Page 90 of His True Beloved

“Pamela.” Enzo’s roughness softened. “I’ve waited for you, prayed for you. This is right, and I’ll make sure you know every day how much I care for you. You won’t be looked down upon. You will help me in all ways, equally. That is what a she-alpha does.” Enzo shrugged his shoulders. “She-sigma, I guess… technically.” He kissed her lips.

For once in Pamela’s life, she became sentimental. Her voice had left her, and her mouth stayed closed. The warmth in her heart, the soul that stirred inside her, finally calmed. This was right, this is what it was meant to be, and Enzo’s soothing words only confirmed it.

The goddess said this was so, and nothing else would stop them from being together, even her sassy attitude and his third-person personality, Krawl.

Krawl is going to be a problem.

Enzo pushed forward, the tip coming in contact with the cherry he had just licked so passionately. Driving past, Pamela hissed, but Enzo did not pause at Pamela’s reaction. Pamela was strong, and the tiny bit of pain to deal with before their pleasure was worth it to him.

Enzo fucked her senseless, and Pamela craved more. His hips thrust forth, his body pushing his knees upward so he could pull Pamela upward while he jack hammered her into the soil.

The small animals looked on in fear, scurrying away as Enzo pushed deeper inside her. Her pussy was a vice, trying to suck him dry of his seed. One day, he hoped he would put that one pup in her that all sigmas want. They would spoil the shit out of that pup. Giving it the most care and raising it to be the leader that would even rise above the great Alpha Wesley of the Black Claws in the country’s northeast.

He pushed harder into her, giving her a devilish look as she tried to scream his name. “Don’t you scream. Your pleasure is for mine to hear alone,” he spouted out in a low-husky voice. “Cover your mouth,” he ordered.

Pamela did what he said, along with pinching her nipple at the same time. Pamela groaned as if wanting to speak. Enzo knew exactly what she wanted. “You wanna cum?” He raised a brow. His body was wavering. His cock couldn’t stand it. He felt he lasted long enough for the first time, but he wanted one more orgasm from his mate before he bit into her shoulder.

Pamela nodded frantically, her thighs quivering around him while his claws sunk deeper into her skin.

“Come then, keep it quiet.” He growled. Enzo enjoyed the power that his mate let him have. Because after all, she was letting him have the power.

Pamela’s back arched, and Enzo hovered over her as his frantic thrusts became unhinged. Lowering his mouth, he bit into her, Pamela’s hand slipped from her mouth, letting out a squeal, but Enzo quickly covered it with his large hand.

Enzo grunted, his teeth sinking into her flesh as she came. Feeling ropes and ropes of his seed encompassing her pussy, she sighed, gripping her body as a lifeline. Pulling his teeth from her neck, he licked the wound staring at it with fulfillment. Enzo finally claimed her. As awkward as it was to take a week of chasing, he finally did it.

His beta would never let him hear the end of it.

Enzo gasped, still wanting more of his delicious mate, but he wanted her in an enclosed space. As much as his wolf liked the idea of being in nature, being in a bedroom or a den would be preferable so he could hear those loud screams he wanted to hear.

Pamela lulled her head back and forth. She was thoroughly fucked.

Wincing as he pulled his cock from her body, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He was a damn caveman, but he liked it, and deep down, he knew his mate liked it too.

It was Pamela’s turn to mark him, she should have done it the same time he marked her, but his hand got in the way because he was a jealous asshole. Maybe she would give him oral like he did to her and bite into his thick shoulder.

Mmm.. that sounds good.

One hand slapped her white ass as he trudged through the forest. He wasn’t near done fucking his mate, and her squirming body that was continually feeling the aftereffects of the orgasms she had was leaving her.

“Where is your home?” Enzo grunted, his fingers going between her thighs to play with her clit again.

“Above the coffee shop.” She panted. Her body was waking up, coming out of the haze of being claimed, and his cock was already stirring back to life. Enzo knew where that was, but he was going to have to walk halfway through town with his naked ass.

Stepping out of the forest bushes, the town was pretty quiet. Thank the goddess it was a small town. He strode out in the buff, holding Pamela over his shoulder. Cars went slow as they drove past him. Children pointing and laughing. Enzo covered his face in embarrassment as his dick flopped back and forth, walking to the coffee shop. Luckily no human had approached him in this state, but the vampires were having a field day.

“Thank goddess she was claimed,” one muttered under their breath.

“She’s still naked though, and lookie there, her mate is too.” The vampire snickered, not even offering to give them something to cover up with.

“Just a little longer,” Enzo muttered to himself.

“Gods, who am I talking to? Enzo or Krawl?” Tate ran up with a jacket and stripped out of his shirt.

“Enzo,” he snapped. “Now cover up her ass so no one can see anything.” Tate threw his jacket over Pamela’s ass. Her hands were waving wildly behind Enzo, grabbing his ass and kneading it.

“It’s so hard. Is it hard to sit? It’s like big boulders in your butt.” Enzo rolled his eyes while Tate snorted. “Poke, poke.” Pamela giggled, scratching her claws up and down his muscular thighs. A shiver ran through Enzo. He gripped his cock to hold it steady.

“Coffee shop?” Tate raised a brow, leading them to the alleyway behind the shop.

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