We’re mates.That mark on your shoulder proves it. But I get it. This is different."
"Yeah, it is." I press a kiss to her temple, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, a mix of lavender and something floral that feels like home. "But it’s more than just a ceremony to me. It’s a promise. A commitment."
Octavia turns in my arms, her face serious now, the playful glimmer replaced with something deeper. "I promise, Wyatt. I’ll stand by you, no matter what. Even with all the chaos surrounding us."
I nod, feeling the weight of her words settle between us. In this moment, with the water pouring down and our bodies pressed together, I can forget about Rachel, about the looming threat of the unknown. All that matters is Octavia and the life we’re about to start together.
"You know," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I could think of a few ways to pass the time before the ceremony."
A grin spreads across my face as I arch an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what might those be, baby girl?"
Her laughter bubbles up again, contagious and bright. "Well, for starters?—"
I cut her off, my lips crashing down on hers. The kiss ignites a fire that spreads through every nerve ending. I deepen the kiss, feeling her melt into me, the world outside fading away. We lose ourselves in the moment, the water drenching us, the steam swirling like a cocoon around our bodies.
We pull away, breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. “I love you, Octavia,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion.
Her smile softens, and I can see the reflection of our future in her eyes — one where we face every challenge together, where love conquers everything.
"I love you too, Wyatt. Now and forever."
My mind flashes back to last night and how she tasted. It had been so hot that I felt like I was burning.
I take a deep breath and spin her towards me, then I pull her in my arms again to pick her up so I can carry her out of the shower. I deposit her on the sink counter, then I shove my fingers through her folds and find her soaked for me.
“Fuck, baby, is this all for me?” I ask, still stroking her.
Her back arches and she moans as I continue. “Yes, Wyatt, yes!” She cries out and almost screams as I lean forward when I bury my face between her legs.
She moans as I grip her plump ass and I hold her there as I lower my mouth back to her pussy. My tongue dips out, licking up her center and flicking her clit. Continuing the same path over and over again.
Her legs are trembling, back bowing as I lick and nip over her cunt. When she is sopping and on the verge of exploding, I suck her clit into my mouth and flick the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue.
Octavia falls over the edge, crying out so loud I’m pretty sure the whole house will hear us. She collapses back against the mirror behind the sink and I smile up at her as I kiss her thighs and up her stomach.
My fingers trace her ribs and Octavia’s eyes blink open drunkenly. I stand up and grasp one of her breasts before bending to capture the nipple to suck hard between my lips.
“Absolutely perfect, Tavia. You’re my gorgeous mate,” I murmur against her skin as I switch to the other.
“You don’t think my boobs are too small,” she asks shyly, and I shake my head, smoothing the tip of one with my lips.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the hard bud before biting it gently with my teeth.
“Oh, Wyatt!” She cries out as she arches her back, trying to get me to suck more in my mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you so good,” I say as I spread her thighs wide before seedling between them.
“Ready, Gorgeous?” I ask as I look up to see her nod frantically.
I’ve been on the edge for what feels like hours and I can’t help but moan as I brush the head of my cock between her pussy lips.
I push inside her, stretching her but I’m so damn horny and so fucking hard that I barely register the sting she must be feeling.
I pause to give her a second to adjust to my size as I sink to the hilt, but then she wiggles and I groan as she starts to mewl.
“Wyatt, baby, please!” She cries once more and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
