Page 60 of Alpha Bond

“I want you,” he whispers against my mouth.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly, heart pounding as he pulls down his own sweatpants and frees himself from his boxers. My eyes widen. His cock is even more impressive than I imagined, long and thick with veins snaking along its length. I’ve felt it pressed against me, but now that I’m faced with it, I’m a little bit intimidated.

Cautiously, I curl my fingers around the thick shaft, loving the way his breath hisses through his teeth. It’s a tiny moment of power that emboldens me.

“I want you inside me.” We’re almost nose to nose, eyes locked, breath mingling. His face is taut with need, and my heart swells at how beautiful he is.

“You’re sure?”

“Please, Jagger. Now.”

Bracing his arms on either side of me, he positions himself between my legs and slowly enters me.

“Oh, God!” I can still feel the wetness trickling from me following my crashing orgasm, but still, it’s a tight fit. He pauses, giving me time to adjust to him before starting to move. The sensation is almost overwhelming; I’ve never felt so full before. But any discomfort is quickly replaced by pleasure as he sets a steady pace, grinding against me in all the right places.

“Good… Fuck, so good!” he groans the words against my neck. My skin is prickling with pleasure and perspiration, and when his teeth graze against my throat, I tip my head to the side without thinking, exposing the skin. He nips at me, and I whimper, something primal swirling in the back of my mind. Something I want to reach out to.

But beyond it all, a little voice nags at me, whispering about things I don’t want to think about. So I don’t. I don’t think about Rack or his hands on me or the chemicals that have been poisoning my body. This is good. Better than good.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me as our bodies move together. His breaths are coming out in pants now, matching mine as we both get closer and closer to our release.

“Yes! Close! I’m so close.” My nails rake down his back.

“Fuck,” he groans as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster until we’re both hurtling towards our orgasms together.

As we climax, Jagger lets out a guttural growl that sends shivers down my spine. I look up at him, dazed with the force of it. His eyes are glowing, a hint of fang visible between his parted lips. I’m looking up at the wolf within the man, and it thrills me. I lift my head and press my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to him.

“Sierra,” he moans into my mouth as he sinks onto me. His chest is heaving, his flesh slick with sweat when I run my palms down his shoulders to his arms and twine my fingers through his. We’re locked together in the most intimate embrace, and the realization hits me like a blinding flash.

He’s my mate.

Jagger Law is my mate.

I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.

Chapter 24

Jagger

Sierra is sleeping again, but this time, it’s not the fitful slumber of the past days while she’s been here. She’s peaceful. Her cheek rests in the hollow of my shoulder, and her hand is splayed across my chest. Soft breaths whisper over my skin. I can’t shift my legs because her knee is hooked over my thighs.

What the fuck happened last night?

I’ve been wracking my brain since she drifted off to sleep. We hadn’t spoken, both too confused to make sense of it. At least, I was. It wasn’t meant to be like this. We had an arrangement. I thought it was working. Now…this.

But it feels right. As if it was meant to be like this all along.

Don’t fight it, Law.

Fuck, I was a fool. All those years of denying myself this feeling because I was afraid of what it would turn me into. Now, my strongest impulse is to keep her safe and content like this forever. Maybe I wasn’t just staying true to my mother’s memory when I took that vow. Maybe I was waiting for the right one to come along.

Sierra makes a soft sound, and I pull her closer.

My mate…

It should shock me, but it doesn’t, because I think I’ve known it all along. And it’s good. I pull in a breath and let it out slowly, a lifetime of tension easing from me. I’m still wallowing in a fog of bliss when someone bangs on the door.

“Yo, Jagger! You in there?” It’s Casey.

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