Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“Here,” I mumbled, holding it out to her. “You can sleep in this.”
“Thanks,” she murmured, taking it from me and brushing my fingers with hers.
That one touch almost sent me to my knees and had me clenching my jaw and fists as I tossed the bag on the tent floor and turned to give her some privacy to change.
Goddess, damn it, I was acting like a bumbling teenaged virgin instead of the experienced, confident alpha I was. I don’t know what it was about her that made me that way, but she turned me into a helpless puddle without even trying.
The soft rustling sounds of her changing filled the tent, and I yanked my shirt off, dropping it on top of the bag before unbuckling my belt and removing my jeans.
I stood with my hands on my hips, breathing deeply, trying to control my thoughts, deciding whether to slip on my gym shorts or stay in my boxers. But the only thing my deep breathing did was fill my lungs with Haven’s jasmine and fruit scent mixed with the light musk of her arousal.
My dick had been semi-hard pretty much all day, and the fragrance coming from her side of the tent did nothing to ease the tension in my pants. I lifted my fist to my mouth and bit my knuckles to keep in the groan threatening to spill out of me.
I wanted her.
“Are you done changing?” I asked through clenched teeth, my hand moving to my hair, my eyes closing as I tried to hold my breath.
“Yeah,” she said.
I took a moment to prepare myself before I turned to face her. I knew seeing her in my clothes would light a fire in me, and there was a chance it would bring my lycan forward, so I needed to be ready.
I turned my head first, looking at her over my shoulder. She’d taken her braid out so her hair fell in damp, loose waves over her shoulders, and my old, gray Stanford T-shirt came to the middle of her thighs, leaving the rest of her long, smooth dancer legs on display.
I let my eyes skate over her body, searing the image of her in my clothes into my brain. My lycan didn’t know whether to purr, pant, growl, run around in circles, or roll around on his back at the sight in front of him. So he was in my head doing a weird dance of all five.
Her eyes did the same once over on my body, a long, slow drag of her gaze as she drank in almost all of me. The heat and desire in her eyes when she met mine brought my dick to full attention.
Fuck, I wanted her.
I grabbed the sleeping bag from the mat to cover my dick as I faced her fully and started babbling.
“So, bad news, unfortunately. I thought there was another sleeping bag in the back of my truck, but it turns out there was only one. I think Seb or Reid might have stolen it the last time they went on a hike or something. I don’t know. I swear, though, I didn’t know there was only one. I really thought I had two. If I had known, I would have gone home for another one or stopped somewhere and bought you one, but—“
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling of the tent. Yep. Bumbling idiot.
“So, long story short, there is only one sleeping bag,” I said.
She shook her head at me and grabbed the sleeping bag from me, unrolling it and unzipping it to lay it out on the thin camping pad on the floor.
“Wes.” She laughed as she got on her knees and spread the sleeping bag out like a comforter. “Wesley, you didn’t have to pretend to bring only one sleeping bag. If you wanted to snuggle me, all you had to do was ask,” she said, peering up at me from the pad, her blue eyes wide and sparkling.
I crouched down to her level, helping her spread the bag out. The horny, anxious beast in my head paced back and forth as he watched me. He wanted to push forward and help me, but I held him back. I didn’t need his help. I would do this my way.
I reached out for her cheek once we had everything settled, and took in a deep breath. “Sugar Plum, will you snuggle—“
Her lips were on mine before I could finish the question, her arms moving around my neck to pull her body closer. My hands grabbed her hips, lifting her so I could maneuver us down to the pad. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pressing her core against me and letting me feel through her underwear how warm and wet and ready she was for me.
I held onto her with one arm around her middle while the other balanced me as I lowered her to the pad, my hips settling between her thighs and my rock-solid cock pressing into her warm center, showing her how I wanted her just as much as she wanted me. A moan left her mouth, and my own answered it as she writhed under me, pressing her pussy harder against my dick.
My shirt on her body had ridden up around her hips, exposing her navy blue underwear to my eyes as I tore my lips from hers to gaze down at her as she lay beneath me.
Her cheeks flushed with desire, and her red curls spread out on the pillow behind her. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and her scent filled the tent, feeding the desire in my soul. She was so exquisite, so breathtaking. She was everything I never knew I needed, and I couldn’t picture my life without her in it.
I gripped her hip, squeezing it as her hands moved from my neck to my collarbone and my chest. Her smooth, cool fingertips played with the smattering of chest hair on my torso, making goosebumps appear on my warm skin.
My hips pressed harder into hers, and I tilted my head up towards the ceiling, my throat tight as her hands continued to caress my body, her touch cool but somehow leaving warmth in its wake.
Fuck. I. Wanted. Her.
I lowered myself to my elbows, my body hovering just above hers, and my lips met hers again, my tongue pushing through the seam of her lips into her mouth.
She rewarded me with another sweet little moan as our tongues tangled together, and I savored the taste of her mouth and the sounds of her pleasure.
“Wesley,” she groaned, panting as my mouth moved to her neck.
Her hands clutched at my back, her nails digging into my skin.
She arched up into me, pressing her small breasts against my chest, and through the fabric of my shirt on her body, I could feel her hard little nipples.
It took everything in me to hold back my lycan, to not slice down the center of the shirt with my claw and reveal her naked torso to my eyes. It took every ounce of restraint I had in me to pull away from her, and it pained me to open my mouth and say my next words to her.
But I had to. I didn’t want our first time together to be like this. I didn’t think I could hold myself back from taking her the way my lycan craved—to be dominant and possessive, to claim her as our equal and our mate. Our luna.
“Haven, wait,” I gritted out between my teeth, rising to my knees so our bodies no longer touched.
She whimpered as I pulled away, making my lycan growl and gnash his teeth at me in my head, which made it harder for me to say what I needed to say.
“Sugar Plum,” I grunted, “I want you. I want you so fucking much,” I told her.
“Then take me, Wes,” she murmured. “I want this too. I’m yours.”
Goddess fucking damn it, she had no fucking idea what those words meant, what they did to the primal side of me, what they ignited in my lycan.
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