Page 52 of Unknowingly Adopting the Alpha
This startled both Cass and Greg from the couch where they’d been reading what appeared to be some kind of anime or manga.
“Red?” Cass asked, eyeing me warily.
“Oh,” Greg exclaimed, seeing the fury in my gaze. “I’ll be back in a week’s time, Cass.”
Cass frowned at that, but went to hug him goodbye. Greg darted around him, evading the hug, while I growled low, warning anyone who dared to touch Cass that pain would fall upon them.
“Gods,” Cass breathed, staring at me with confusion. “What has gotten into you?”
Greg managed to escape the house unscathed and with his departure my wolf approached Cass. He wasn’t afraid, more worried about me it seemed. He was backing up, not taking his eyes of me as I prowled closer. Once his back hit the living room wall, I finally shifted, caging him in with my arms.
“I need to claim you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cassian
“I need to claim you.”
Now, those words should not have been as hot as they evidently were. My dick was instantly hard and eager for whatever fun that fire in Jeremy’s eyes promised.
Please let there be biting, pretty please.
“Then take me,” I breathed.
Those seemed to be the magic words. Jeremy slammed his mouth to mine, his lips urging, forcing me to open up to him. The kiss was feral, the intensity of it enough to awaken the prey instinct in me, alerting me I was about to beabsolutelydevoured.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
He broke the kiss and I whimpered from the loss. My body shivering with need and hunger for him. He seemed just as affected, ripping—actuallyripping—my clothes off! He was growling while he did, like he was somehow proud of every inch of skin that was revealed. It was as if I was a present for him to tear open.
“Yes,” I panted. “Tear me right open.”
Jeremy ignored my words, too busy licking my exposed skin and making those growling sounds, like he was just as much animal as he was a man. It was such a turn on, somehow knowing I was affecting him so much he didn’t seem in control of his wolf instincts.
“Mine,” he snarled, like there were others here he needed to convince.
“All yours,” I agreed, hearing him almost purr from the confirmation. Maybe it was me he needed to convince? If only he knew just how gone for him I was.
His cock was poking my belly, showing me just how much he needed me. I couldn’t just let it be. It clearly needed some attention. Sliding my hand down his ripped stomach, I grabbed his length and stroked him, making him groan with relief and pleasure. His licks became nibbles on my skin, enough of a rush of danger from his strangely sharp teeth, that I leaked in what was left of my boxers.
“Please…” I begged, no longer holding it together. My legs shook, my body needing him like nobody's business. “Please, Jeremy. Make me yours forever.”
“Get naked,” he growled, then all but ran from the room, leaving me panting against the wall, my legs doing their best to keep me leaning without falling on my ass.
I’d just managed to remove the last of my tattered clothes when Jeremy came rushing back, a bottle of lube in hand and a smoldering glare that heated me up inside.
Now, neither of us had done the anal stuff before. Even if I’d only ever topped before, I knew, without a doubt, I was all for being a forever bottom. It was instinctual. I knew this was what I would prefer with my mate. I’d let him fucking devour me as he fucked into me over and over.
Yes, please and thank you.
Turning around, I bent, my arms firmly on the wall as I presented my ass to him. I shook it a little to show I did have a jiggly butt. In fact, I was rather proud of said jiggle.
A growl of appreciation escaped him. I somehow knew how to decipher his growls now, it seemed.
“So, fucking sexy,” he whispered, his tone raspy, like he wanted to growl the words but forced himself to say them instead.
I internally beamed at the praise. I’d been called cute sure, but sexy? I found I rather liked being sexy.
