Page 29 of Alpha Geek

They hugged and laughed and cried happy tears. They took a selfie together, Amelia feeling the warmth of Tripp’s cheek pressing against her own. There was so much they had to look forward to. How on earth did she deserve such happiness?

SIXTEEN

TRIPP

Tripp was elated beyond comprehension once they reached the peak of Everest, but another part of him was disappointed that he hadn’t made it as his original human self. However, he didn’t let that sour the achievement. He was still good at compartmentalizing.

Once they’d had their moment at the top of the earth’s highest summit, holding one another, letting the silence speak for itself, they began the long descent back to base camp.

He expressed his concerns to Amelia once they were alone again, and her response was adamant but compassionate.

“You have to try to put all of that behind,” she said, her breath smokey in the cold air. “You aren’t that person anymore, and you never will be. You have so much to look forward to and take on with your new body and your status as an alpha.”

The high from their celebration at the pinnacle had yet to subside. He wondered if that had anything to do with his newly enhanced body and mind.

“Alpha?” he said curiously.

Amelia gave him a charming smile. Even in the wisp of chilly air and frost curling around her eyelids, the woman was a goddess. One he wanted to worship for the rest of his life.

God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“I forgot that you weren’t always a shifter,” she commented as they continued their descent on somewhat even footing. “I’ll explain everything to you once we get to base camp. For now, let’s climb.”

“Yes, Your Eminence.”

Amelia snorted with laughter as they came across a 70-degree drop, taking out their ice axes and tying off a rope for the short fall down the ice. She was a talented and focused woman that he would trust with his life, her passion for climbing radiant and pulsing like an emerald lighthouse in her eyes.

They climbed for a few more hours before deciding to make camp, just the two of them. They were able to find a cave once more, where they curled under a single sleeping bag, snuggling not only for warmth but for love.

Her head pressed against his chest, her breath soft and rhythmic. The cave was too small to make love in, but Amelia insisted on taking his cock into her luscious mouth, giving him the most exceptional blow job he had ever experienced in his life.

It was the kind that made his toes curl and his muscles spasm, a grunt emanating from his lips that seemed distant, even to Tripp himself.

She rose from under the sleeping bag with a naughty grin, wiping her mouth and licking her lips. Tripp was still shuddering when she kissed his chin and once more leaned onto his chest to hear the galloping beat of his heart.

“You taste magnificent, my love,” she murmured.

Tripp and Amelia fell into a restful slumber and awoke precisely at dawn. It was still going to take them almost another full day to get back to base camp, where rations and comfort would be plentiful. Tripp looked forward to having more space with Amelia, as well as the warmth of a space heater and a shared bed close enough to his bed at home.

He was, in fact, looking forward to the rest of his life with the insatiable woman. He wanted to get to know every part of her, the ones that she shared with others, the darkness she kept to herself, and even the parts she didn’t even realize existed. People were spectacular plethoras of ever-changing nuances, and he counted himself lucky to be the one who would witness Amelia Fields’s fluid evolution.

They decided they would shift halfway through the second day to cut the climb time in half. They moved exceptionally faster, leaping off sides of mountains that would take an extra thirty minutes to navigate. Every atom in Tripp’s body was riveted as he scampered through the snowy trails, looking at the emerald flares of his beloved.

He knew, by intuition alone, that he wasn’t ever going to be unhappy again.

They made it down the mountain in record time in their shifter forms, making a point to switch back just before arriving at base camp. They entered triumphantly after a few other hikers stared at them with relieved and astonished expressions of glee.

“We thought you were dead!” someone exclaimed. “We tried to look for you, but the snow was too much.”

Tripp quipped, “It was close, but I’m glad I had my expert climber with me.”

They undressed out of their climbing gear and settled their packs into their own separate tents. Despite the general feeling of exhalations, every hiker was deliriously happy. They all mingled in the communal tent, with multiple space heaters blasting the area to create a warm ambiance. Food was provided by the organizers, a feast of protein and sugar treats that most climbers had avoided in a strict diet to avoid fatigue and digestion issues.

Tripp and Amelia indulged, but Tripp’s newfound connection to the woman by his side positively made her needs and desires palpable. He kept his hand on her leg through the entire dinner, sensing the coil of arousal settling in her loins through mere touch alone.

He could read her micro-expressions a lot more accurately than before the serum was injected. He wondered if that was the case or if their bond as mates had made every movement a dance of intention and emotion that he was lovingly entranced by.

Either way, Tripp didn’t care. He did what was expected of him when it came to chatting with the other hikers, as did Amelia. She had a fresh countenance about her that was genuine, no longer holding herself back from enjoying the moment.

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