Page 63 of Betrayed Alpha Mate

I shake my head slowly as I guide Emily toward the wall beside the fridge, pressing myself against her so she can feel how hard I am for her.

“They’ll be fine,” I mumble, dipping my head at her neck and inhaling her sweet scent that intoxicates me and drives me wild. It’s a wonder how I’ve exercised so much self-control these past few nights, having her in my bed but without the liberty of exploring her to my heart’s content.

Her gentle whimper when I graze her scent gland with my teeth is like music to my ears. The warmth of her magic spreads around us like heat, stirring my inner wolf from the depths I forced him into. It was only to stay controlled, but the beast inside me is waking up, wanting to lay claim to the mate whose soul was forged from the same fires that created him, a mate whose name was written alongside his even before my birth in this lifetime.

“We should…we should probably tell them we’re not going out again,” she whimpers, moaning when I lick a fat stripe over her scent gland.

“Trust me…” I rasp against the shell of her ear, watching the lobe turn scarlet. “They’re gonna know we’re not going back out when they hear you scream my name.”

“Sean!” Emily exclaims, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging at the roots. Her warning comes from swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes heady with desire. “You know what you need to do.”

“Is it what you want?” I ask, eyes flitting to her neck.

“Yes…” she breathes, biting her bottom lip. “It’s what I need.”

Emily doesn’t have to tell me twice, and I’m already lifting her off her feet and draping her thighs around my waist as I carry her toward the bedroom while our lips are locked in a passionate kiss. Each step toward the bed fuels my inner wolf with adrenaline, building up to be explosive when the beast claims its mate.

Properly, this time, in the most innate manner known to a werewolf. My gums already tingle where my canines are ready to distend, my cock hard and ready to be inside Emily. My ravenous kisses continue as I set her on her feet, ripping off her dress and not caring that I’m tearing fabric at the seams.

My wolf is cracking through my conscious mind, turning me into a rabid beast who only wants to sink its teeth into her neck. But when she’s undressed, I have to take a moment to appreciate her naked body, stepping back so I can drag my gaze down her petite frame.

I suck a breath through my teeth as I appreciate her supple curves with brush strokes of my fingertips, as if I’m painting her body in my memory, each intricate detail woven carefully to create a picture that barely does justice to the woman standing in front of me. She toys with her fingers, biting her bottom lip nervously, and batting her eyes at me seductively. She drives me wild, and with a few flicks and tosses, I’m stripped bare and bowing my head to the woman to whom I’m about to devote my entire existence.

The moment I lift my eyes again, Emily throws herself into my arms, her lips meeting mine with a silent but squelching surrender as the sloppy, passionate kiss leads us to the edge of the bed. I sit down, taking her with me, her thighs draped over my waist, her drenched core pressed against my rigid cock.

We break the kiss to catch our breath, but I catch more when my lungs fill with the scent of her pheromones, the tooth-aching sweetness forcing my canines to distend. Emily’s chest heaves at a staggered pace as she exhales, then slides both hands through my dark curls and pulls my face forward. Her face is a mere inch from mine when she whispers salaciously, “Make me yours, Alpha….”

A growl reverberates through my chest as I dip my face to the crook of her neck as she tilts her head to the side. The moment I pierce through the skin around her scent gland, she moans sweetly, the sound becoming the fuel to the fire of my existence, and I sink my canines deep into Emily’s flesh. I taste her blood, taste her magic as it bleeds all around us, and I taste her essence as it rolls over my tongue in gentle waves of bliss.

When my wolf is satisfied, I draw my teeth away, Emily’s blood trickling from the corners of my mouth. She lets out a slow breath as she meets my eyes, wearing her golden tresses of magic around her head like a crown, as she cups my face and wipes at the blood curiously.

“You’re mine now,” I say with an air of pride swelling my chest, and Emily nods softly, her eyes glowing with specks of gold glittering between the blues, her lips toying with a mischievous smile.

“Yours,” she concedes before she crushes her lips to mine, tasting herself, her blood and her essence, on my mouth and moaning into the kiss.

I reach between us, wanting to drink in more of her moans as I slide my hand between her thighs, stroking and teasing her wet folds with my skillful touch. She writhes above me, rocking her hips in sync with my ministrations, crying out my name between kisses.

As she grips my shoulders with the vices of her nails biting into my flesh, I slip my finger between her folds, teasing her, filling her walls with just a digit that curls and taps on the spongy spot deep inside. Her eyes tear up, her face contorted as she grabs a tuft of my hair and tugs with a hint of violence in her delicate fingers.

“Please, Sean!” she whimpers, rolling her hips and riding my finger as if it’s my cock. “I need you inside me!”

I conquer her lips again, sharing in her impatience as I grab my cock and slide the tip along her folds, gathering her slick like lubricant before shoving my length inside her aching walls. She opens up for me, her walls stretching for the tight fit as she growls on the kiss and bites my bottom lip.

The grazing of her teeth on my lip drives me mad, and I grab her waist, rocking her on my cock with force that has her wrapping her arms around my neck to brace herself. The lewd sounds of skin slapping skin mingle with the sounds of our heavy breathing, our sloppy kisses, and the smell of sweat in the air.

When I feel my scrotum tightening, I turn over and toss Emily onto the bed, pounding into her as I stare deeply into her eyes. There’s a silent exchange between us, and in her eyes, I can see the entire universe and the Moon Goddess Herself. I soon realize the depth of what I feel for her, and how extraordinary Emily truly is.

I come, and she allows me to spill my seed deep inside her before she follows, her walls tightening on her climax and milking me for every last drop. My name falls off her tongue like a prayer, and I drink it in as I worship her lips and her body, wrapping my arms around her frame and pulling her to me.

We barely catch our breaths before there’s a signal through the mind link, and it’s not from anyone in Silverfang. This mind link is different because it’s faint, but still there, born from the loyalty between seven members of a particular black ops squad who’d become close friends.

Friends with bonds strong enough to be considered a pack of our own, and Emily is one of us. That’s why she hears it too, when Delilah speaks through the special mind link, her voice urgent when she says, “Get to Emily’s old cottage. Now!”

Emily and I exchange frantic looks before we’re both springing into action, grabbing our clothes off the floor and dressing as quickly as we can. I grab her hand, and we rush out of the house, sprinting together toward the cottage, where we find the others at the back, the air reeking of black magic, stale and greasy.

“What happened here?” I ask when Tyler emerges from the side of the cottage.

“You guys need to see this,” he says, flicking a nod over his shoulder. The rest of us follow him to the back of Emily’s old cottage, finding the grass burned to black ashes. But it’s not random.