Page 55 of The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf
She nodded. “I have some news.”
He stroked along her jawline. “About?”
“From my pack.” She gestured with an open palm. “Or should I sayourpack?”
He stared, waiting for her to explain.
“You earned much respect with the way you handled the situation. We’ve all agreed to bring our packs together as one without the border separating our lands—with both you and I leading them.”
Rafe exhaled and a boulder of anxiety lifted from his shoulders. “No more fighting.”
“No more fighting,” she agreed.
He took Mila in his arms once more and peppered her face with kisses. “Good, because all I want to do is love my mate—my queen—and treat you the way you deserve.”
Rafe led her inside the house. “Will you stay here with me tonight?”
“Of course, Rafe. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“Not just tonight,” he added. “Forever. As my mate?”
She touched his cheek and gazed into his eyes. “Yes.” She traced her index finger over his bottom lip. “And forever starts now.”
He bent down and kissed her gently, yet quickly. Fire ignited. Passion burned bright as they tore at each other’s clothes, desperate to be together once more. They shed a pile of discarded garments on their way up to his bedroom. No,theirbedroom. What was his was hers. His home, his heart, his soul.
By the time, they fell onto the bed, they were both naked and touching each other with greedy hands.
“I want you so much, Mila,” he murmured between kisses.
“Yes, Rafe. I need you.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her face and then down the front of her body, eager to leave every inch of skin marked with his love and appreciation for Mila—his mate.
Mila
After such an emotional ordeal, Mila savored every sensation of Rafe’s body on hers. It felt exquisite, almost magical. She thought she might have lost him forever in the fight. To feel his lips on her skin, and his rough fingertips caressing her body seared her with gratitude to be with him again.
He slid his hand over her belly and paused there. She ached for him to edge lower and squirmed with the desperate yearning.
“Rafe.” His name came out on a sigh. “I need you.”
“I know what you need.”
The sensual edge in his voice heightened her desire.
He trailed his fingers lower, caressing her thighs, and moved up with sinuous circles. By the time he touched her sex, she was so sensitive and receptive to his touch. She was as slick as a summer rainstorm and full of wanton desire.
He slipped his finger inside her. “You’re so wet and ready for me. I love it.” His voice lowered to that dark velvet baritone that captivated her with its sensuality.
“Yesss,” she purred. “I can’t wait any longer.” She reached for him, pulling his large body over hers.
He pressed his hard length between her legs and then bent to kiss her. Tongues tangled as he teased her with the head of his shaft.
“Please,” she begged against his mouth.
“Anything for you, Mila.” He slipped the tip in. “I’m yours.” Slowly he drove deeper inside her.
She arched her back as her body adjusted and welcomed him in.
