Page 23 of Alpha's Arranged Mate

"I don't want to let my pack down," she admitted, her stomach clenching painfully as she added silently to herself, not again.

"I won't let you," Braxton promised, and before she knew what he was doing, he leaned down to press his lips against hers.

It was such a soft and gentle kiss that Lottie's entire body felt as though it might melt with the affection of it. She had been kissed before, many times, by many different werewolves—they were, after all, charged with super high libidos—but nothing at all like this.

The men she was used to were rough and aggressive. They took what they wanted and didn't much care for what she needed in return, and yet, this kiss was exactly what she needed at that very moment. It was as if his very body had sealed the promise he had just spoken, as if the energy that kept his heart beating would stop instantly if it were a lie.

And when he leaned his forehead against hers, Lottie immediately felt the urge to kiss him in return.

"You will be my mate, Charlotte," he breathed against her lips. "Your pack shall be mine, and mine shall be yours."

The truth of his words buried deep inside her soul, hooking there like claws she would never be able to remove, and with that, she lunged at him.

The barriers she had put in place against him, against the fear of betraying her pack, all came tumbling down and she grabbed hold of the towel that had been wrapped around him. Yanking it off, she used the full weight of her own body to force him backwards to the bed.

Feeling his manhood already rock hard against her stomach, she was certain he would have no objections, and to her relief, he didn't.

He tore at her clothes just as rapidly as she had at his towel, and within moments they were naked and writhing on the bed.

All thoughts of actions and consequences be damned; all Lottie could think about was the alliance and how important it was for it to succeed. Surely mating was a huge part of its success? At least, that was what she told herself as she straddled Braxton, the moisture between her thighs welcoming his manhood deep inside her.

As she sat atop him, her hands over his where they held onto her hips, she stared down at him in the near-darkness and saw the desire-fueled glint in his eye that made her insides tingle. Though she tried to stop them, the corners of her lips twitched upwards in a smile.

The rush of exhilaration that flowed through her the moment she released all her worries was so intoxicating that she used the energy of it to rock back and forth, feeling every inch of him deep inside her.

"Fuck!" Braxton growled deep in his throat, and it was such an animalistic sound that Lottie knew it wasn't just coming from him, but his wolf, too.

Leaning down, still rocking her hips, she kissed him, long and deep and passionate. His grip on her hips tightened. Though she didn't look down, she was sure she could feel the pressure of claws pricking at her flesh, and she smiled to herself, knowing that it was taking Braxton all he had in him to control himself.

When his own hips started to rock, forcing himself up deeper inside her, Lottie knew they would not be able to contain themselves for much longer.

With a deep throated rumble, Braxton wrapped one arm tightly around Lottie's waist and threw her sideways. Coming down on top of her without his cock ever leaving her body, he thrust deep and hard until a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through her.

And just when she thought she could take no more, just when she threw her head back to scream, Braxton clamped his hand down over her mouth and turned her head sideways to whisper in her ear, "Cum for me."

And so she did, screaming into his hand through clenched teeth as her insides constricted around his cock and sweet nectar squirted over her inner thighs, her entire body trembling with such pleasure she thought she might pass out.

"Fuck, yes!" Braxton growled into her ear, and she came all over again as she felt him spill his seed deep inside her.

Chapter 11 - Braxton

Though it had been a couple of days, it still felt odd to walk the halls of Silverdale Manor as a free wolf. And though he and Lottie had kept their distance from each other since their little romp in the sheets, he sensed her always close by, reminding him every moment of why he had to remain and seal the alliance, of why he couldn't just plot his escape and be done with it all.

Yet it appeared that some of his pack did not quite feel the same way. He had been on his way to Dash's office in order to continue talks for the finalizing of the alliance when Molly stepped out from one of the alcoves as if she had been lying in wait for him.

"Braxton, enough is enough," she snapped at him immediately.

"Excuse me?"

"These have to come off," Molly hissed at him, lifting her hands to show the runed cuffs that adorned her wrists. "I can't take it anymore, and neither can the others. We’re wolves, not lapdogs. I won't be leashed for a moment longer."

Braxton sighed deeply. He ought to have known that of all his packmates Molly would be the one to be so impatient. She had never been one for standing idly by and waiting to see how things turned out. Just like many of their pack, she preferred action.

"Just a little while longer and they'll be off for good, I promise," Braxton assured her. Reaching out, he gripped hold of her wrists and forced them back down to her sides. "Just be patient."

At his words, she growled, baring her teeth at him. "Fuck that!"

Braxton responded with a growl of his own, one that rumbled up from his gut as he glared back at her. "Need I remind you I am Alpha?"

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