Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
She sat up and reached for the hem of the shirt on her body, but I grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, pressing her back down against the camping pad and pinning her there.
Bad idea. Because now my lycan was really trying to surge forward, and I had to close my eyes and clench my teeth again.
“Please, Wesley,” she begged, squirming underneath me, trying to create friction between our bodies. My eyes snapped open to find hers boring into me, hooded and filled with need.
We stared at each other, neither of us blinking or moving aside from the rise and fall of our chests as we worked to catch our breath.
I wanted her. I wanted her. I fucking wanted her.
But not like this. Not when I could barely control my lycan. Not in my old tent on the hard ground of a campsite. And not when she didn’t even know the truth of what I was.
“Not like this,” I muttered, shaking my head. “You deserve more than this. You deserve candlelight and romance. You deserve better than hard and fast on the floor of my tent.”
“I just want real and you,” she replied. “I don’t need special.”
“Haven,” I sighed, pressing my forehead to hers.
I couldn’t even fully explain to her why I couldn’t just fuck her senseless. I couldn’t tell her it was because if I let myself have her, I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop my lycan from claiming her, from marking her. The whole day had been foreplay, one moment after the next building us up until we were ready to burst, and my lycan wanted to take what was his, mark her as his.
“Haven, please. Just let me—let me do this the way I want.”
I opened my eyes and pulled back from her a little, and she pulled her lips into her mouth and nodded. “Okay,” she said in a very quiet voice.
The disappointment in her voice and her eyes left a bitter flavor in my mouth, and as she tried to pull her arms away from my hands, I smirked.
She needed a release. That much was clear. I could feel it, smell it, and practically taste it—and damn it, I was going to give it to her.
It wouldn’t be exactly what either of us wanted, but it would ease that tension and cool the fire between us. At least for a little while.
“Not so fast, Sugar Plum,” I growled, dipping my head down to her neck. “Just because I’m not going to fuck you doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you feel good,” I said, placing a kiss right above the collar of the T-shirt.
Her whole body shuddered, and I smiled against her skin.
I lifted myself up and ran my hands along her body from her arms and down her sides to her hips, my palms stroking the side of her breasts through the shirt. Her back arched, but she kept her hands up by her head, her eyes on my face, watching me as I watched her.
My lycan urged me to just rip the flimsy fabric of her underwear that separated me from her pussy, but I knew she didn’t have more with her. So instead, I dragged them over her hips and down her legs, tossing them somewhere behind me as I revealed her lower half to my eyes.
My dick twitched in my boxers at the sight in front of me. There was something extra provocative at seeing her pussy and legs exposed to me, with the rest of her still being covered. Even so, I could see her little hard as diamond nipples poking against the cotton T-shirt.
She didn’t shy away from my hungry gaze or try to cover herself or close her thighs. No, she fucking spread her legs further, giving me the perfect view of all of her.
That was the last link on the chain holding me back. I swallowed back my growl as I dove forward, laying on my stomach between her legs, my head at the apex of her thighs. I took one deep inhale of her sweet scent, then I put my mouth on her, tasting her for the first time.
And oh, what a taste it was. One kiss was enough to ruin me. There was no turning back. She was it for me.
Her hands flew down to weave into the short strands of my hair, and she cried out, “Oh, Wesley!”
I hummed my approval as I continued my exploration of her. My tongue tasted every inch of her, licking up every drop that spilled from her.
Her little whimpers and moans were just how I imagined, yet somehow even better in real life. Each one encouraged me to continue, each one drove me wild with need.
Not just the need to have her but the need to give her what she wanted. The need to bring her over the edge and watch her fall apart.
My hands came up near my face. One held her thigh even more out of the way, and the other joined my mouth and played with her, teasing more of those sexy sounds from her body. I slid one finger inside her with ease, and her hips jerked at the full feeling.
My lips twitched with a laugh, but I didn’t stop, and her bucking hips switched to smooth, rolling movements as she chased her orgasm.
I knew she was getting close as her walls tightened around my finger, and I turned my palm up, finding and stroking that special spot in her pussy.
“Wes…” she moaned, and her hands moved away from my hair, her body tensing as she reached the precipice of bliss.
My thumb padded over her clit and I lifted my eyes to watch her as she shattered while still keeping my mouth on her entrance, and I was rewarded with the most beautiful sight.
Her hands squeezed her breasts through her shirt, pulling and twisting her nipples, and her body writhed without restraint. She came hard, with my name on her lips and my hands and mouth on her body. I growled against her pussy as her release spilled out, not caring to hold the sound back from her.
I touched and kissed her through each wave of her orgasm, keeping my kisses tender and gentle until I was sure she was finished.
I crawled back up her body as she caught her breath, hovering over her again and soaking in the relaxed, pleased expression on her features. I lowered my mouth to hers and gave her a sweet kiss, keeping it light and tender and not deepening it. Then I rolled onto my side, pulling her little body into mine and wrapping her up tight in my arms, my nose burying into the top of her hair as I inhaled her scent that was beginning to mix with mine.
She nuzzled into my chest, her arms wrapping around me, too, and hugging me as tight as she could. She was out in minutes, and I knew I would follow her soon.
I was hard as steel in my boxers, but unlike my previous encounters with other females, I didn’t care about getting mine too. All that mattered was her and her pleasure and that I had been the one to give that to her, to make her fall apart. It had been my name falling from her lips as she came, and it would be my name for the rest of our days.
Because she was mine.
My lycan agreed, nodding his head dazedly in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
WESLEY
Soft fingertips tracing along my chest and left arm pulled me from my deep, restful slumber. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and found the tent filled with a soft gray light.
My little ballerina lay next to me, still safe and comfortable in the circle of my arms, and I pulled her in closer to me. Her body melted into mine, relaxing against every inch of me, her subtle curves a perfect fit with my muscles and strength.
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