Page 209 of Her Destined Alpha
I didn’t need telling twice. Feeling her nearing, I tangled my hand into her hair, tilting her head as I bit into her neck. She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her, making her entire body react. I groaned as her insides clamped around me, her juices and blood coating my dick. I extracted my teeth, licking the wound as I continued to move inside of her, speeding up.
She reached up, pulled me down, and sank her teeth into my neck. Pleasure erupted through me, and I slammed into her, finding my own release. Fucking euphoria. Never had anything felt so fucking good. I groaned as I rode it out, pulling out of her. Spent.
“I love you, Chris,” she whispered.
“Love you too, Princess,” I said, moving away gently. I got off the bed, grabbed a T-shirt I had discarded earlier, and gently wiped her clean between her legs before wiping my dick off.
“Thanks,” she said, blushing lightly.
She looked stunning. Her hair that had been styled perfectly was a mess, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips looked even plumper. Her body was a work of art, one I had left my mark all over.
My mark...My heart thudded as I tossed the T-shirt aside.This is fucking real...
Pulling the top duvet off the bed, I rolled it up, tossing it aside, and moved back the blanket. She got in, and I slid in next to her, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my chest.
“I hope this isn’t a fucking dream,” I muttered.
“I assure you it isn’t,” she said softly. “But it feels like one… I never thought you’d be my mate… I hoped once or twice…” I hugged her tightly, smirking when she squeezed my ass. My naughty little princess...
“Yeah? I don’t think I deserve you.”
“Well, I am amazing,” she said airily. I chuckled. Yeah, that’s my sassy, sexy princess. My mate, one I thought I never wanted. Fuck, was I wrong.
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“That’s it! Fuck!” I gasped as my orgasm rushed through me, the water from the shower pouring down on us, but all I could focus on was the pleasure he inflicted upon me. Chris, my forever sexy boy.
I crashed my lips against his just when he shot his load into me, making me moan. We were breathing hard. He had me pinned against the shower wall, my legs pressed against his side, his hands cupping my ass. Goddess, I would never tire of him…
“You’re fucking heaven, Princess,” he whispered, making me shudder with renewed pleasure. “Love you, girl.” I smiled.
“I love you, too.”
I hugged him tightly, our lips meeting in an enchanting kiss that made the world fade away…
Three hours later, we were dressed, fed, and cuddled up on the sofa in Chris’ living room. He currently lives alone since his youngest sibling went off to university down south. I knew how much Chris did after his parents’ deaths. I was proud of the man, despite all his faults. He was a good son, brother, friend, delta, and above all, my mate.
“I know I’m incredibly handsome, Princess, but you don’t need to stare so much,” he remarked with a sexy smirk, his hand playing with my G-string from the top of my jeans. His finger ran soft circles there, making my entire body tingle. I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t get too full of yourself. I was just wondering how much time you spent pampering this face of yours,” I said, squeezing his jaw tightly.
“Not anywhere near as much as I’ll spend pampering you.”
His reply threw me off, my heartbeat quickening. He smirked sexily, his gaze falling to my chest.I hate that he renders me speechless. I pouted, hugging him. I’d never admit that, though…
He snickered cockily.
“Are you actually shy?”
“No! There is a difference between being shy and just being surprised that you can actually be charming,” I said, smacking his arm.
“Ouch, that hurts.” He faked massaging his arm.
“Whatever, I know it didn’t.”
We were tangled together, me lying right on top of him. It felt so perfect, though, me and him, us. This was how it was always meant to be. I kissed him softly, and he kissed me back deeply. I moved away from his lips and stared at my mark that graced his neck, a moon and the silhouette of a wolf with its head raised. His mark on my neck was a howling wolf, a shimmer of green running through the black mark.
