Page 48 of Alpha Geek

“Let’s get home, shall we?” Amelia said, taking Tripp’s mother by the shoulders.

Tripp, her beloved, her husband, and her best friend, gazed at her. His hazel eyes blazed like a bonfire of unbound love. “You’re right. Let’s get her checked out and take her home.”

Everyone participated in making sure Tripp’s mother was safe and secure, and one of Nick’s medical professionals said she was suffering from shock. She would mostly require rest to recover from her harrowing experience. But that was it.

They had placed Tripp’s mother inside a transport with the other agents, and he turned to Amelia. Out of instinct and their wonderful connection, she knew what he needed to do.

“Go with her,” she said.

Tripp smiled. The love she felt moving through her body was like a calm river.

“I won’t be long,” he whispered, placing a kiss on both her cheeks.

His mouth was soft, his body fragrant from the musk of their battle. She felt eager for him as she always did, but there was something different about being a committed couple compared to the couple they were when they first intertwined. The sex and the touches were desperate and urgent, driven by a fear of needing to capture the other person before the possibility of losing them became all the more real.

After marrying him and connecting with him telepathically, there was no way they were going to lose each other. The lovemaking for the rest of their lives would be celebratory, a triumphant apprehension of everything each of their souls had to offer.

She kissed him back, and Nick and the other agents climbed into the truck too. Nick stopped for a second, a look of concern crossing his face.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked, touching her shoulder.

She exhaled, feeling her eyes beginning to sting with tears of joy. “I am beyond okay,” she said, sounding dreamlike. “You just make sure she’s fine. That’s what matters.”

Nick nodded and gave her shoulder a fatherly squeeze. “I’m proud of you,” he muttered.

Amelia scoffed, then wiped a tear from her eye. “Well, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.”

Nick, the agents, and Tripp headed off to escort her mother-in-law to her home and make sure she was all right, both physically and mentally. Amelia’s body surged with electrical energy, but no longer in a way that was chaotic; her elation for life was soundless and still.

She shifted into her snow leopard form and bounded back home. Everything was more beautiful than the last time, humming with the transcendence of a life worth living and thriving within. She got back to the mansion in record time and nearly kicked the door down with her vigor.

For a shifter, completing a successful battle was akin to that of a Viking warrior. A victory was imminent, and she wanted it to be a feast for her husband to come home to.

Amelia did not clean herself up as shifters enjoyed the sweet, succulent musk of their partner’s natural fragrance. She merely stripped the little that remained of her clothing, dropped it in the trash, and then walked back downstairs to the foyer in the nude.

She was the most confident about her body and her desires that she ever had been in her life. That was also because Tripp’s love not only dazed her but dazzled her into an empowered feminist queen. She used that energy to climb onto the top of the grand piano, which Tripp never used, in the main living room, spreading her legs open wide, ready for indulgence.

Her nipples perked up when she heard the front door open. Her breath picked up the pace as she heard Tripp move around the corner, his large body making stomping sounds against the hardwood floor.

“Welcome home, baby.”

She used the duskiest voice she could manage, making herself wet in the process. Tripp had stopped in his tracks, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he eyed her golden honeyed center.

“My God, Amelia,” he whispered, licking his lips.

“I’m here to reward you after our battle today,” she whispered in such a way that it evolved into a whimper. “I’m your celebratory feast.”

Tripp was only wearing shorts after the fight, his thick muscles rippling under the maddeningly bright fluorescents. He suddenly fell to his knees, his eyes fixated on her mesmerizing center, and to Amelia’s shock and awe, began to crawl toward her.

“My goddess, what an offer,” he mused, drool glistening over his succulent lips. “I am going to feast on you for hours, my love.”

Amelia moaned sharply as he moved closer, the wetness of her arousal soaking the sleek surface of the piano. Just when she thought she could predict his every move, he did something straight out of an erotica novel.

And it thrilled her to no end.

She was a writhing mess of desire when he finally arrived between her legs. She pressed her elbows into the piano’s top as she spread her legs even wider, and Tripp’s mouth trailed up the plushy surface of her inner thighs. She was gasping loudly, her eyes clenched shut and her head thrown back.

“Taste your dinner, baby,” she moaned, taking his thick hair into her hands and tugging desperately.

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