Page 20 of Whisper of an Alpha
Without thinking, I scoop her up into my arms, cradling her against my chest in a bridal carry. She squeaks, surprised, and I chuckle, feeling like a total caveman as I revel in the possessiveness of it all. "You look like you need a little helpgetting up these stairs, Gorgeous," I tease, my voice low and playful.
“Wyatt! You can’t just pick me up like that!” she laughs, a sleepy giggle that sends a warmth spreading through me.
“Oh, but I canmate. And I will,” I reply with a grin, taking confident strides up the stairs. Each step feels like a declaration, a promise of what’s to come. “In just a few days, you’ll be Octavia Saltman instead of Bellmont.”
Her laughter fades into a soft blush, and I can’t help but swell with pride. The thought of her as my mate, my Luna and my wife, sends adrenaline coursing through my veins. She belongs to me, and I want the world to know it.
As we reach our suite, I kick the door open with my foot, still holding her effortlessly. “Just think about it,” I say, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You’ll beminein every single way.” I can’t resist the primal urge to claim her, and I know she feels it too. My wolf eyes pushing forward. The glow captured back on her own.
When I finally set her down on the bed, I watch as she sinks into the soft sheets, her body curling up comfortably. I kneel beside her, my fingers brushing her hair back from her face that has slipped free of her messy bun. The sight of her sprawled out before me, looking so ethereal and inviting, makes my heart race. I’m struck by how gorgeous she is, each curve and line of her body a testament to the Moon Goddess's blessing.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” I murmur, my fingers deftly working on the buttons of my plaid shirt she took this morning. The fabric slips away to reveal her soft skin, and I take a moment to drink in the sight of her. She must have taken her sweater off at some point, and I did not notice. There’s something so intimate about this, about undressing her and preparing her for rest. It feels right, like this is how it’s always meant to be.
Once she’s free of her clothes, I stand and gather both her outfit and mine, tossing them into the laundry basket in the closet. It’s a small task, but it grounds me, gives me a moment to catch my breath as I remind myself of the gravity of what’s about to happen. I’m not just going to be her mate; I’m going to be her everything.
When I return to the bed, Octavia is still there, the sheets tangled around her now, a vision of serenity. I lay down beside her, propping myself up on one elbow to admire her for a moment longer. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, brushing my fingertips across her cheekbone. She hums in approval - leaning into my touch without realizing - a contented sound that makes my heart swell.
I lean in, kissing her softly, our lips brushing together like the gentle caress of a breeze. She responds, her hands finding their way to my hair, pulling me closer. I deepen the kiss, losing myself in the taste of her hot mouth, the warmth of her body against mine. It feels like electricity in my veins, igniting a fire within me that I can’t ignore.
As we pull away, I find myself gazing into her eyes, those deep pools of chocolate and gold that always seem to spark something wild within me. “I want to explore you all over again,” I whisper, the desire in my voice unmistakable.
Octavia bites her lip, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “You know I’m always up for that, Alpha,” she teases, her tone playful, but I can see the spark of excitement in her eyes.
“Good girl,” I reply, feeling emboldened. “Because I intend to take my time with you tonight.”
With that, I lean in again, capturing her lips with mine, this kiss more fervent, more desperate. I want to savor every moment, every inch of her. My hands wander down her sides, tracing the silhouette of her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.
Octavia arches into my touch, her breath hitching as I explore her curves. I take my time, savoring the way she responds, how her body molds against mine, all soft and inviting. Her need spurs me on, but I want something gentler this time. I want to worship her cunt instead of punishing it.
I turn her on her side lying behind her, I prop myself up on one elbow again. She presses her ass back against me and wiggles with that hot need pulsing through us both, as my hand traces her silky skin.
The raw urge to take her asshole plows through my thoughts out of nowhere, but as much as she surprised me in how well she took me last night, she’s not ready for that. Not yet. Or maybe it’s me who’s not ready. Fuck, she was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago.
I lift her leg on top of my thigh, and then holding my hand tightly against her belly, I press inside her slowly, working my cock in her tight pussy. Shit I love her reaction, I can feel Octavia tighten around my stiff cock as it intrudes.
She’s so damn wet, and I slide into the hilt now. Slowly pulling back, adoring how she feels in my arms, how I can see the side of her face from this position, feeling her against my bent arm, and how she fucks me back while rocking to meet my long strokes - has me gasping at each meeted impact.
Turning her head, she looks into my eyes and warmth spreads through my body, starting deep in my chest, then traveling down to my toes. As, I stroke my cock inside of her my hand slides over her torso, my fingers exploring, learning how she wants to be touched, reveling in how her body already knows what mine wants, like her cunt was designed for my thick rod by tightening at just the right moment to maximize my heightened pleasure. Based on her expression of bliss right now, I would say it’s the same for her.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I growl. “Good. Just like that, fuck babe.”
She whimpers at my praise. God, I never knew it could feel like this. Why did I waste time fucking around when I should have been searching for her. She was so close, just an hour away working in some shitty diner.
“You like that, baby?” I question as she squirms in my arms. Her pussy soaking the sheets below us and there’s no relief for me at the moment.
I fist my fingers in the sheet beside her hip and tighten my grip on the other, “Oh Goddess,” I snarl as I quicken my thrusts deeper, faster, and harder. She’s taking me so damn well. “That’s it, Gorgeous, take my dick and make me cum. Be my good girl and make your man come.”
Octavia shivers, and moans as my cock begins to swell inside of her. “Gggoddess yes!”
Her pussy squeezes my cock as she comes. I want to roar this fucking house down that I pleased my mate so much. I can feel my balls tighten up more with each pass of her snug pussy along my thick cock and her moans get louder, the familiar tingles start at the base of my spine. I know I'm close to coming as my knot starts to swell inside. I glance down at her and her gaze locks with mine, filled with fire and want. I am beginning to love that look, it has my blood heating more than ever.
“Wyatt!” She screams hoarsely and her walls spasm along my dick. She’s so fucking tight I have no choice but to empty my balls inside of her.
I can feel some of my cum leaking out of her as I hold her against my sweaty chest, but at the moment, I could give a fuck. Octavia is the only one for me, I’m sure of it. My mate. I stay rooted inside of her, my knot still engorged.
I know I could lose myself in this moment forever, but I also know there’s a future waiting for us just beyond this night. AsI pull away from her neck to catch my breath, I can’t help but smile at her, the reality of our impending union settling over me like a warm blanket. “In just a few days, you’ll be entirely mine, I can’t wait to call you my wife and my Luna,” I murmur still out of breath, my voice thick with emotion.
Octavia’s eyes shimmer with something I can’t quite place, but it makes my heart race. “And I can’t wait to be yours in every way,” she replies softly, her words wrapping around my heart like a promise.
