C4

Briallen Wintermere woke up wrapped around Alpha Caelor Dreadmoor, the previous night crashing back into her mind in vivid waves. Sliding to the side, she rested her chin on her hand to study him in the dim morning light of the Alpha's Moon Chamber. He looked relaxed, far more at ease than she could recall him looking in a long time. After the hard truth he shared with her—that he had been pining for her even while believing their mate bond could never be realized—she knew she had been the source of his tension. Hearing it had hurt, but it also filled her with intense joy. Caelor wanted to be hers, and she wanted him to claim her in every way possible.

She looked down and noticed the prominent bulge stretching the front of his trousers. Briallen was still inexperienced, but she wanted nothing more than to show him that her need matched his. Reaching for the heavy sheet, she slowly dragged it down his chest, running her palm over his firm abdomen and loving the heat radiating off his skin. Tentatively, her hand slid down, wrapping her small fingers around his hard length through the fabric.

"Briallen," Caelor growled, his deep voice thick with sleep as his dark eyes cracked open to fix on hers.

"Show me," Briallen whispered, holding his gaze. "Show me what you need me to do."

Caelor reached out, his massive hand clamping over hers to tighten her grip. "Squeeze harder, little Luna. If you want to drive your Alpha over the edge, you can't be gentle."

He guided her hand in a rigid, heavy stroke that made her previous attempts feel timid. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, his back arching slightly off the mattress. Briallen watched his reaction, her own body responding instantly as a slick heat pooled between her thighs. Sensing her surrender, Caelor released her hand, letting her pump him on her own while his broad palm reached up to cup her bare breast. He pinched her nipple tightly, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight down to her dripping core.

"That's it," Caelor dark-talked, his thumb rolling over her peak. "Work my cock, Briallen."

She quickened her rhythm, noticing a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Drawn by pure instinct, she leaned down and darted her tongue over the crown, tasting his salty heat.

"Take it all," Caelor commanded, his fingers tangling into her hair to anchor her. "I want to feel those sweet lips stretched around me."

Briallen opened her mouth wider, taking him in until the head pressed against the back of her throat. She swallowed around his length, taking him deeper without flinching.

"Fucking hell," Caelor hissed, his hips lifting off the bed. "No gag reflex at all. You really were made just for me."

His rough words pushed her further, her suction growing greedy and rhythmic. Caelor’s hands tightened in her hair, his breathing turning ragged as the mate bond burned red-hot between them.

"Are you ready for your Alpha's seed?" Caelor growled, his thighs tense beneath her. "You're going to swallow every drop. Don't let a single drop spill, or I'll spank that little pussy raw."

A whimper escaped Briallen's throat around his cock at the threat. She sucked harder, feeling his whole frame lock up.

"Fuuuuuck," Caelor roared as his release hit her tongue. Briallen swallowed rapidly, taking every drop of his hot cum before licking the tip clean and climbing up his body to straddle his thick thigh.

Caelor opened his eyes, staring up at her short, lush frame with possessive fury. "You just sealed your fate, little one. I'm never letting you leave this fortress. Every morning starts with you wrapped around my cock."

"Good," Briallen pouted, rubbing her wet center against his hard leg. "Because I'm not going back to the Wintermere territory. I belong right here."

"Is my Luna's pussy begging for attention?" Caelor asked, a dark smirk touching his lips.

"Please, Caelor," she moaned, grinding down onto him. "It aches so bad."

"Sit up," he ordered softly. He reached down, spreading her wide, swollen outer lips before pressing her bare clit directly against his skin. "Now ride my leg and let me watch those heavy breasts bounce."

Briallen gasped at the intense contact, rocking her hips fast against his thigh. Caelor reached up, plucking hard at her sensitive nipples until she let out a sharp cry, her inner walls clenching violently as her orgasm crashed over her. She collapsed onto his chest, trembling from head to toe.

Caelor chuckled, sliding out from beneath her and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Time to move, Briallen. The pack council won't wait."

"I can't even stand," Briallen whined, pulling the sheet over her naked, five-foot-four frame.

Caelor yanked the sheet right back off her, grabbing her waist to haul her off the bed. "No slacking. Your father is arriving at the fortress within the hour to discuss the territory papers, and Elswyth is already asking questions."

Briallen glared at him, her cheeks flushing. "I don't care about Elswyth Thornfield."

