Alpha Brocks Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Brocks point of view – I could feel her bare vagina against my protruding bulge, yearning to be set free from the confines of my basketball shorts. "My dick yearned to be embraced by her tight folds, to feel the intensity of her presence enveloping me completely. "Her arousal was intoxicating, driving both my wolf and me wild with the irresistible pull of the mate bond. I couldn't let her go. She was rubbing against my bulge, and I so wanted release. My lips devoured hers, and she eagerly accepted. "We fit together perfectly, like two intricate pieces of a well-designed puzzle, designed to interlock with each other." Guided by instinct, I was drawn to the precise spot on her skin where my mark awaited, craving the piercing of my canines. With an indelible bite, I would claim her, etching a tattoo into her flesh that would bind her to me forever. Stephanie’s moans fueled my desire as I nipped on the soft flesh where her neck met collar bone. She undulating against my dick increasing

After the final footsteps of the departing men had echoed into silence and Grayson had vanished into the forest landscape, I redirected my attention to the extraordinary companion who had just entered my life in such an unexpected manner.As she stood—or rather, swam—where the water hugged her form, her tail in place of legs undulated with the gentle currents. She met my gaze, her striking emerald eyes a vibrant contrast to the muted tones enveloping us.She exuded a presence that was as curious as it was comforting, an enigma wrapped in a sad smile that seemed to suggest a thousand untold stories. And just like that, amidst the ordinariness of the day, I found myself in the company of a friend whose origins and essence promised the unraveling of an improbable and captivating tale.Beneath the soft canopy of the willow, I tentatively reached out, my hand pausing before it contacted my friend's quivering shoulder. Her tearful eyes conveyed a turmoil t

The air crackled with an eerie stillness as the world around me succumbed to an icy paralysis. Just as my fingers were a breath away from the welcoming grasp of Esme's hand, time itself halted, imprisoning everyone in their exact positions like figures in a wax museum. My head swiveled, taking in the tableau of suspended figures when, amidst the silence, her laughter pierced the stillness. Linda had apparated with a mischievous twinkle, reveling in the chaos of our predicament. Arms folded across my chest, my annoyance bubbled into words, thinly veiled with playful reprimand. "Linda! What in the heavens took you so long?" My voice carried a mock severity yet betrayed by the hint of a smile struggling at the edges of my lips. With her characteristic impish grin, she ushered my friends toward their cars. Brock, sober and clear-headed, was promptly assigned to the role of driver in his own vehicle. Beside him, Grayson was settled into the role of navigator on the passenger si

Refusing to relinquish my anger, I stubbornly stayed suspended in midair until exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep. It was only then that I plummeted with a thud onto the floor, and I cursed loudly, "Ouch! Darn that stupid witch!" Upon regaining my composure, I noticed someone had considerately laid out clothes for me on the bed. There was a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, both in my size, which I was grateful for. I also found brand-new underwear and a bra, extending my gratitude to the unknown provider. I carried spare makeup in my purse, which came in handy when I wanted to freshen up. After using the bathroom, I showered and blow-dried my hair. The bathroom was well-stocked with a variety of female necessities—hair dryers, makeup, nail polish, curling irons, and crimpers—a veritable diva's paradise. However, I didn't need such an extensive array. I simply applied a touch of light makeup

Grayson’s point of view --- My head was ablaze with a pain, unlike anything I had experienced in my 24 wolf years. Awakening to this agony, I found my sister had barged in, yanking the drapes open and leaping onto me, stirring me from a heavy slumber. The events of the night before were a blur; though it's uncommon for me—as a wolf—to succumb to inebriation, I vaguely recalled consuming several Long Island iced teas. Esme's beauty was truly captivating. Her dark black hair was adorned with striking emerald-green highlights, adding a touch of enchantment to her appearance. Those emerald shaded eyes seemed to hold a mysterious allure, drawing me in with their hypnotic gaze. Stephanie's friend, Esme, exuded a certain elegance and grace that made it hard to look away. Despite her physical beauty, there was something unique about her, something that made her stand out from the crowd. But