My hands explore every curve and dip of her toned body, just the way I pictured the night we met. My lips form a path of kisses down her jawline, her neck and down to her cleavage. Fuck she’s gorgeous. I run my tongue along the swell of her breasts and find myself grinding against her very wet core. She’s soaked through her lingerie and her juices are lubricating my dick. Her breathing is laboured as she writhes under me, her pussy rocking against my dick seeking friction – friction I am all too willing to give. “Can I take this all off?” I ask as I gently nip the tops of her breasts, my tongue tracing over her Alpha’s mark causing her breath to get stuck in her throat. “Please,” she says in a moan as she arches into me; my dick is throbbing right now, but I’m not rushing this. I sit back on my heels and give myself a second to take in the beauty splayed out in front of me. She is the sexiest sight that not even my wildest dreams could make up. I gently claw my fingers down her thi
I don’t want to pull away, but I know I should. So I slowly pull out and lay beside her pulling her into my arms. She turns on her side facing me snuggling into me, and I can’t help my shit-eating grin. I just mated and marked my animai, she’s finally mine and no one can take that away from me. “How are you feeling?” I gently ask as I smooth her hair out of her face. She smiles up at me with those incredible clear beach water eyes. “You tell me,” she smirks. I chuckle. “I can feel how happy and content you feel, but I still want to hear it,” I say kissing her nose as I stroke her back. The electricity felt from our touch is now a thousand times more potent to the point I can feel myself getting hard again. I guess I’m going to be walking around with a permanent erection. “I’ve never felt happier than I do right now. That was the single most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t wait to do it again,” she beams. I throw back my head and laugh. “I think I’ve created a mons
Waking up I have never been so glad I’m a mutolupus. Last night was the most mind-blowing, vigorous, euphoric, and romantic night of my life. For hours I lost myself in Marcus and him in me, neither able to get enough of each other. He took me to the heights of pleasure I didn’t even think existed. It was a delicious mix of making love; which was slow and tender; and fucking hard and fast to the point of my soul being blown out of my body. If it weren’t for fast healing and supernatural stamina I would be dead to the world right now. Marcus is wrapped around me, just like he was every time I woke up during my heat, but this time is different. Now that we’re marked I can feel everything he feels, and I have a direct link to his mind. I can see his dreams now! Should I? Maybe that’s an invasion of privacy. But then again we are bonded now… I take a little peek into his mind and my heart does somersaults. He’s dreaming about me! It’s not even a sex dream, shockingly. He’s dreaming of us
Once we’re finished we get out, dry off and I head into my closet to get dressed. I decide today will be a casual day; light blue skinny jeans, black tank top and a pair of Nike Air Jordans in pink, red and black. To my pleasant surprise, Marcus has his bag stored in my closet, so he changes with me. He changes into a stretch navy blue t-shirt, black ripped jeans with tan pull up boots. I lick my lips at the sight of him. He’s all around grade A material and one hundred per cent all mine.I quickly run off to brush my teeth, but he follows behind me with a toothbrush so he can do the same. This is so weird! But the good weird. It’s like we’ve already stumbled into a routine, yet we haven’t even been mated and marked a full day. I’m not complaining, of course, this is amazing and feels unbelievably natural.“Always a pop of colour down south huh?” He muses while combing his long locks – his beard isn’t long enough to require combing. I cock my head quizzically at him. “Your shoes. Almo
This is bad. This is so very bad. You see, my parents balance each other out very nicely. My dad is rational, level-headed, and thinks before he acts; which he passed on to me. My mum on the other hand can be pretty volatile, something she also passed on to me I think. Oh, for the most part, she’s charming, delightful, and upbeat. But upset her in any way and you’re up shit creek without a paddle. As I’ve mentioned my mum is a picture of elegance when she dresses, and usually, she sticks to more natural tones – maroon being her favourite. But anyone who knows my mum knows that when she wants to interrogate or intimidate someone she pulls out all-black attire. So Vitali telling me my mum is in the Alpha suite all in black with my animai who she recently sucker punched has sirens in my head screaming ‘mayday.’ “Babe, just how fucked am I right now?” Comes Marcus’ voice in my mind. “I won’t lie, it’s not good. But I’ll be there in a second.” True to my word, I zip out of the Beta sui
Lunch was actually great after that little debacle. Mum was her usual charming self and she and Marcus were quickly getting along. I can see dad already viewing Marcus as the son he never had. I don’t say that bitterly, I know my father has never for a moment wished he had a son, he loves me unconditionally. Marcus talked about his pack, his family and even his first shift. It was one of the best lunches I’ve ever had. I can only hope it goes smoothly when he meets my grandparents, or when I meet his parents. I fear his mother and I are going to clash like oil and water. After lunch, we make our way downstairs hand in hand and as cliché, as it sounds, I feel like I’m walking on air. “That went a lot better than I expected it to,” Marcus says. “If that was considered better I hate to think what you actually expected.” “More punches, that’s for sure. Your dad seemed to like me,” he beams proudly. “Dad definitely likes you,” I smile. “He liked the way you stood up for me and us, he
Ace is acting like the cat that got the cream since he and Zara mated – multiple times. “Hey! Do not call me a cat, that’s racist!” He shouts indignantly. “Calm down, Cujo, it was just an expression,” I say rolling my eyes. He gasps, “Now you’re calling me a rabid dog, the insults just keep coming.” Believe it or not, this is Ace in a good mood. Damn wolf is practically floating on air, and I know the feeling. Being connected to Amelia and Zara is incredible. I’m thrilled I get to talk to her wolf now and Ace can talk to Amelia. Naturally, his first topic of conversation with her was throwing me under the bus. My wolf is such an asshole. “Do not say it takes one to know one!” I exclaim cutting Ace off before he can speak. He’s quick to clamp his muzzle shut. Yeah, I know him too well. We’re returning to the packhouse when suddenly we feel panic radiating out of Amelia as Zara comes to a standstill. Ace nudges her shoulder letting out a whine of concern. Something has happened.
I am greeted by Caleb as I enter the cells. He nods solemnly as I sign the logbook. As usual, news travels fast. “Gamma Tyson has the prisoner in interrogation room one,” he tells me. I nod and make my way down the hall until I get to the hallway that houses the interrogation rooms. I see Tatiana standing guard outside room one on the right-hand side. She gives me a quick nod and opens the door for me. I nod and step inside. It’s a small white square room with a reinforced titanium table in the middle that is bolted to the floor with a chair on either side facing each other, which are also bolted to the floor. There’s a two-way mirror that runs the length of the wall on the right-hand side. On the other side of the mirror is the observation room, but we won’t be needing that today. The only source of light in this room is a single lightbulb in the ceiling, which isn’t overly bright, but the white walls make it seem brighter. But with wolf eyesight, it could be pitch black and we’d se