“You’ll wrinkle my dress!” Carrie complained weakly.“You look beautiful nonetheless,” he said.He could have taken her out of it, freed her bracelet from the zipper, but he liked her lowered mobility right now. He didn’t want her naked, not quite. He wanted her to feel the dress around her stomach and her panties on her knees. He wanted her in front of the mirror, watching how dirty it was being eaten out clothed, her arm suspended in the air.And beautiful, she indeed was. Her pussy glistened like a sweet dessert, plump and dripping like a fruit. Looking at her naked sex, he could already taste her juices. An invitation Greg couldn’t refuse.For someone who was so against this, she was considerably wet.Greg didn’t waste any more time. Bringing his lips to her cunt, he pressed a soft kiss on her lower lips before dragging the tip of his tongue on her slit.After licking Carrie’s folds, he turned his attention to the contours of her groin, kissing along the sensitive space between he
Greg was mindlessly cruising through different channels of Carrie’s TV when he heard the Omega’s voice. He got up on command to attend to his mate’s needs.It had been about an hour since she chased him away, and despite his desire to keep his eyes on his beloved mate, he didn’t want to bother her either when she specifically told him she wanted to be alone.Truth be told, it was his nerves that got him here earlier than planned. He never really took the time to prepare himself when visiting his father’s estate. Only now did he groom himself the way he did on special occasions to look extra presentable in front of his family. And even then, it took significantly less time than he expected. Which meant more time making scenarios in his head on how the dinner would go.A pair of his newer tailored pants he got for a black-tie party last year, and the shirt he and Mandy bought for his first day of promotion. A decent formal look without going overboard. The dinner wasn’t about him anyway
“In here,” Carrie shouted from her walk-in closet when she heard her door open and close.Briefly, her eyes darted at the clock on her wall. 3 PM. Still early for Greg to pick her up. It must be Winona. The Beta had been in and out of her house these days, helping her choose her outfit and jewelry for the dinner.They’ve chosen an exceptional dress from her mom’s wardrobe and two other extras just in case.Carrie returned her focus to the mirror, checking whether her dusting powder was reaching all the required spots. Being presentable didn’t end with looking good. She wanted to smell decent as well. At the very least, cover her intimidation when she stepped into the den of wolves.The powder was packed with fragrance essence and scent suppressors. Carrie would be surrounded by a bunch of Alphas and Lunas. The thought alone unnerved her, she didn’t want to risk letting know how threatened she was.“Hey there,” a low voice said behind her, accompanying the tentative knock.From the mir
The water trickled slowly into the tub. Carrie applied a thick mask on her face for hydration, watching from the mirror as the stream began to rise, curling in delicate wisps. When the mirror finally blurred, she turned the tap off.The water was warm, perfect for a long soak.It was still midday, and after successfully chasing her mate out of her house, Carrie decided it was time for self-care. She was planning on submerging herself in the water, pampering her skin appropriately for the occasion.From the rack beside the tub, she took the basket full of her bath goodies and laced the water with lavender oil. The steam started to smell more divine—floral, warm, and slightly medicinal. It reminded her of the bath her mother liked to draw. Rose petals would float lazily across the surface, drifting with the motion of her limbs as she settled in. Her mother said keeping your body soft was as important as keeping your face wrinkle-free, and she indulged in a proper pamper day every two we
He groped her breast, feeling her light pink nipple in his palm as he squeezed her erogenous flesh. Carrie’s grip on his shoulder tightened, his scent influencing her rational mind. Without thinking, she brought her hand up and around the back of his neck, gripping it slightly and bringing him forward, towards her.The act had been so familiar that when her lips met, it felt as if they belonged there.His lips felt wonderful, sweet, and teasing. Greg’s hand wandered her body, his touch bold but relaxed. He knew exactly how to tease her, how to reel her in, make her want more.Carrie moaned softly as he parted her lips with his and slipped his tongue into her mouth, brushing it against her own. At the same time, his finger flicked over the soft fabric of her panties, exactly over her clit.She moaned, deepening the kiss and letting their tongues intertwine. His touch was magical. Carrie couldn’t help but grind on the Alpha’s hand, making sure he knew how wet he was making her.Greg r
Indeed, after an hour, Winona showed up at her door, giddy like a girl doing trick or treat. As soon as Carrie opened the door, her friend pierced her with a sharp look.“Show it to me,” she demanded.All Carrie could do was stand as the Beta swept her hair away from her neck and examine her. Winona winced at the sight of her bruise.“Damn, that looks deep,” she grimaced. “Does it hurt?”Carrie simply shrugged.It was painful, yes. More painful than her previous mark. That had been arbitrary. Greg’s mark went deep as if he had been lost in the act, his hunger taking over his practical judgment. That very thought was enough to ease the throbbing pain she still endured until now.Besides, the pain was a good reminder of how loved she was.She was marked, claimed by such a great Alpha who accepted her and fought for her, and loved her. She could endure all the pain in the world if that meant being with the Alpha whom she loved and loved her in return.Greg carried marks from Carrie as we