Page 21 of Wolf Traded
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The last rays of the sun can be seen over the mountain top when the clearing we use for the pack mating ceremonies is finally ready for Jara. I know I shouldn’t fidget. It’s not an alpha thing to do but as I wait for my future mate I can’t help but wonder if it’s all wrong. What will Jara think about the simple private mating ceremony after her beautiful ceremony was ruined? That had been a big deal that had been very public but I don’t think that she would want another public ceremony so soon after being rejected so brutally by her so called fated mate.
It’s not only for her sake though. Jara is exquisite and I wouldn’t put it passed any of the wannabe alphas of my pack to want to challenge me for her. Even if they are loyal the only idiot who failed to see her worth is Grayson.
Kneeling in the ground I begin spreading out the furs and then dotting the pillows all over trying to make the perfect nest for my mate. The alpha in me is driving me to provide for my mate even as I hear my fathers voice in my mind reminding me that is weakness and the only thing alpha females are good for us to show strength by giving me strong sons to help lead the pack one day when I am old.
Will Jara still be around then or will she end up like all the other females I chose to be my mate who couldn’t handle the task? I never officially mated any of them but they all met the same fate by their own hands.
It’s one of the reasons I refuse to wait and won’t let her around the pack until we are fully bonded. My claim should protect her even if she wishes for death. My life will be tied to hers and no one not even death himself will be able to take her from me. Shaking my head to clear it of the unpleasant thoughts I start to wonder what my gorgeous mate will look like in her mating gown.
I just know she will be stunning but what will she think about the simple furs under the moon? I can do a huge ceremony much better than Grayson’s pack who tried to sabotage her at every turn but I don’t want to. I don’t want to share this moment with anyone but Jara and the moon goddess. It isn’t for anyone else and I refuse to do it just so the pack will have a celebration.
Jara’s scent tickles at my senses but it’s still faint and mingled with Angela and I stiffen. I was sure to make it known that the woods are off limits to the pack for the night. That includes Angela I nearly growl at the disobedience before remembering that Jara has never been here before. I nearly smack myself at my stupidity. Of course Angela would need to show her the way here.
The trees rustle just as Jara takes her first steps into the clearing and my breath catches in my throat. She is absolutely breathtaking in the sheer cerulean gown. She looks nervous as she looks around the clearing. “You look amazing.” I say in gruff voice. I can’t help but stand there and stare at her. A blush stains her cheeks as she ducks her head in a nod.
The sheer material accentuates her curves and makes her eyes pop. I can’t take my eyes off the strong alpha female and I wonder for the millionth time how that idiot Grayson could reject this perfect creature in front of me. I’m not complaining though. His stupidity is my gain.
“This is beautiful.” She looks around the clearing. Angela melts back into the forest so quietly that I almost don’t even notice and I take a step toward Jara holding a hand out to her.
“I hope this is okay. I didn’t think after what happened you would want a huge deal.” It’s not entirely the truth but I am trying to make my mate comfortable. Even if she can never get my affection.
“I actually never wanted a huge ceremony. I always wanted simple but Grayson wouldn’t stand for it.” She chuckles lightly.
She puts her hand in mine and I lead her to the furs that are arranged on the soft grass. We sit on the furs side by side and I don’t know why it feels so awkward. My hand is still in hers and I bring it to my lips kissing the inside of her wrist lightly. Her body trembles at my touch and I grin against her skin.
Trailing my fingertips up her arm and over her shoulder I wrap my hand around the back of her neck pulling her in close her Cerulean eyes bore into mine as I lean in and kiss the base of her throat where my mark will go in just a short time. She touches my chest tentatively her hands stroking over the planes of my chest and I shudder at the soft touch.
“You’re perfect and mine.” I growl as I lean over causing her to lean back on the furs with her body beneath mine. Her hands move lower tracing the dips and valleys in my abs. My fingers tangle in her hair as I kiss down her throat to her collarbone licking a path even lower. The mating gown is low cut and I can see the outline of the swell of her breast through the sheer material.
My other hand skims her breast and her back arches a little. I can’t help the grin as I tweak her nipple and a moan explodes from her mouth. Her hands squeeze my hips as she wiggles against me causing my cock to harden painfully. “Take off your dress, mate. I want to see all of you. Taste every inch of you and mark you as mine.”
She looks a little unsure as I sit back on my heels to watch her. “What’s wrong?” I ask terrified that she’s changed her mind and would rather go rogue than be with me. I can’t have her changing her mind when I’m so close to having her, to keeping her.
“I’ve never done this before.” She looks away a blush going all the way from her cheeks and flushing against her neck. “I was waiting for my mate.”
Fuuuck. If that isn’t the hottest thing I have ever fucking heard. My mate is untouched and perfect in her innocence. “You honor me, Jara. You have no idea the precious the gift you are giving me.”
Even as the words are tender I can’t wait a second longer to have my mate naked beneath me and coming on my tongue. I lunge toward her my lips meeting hers in a searing kiss demanding entrance to her mouth as my hands slide into her hair. My free hand pinching and rolling her nipple through the material of her gown.
“I need the dress off, Mate. I promise to make you feel good but I need to see you.” I say as I break the kiss and grip the dress in both hands ripping it down the center and pulling her into my arms her breasts against my hard chest cause me to groan. This woman is dangerous. I don’t think I will ever get enough of her.
The first look at Jara naked has me palming my cock squeezing myself to calm down. My lips trail over to her ear and nipping at it. She squirms beneath me her hands squeezing at my sides as she rubs her center over my cock. She’s so damn responsive.
I groan around her nipple swirling my tongue before making my way to the other. I skim my hand down her stomach and lower and find she’s dripping for me. “Mmm, you’re so wet. I bet you’ll come all over my fingers in minutes, mate. Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she practically shouts at me. My thumb caresses her clit stroking her as I thrust one finger inside her. She’s so godsdamn tight I know I’m going to have to stretch her before we can complete the bond.
“Fuck, Jara. You feel so good wrapped around my finger. I’m not going to last long little mate.” I press down on her clit with my thumb as I continue to thrust in and out with my finger before adding a second and she screams my name as her back arches off the ground and her head thrashes back and forth. She comes so beautifully but the next time she comes I want her eyes on me.
“Archer, oh gods.” She moans but I’m far from done with the female beneath me. I can’t help the grin that crosses my lips as I kiss and lick my way over her stomach and spread her thighs to see her perfect pussy. She is glistening from her release and the scent of her nearly sends me into a frenzy.
I scramble back grabbing her leg in my firm grip and lick my way from her knee to her inner thigh. Her eyes bore into me even as she tries to close her legs to hide from me. “Don’t ever hide from me, Jara. You are exquisite, and mine.”
I push her legs to the side holding them down with my hands and suck her clit into my mouth. Jara tries to squirm at the sensation but my hands on her thighs pin her to the soft furs as I thrust my tongue inside her lapping at her juices. Her taste bursts across my tongue. I groan at the sharp taste of her knowing that vanilla and citrus flavor will be my favorite for the rest of eternity.
“Gods, you taste good.” I growl before diving back in. Her back arches as I caress her with my tongue and then suck her clit between my teeth. Nipping it gently. Her hands find my hair holding me to her pussy and I grin as I continue the onslaught. Her whole body trembles with her second release and floods her pussy.