"Good," Caelor growled, pulling her flush against his chest and giving her bottom a firm squeeze. "Get in the shower. Meet me in the dining hall in ten minutes."

Briallen rushed through her shower, keeping her hair up since Caelor had washed it the night before. She put on a simple pink sundress with white cotton panties from a bag left in the chamber, leaving her feet bare as she navigated the stone corridors of the Dreadmoor Alpha Fortress down to the kitchen.

When she walked in, Caelor was seated at the counter typing on his encrypted pack tablet, while an older pack maid, Nerys, was at the stove.

"Morning, little Luna," Caelor said, looking up with a soft gleam in his dark eyes.

"You must be Briallen!" Nerys squealed, turning around with a platter of meats. "The reason Alpha Caelor actually has a smile on his face!"

Briallen blushed deeply. "I'm sure he smiles sometimes."

Caelor stood up, stepping close to Briallen and leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I hate washing off the scent of your wet core, but I can't sit across from your father smelling like your release."

"Caelor!" Briallen gasped, shoving his chest.

Caelor's expression instantly shifted into absolute authority, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Listen to me, Briallen. In front of your father or the pack elders, call me Alpha or Caelor if it makes you comfortable. But inside our private quarters, you acknowledge me as your Alpha and your mate without hesitation. No shame. No doubt. Anyone who objects can answer to my claws."

"Our quarters?" she asked softly.

"Fuck yes, our quarters," Caelor growled. "You are my Luna. I will tear down anyone who tries to take you back to the Wintermere Lodge. You are mine."

He pulled her into a bruising kiss, his hand slipping under her sundress to stroke her through her thin panties until Nerys cleared her throat behind them.

"Ten minutes, Briallen," Caelor said, releasing her and walking down the hall toward his study.

Minutes later, a heavy knock echoed through the fortress. Nerys escorted Torsten Wintermere into the dining room. Briallen’s father looked worn, his eyes cold as he pulled her into a tight hug.

"Briallen, thank Goddess you're safe," Torsten said, pulling back to look at her. "When Garran told me Caelor took you from the ceremony, I thought the worst. Caelor hasn't forced you into anything, has he?"

"No, Father," Briallen said, taking a seat at the table. Caelor walked in moments later, taking the seat right beside her, his massive frame radiating dominance. Torsten sat across from them, his hands clenching into fists on the wooden table.

"It feels like a trap," Torsten said bitterly. "You bringing my daughter to the Dreadmoor Fortress right after the land contracts were contested."

"Let's be clear, Torsten," Caelor interrupted, sliding his hand over Briallen's on top of the table. "I didn't bring her here for land rights."

Torsten's gaze snapped down to their joined hands, his jaw clenching tightly. "What the hell is this, Caelor? She is my daughter. She's supposed to marry into the Hollowclaw lineage to clear our pack debts!"

"That deal is dead," Caelor growled, his voice dropping an octave into an Alpha command. "Briallen is my true mate. I realized my feelings before the Moon Ascension, and I am not letting her go. You have two choices today, Torsten. Option one: you fight me on this, lose your standing, and walk out of this fortress alone. Option two: you accept the Dreadmoor protection, sign off on the mate bond, and walk out alone. Either way, Briallen stays with me."

Torsten stared at Caelor, shock and fury waging war on his face before he slowly sank back into his chair. "And what about her future? What about her Luna training? Are you just keeping her locked in this den for your own power?"

"I'm sitting right here!" Briallen snapped, slamming her small hand on the table and cutting them both off.

Both men froze, turning to look at her.

"Father, I am not a piece of land to be traded to Garran Hollowclaw or used to pay off pack debts," Briallen said, her dark eyes flashing with anger. "Caelor gives me what I need. He respects me, and I choose to stay here as his Luna."

She turned her gaze to Caelor, her voice softening slightly. "And Caelor, stop talking about my future like I don't have a say. I choose this pack. I choose you. Now, if you two are done measuring your authority over my life, I'm going to take my food into the hall."

Briallen stood up, grabbing her plate from the table, leaving the two powerful Alphas staring at her in stunned silence.

As she reached the doorway, a loud commotion broke out in the courtyard below, followed by the sudden, harsh burst of the fortress alarm. Garran Hollowclaw's voice echoed through the external speakers, backed by the heavy tread of armed pack enforcers.

"Alpha Caelor!" Garran's voice roared from outside. "Hand over Briallen Wintermere and the land deeds, or the Hollowclaw Pack tears this fortress apart!"