Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
He smiled, and his grip relaxed, letting me slide onto his thick, hard cock.
A strangled cry left my body as he entered me, both from the fullness of having him inside me again, and from the heightened pleasure I assumed was due, at least in part, to the mate bond. Wes slid his hands up my back and down again, his groan of pleasure echoing my cry.
His eyes closed, and his head tilted back as he waited for me to move again. He pulled me against him so there was no space between our upper bodies.
My mouth found his as I began to move, lifting myself up and sliding back down his impressive length. Our lips tangled together, and we held each other tight, as tight as we could, as if we thought the other would disappear if we were to let go.
He tore his lips from mine and inhaled sharply, then began kissing along my jaw and down my neck. His face turned towards the wall of mirrors.
“Look at yourself, Sugar Plum,” he coaxed me, his hand moving to my neck and his thumb pushing my chin so I could do what he said. “Look at how beautiful you are with me inside you.”
“Wes,” I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut and my cheeks heating.
“Eyes open, Haven,” he ordered, squeezing my neck a little and, try as I might to stop it, my body couldn’t help but follow his commands. “I want you to see how well your pussy takes my dick. I want you to watch yourself fall apart.”
I swallowed but kept my eyes open as he kissed my neck again, his thumb rubbing my jaw and his other hand cupping my breast. I let my gaze travel over our bodies in the reflection, both watching and feeling as I rose and fell on his penis, watching and feeling him disappear inside me when I sank down onto him.
My chest was rosy from my building orgasm, and Wesley’s ragged breathing told me he was close, too. I took Wes’s hand from my breast and moved it down between us, guiding him to my aching clit, which he touched without hesitation.
“That’s it,” he murmured, grabbing my hair again and tugging. “Take whatever you need.”
It wasn’t long before I reached my orgasm, my body moving faster against his and my pleasure radiating from my center all the way out to my fingers and toes. I cried out again, and Wesley’s shout of pleasure followed mine as he squeezed me to him, his body tensed up with his own orgasm.
Our movements slowed, and I collapsed against him, catching my breath as he rubbed soothing circles into my back and kissed my neck and my shoulder. The added intensity from the bond and the erotic sight of us in the mirror made it so neither of us lasted very long, but I didn’t mind. We needed the moment of reconnection, of passion, after everything we’d gone through and our time apart.
“I love you, Haven,” Wesley said against my skin.
And I smiled to myself because through the bond, I could feel that every word he said was true.
HAVEN
As we basked in the afterglow of our make-up sex, Wesley continued to caress my bare skin and kiss my shoulder, neck, and chest, all while murmuring sweet nothings to me. His lips traveled over my skin in a lazy trail, leaving behind little tingles and sparks wherever they went.
As he did this, he slowly and gently removed his softening penis from me, then settled me back on his lap while he adjusted his position on the floor. I couldn’t imagine it was very comfortable to sit on, but I was too caught up in my post-coital haze to mention it to him. I knew he would move us somewhere else if he really wanted to.
“I really am sorry,” he said, lifting his head to look at me. His fingers played with the ends of my curls, twirling and untwirling them.
“I know,” I reassured him. “I’m sorry too.”
He pursed his lips together and looked down. “But I shouldn’t have ignored you. After everything—everything you’ve been through, everything you told me—I should have known how not contacting you at all would make you feel. I should have remembered.”
I sighed and shut my eyes for a moment. He was right, but he had already apologized. And I didn’t want to play the blame game or rehash everything that had happened, everything we’d already discussed and apologized for.
His fingers drew lazy strokes on my neck and shoulder, tracing lines down my chest and then back up again. I opened my eyes to see him touching my scars, his eyes on them, but his stare was vacant, as if his mind were somewhere else.
Desperate to change the subject, I asked, “Do you hate them?”
His eyes lifted to mine, and he shook his head. “No, I don’t hate them. I hate that you have them. I hate how you got them. They remind me of how I failed you.”
I put my hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes at my touch. “No, they’re a reminder of what we could have lost. What we have to fight for,” I said.
The tension in his face softened. He lifted his hand to cover mine, and he turned his head to kiss my palm. “And they’re a reminder of how strong my mate is. How she’s even stronger than me sometimes,” he whispered into my hand.
“I’m not strong. Not compared to you and the other werewolves in your pack.”
“Strength isn’t just physical, Haven. And you are strong. Even after everything you’ve faced, everything you’ve been through, you’re still you. You’re still Haven. And that takes strength, strength most of us don’t have.”
My eyes itched as he spoke, my lip quivering as I held everything in. I cupped his face with my other hand, then leaned forward and kissed him. Our lips met with slow movements, both of us savoring the feel and taste of each other.
But what started as slow and sweet rapidly dissolved into fast and frenzied, our naked bodies moving closer with each passing second. Wesley grew harder again underneath me, and I slid my lower lips along his length.
With a growl, he lifted me and turned us in one swift movement, lowering me to the cool floor. I inhaled through my nose at the sudden cold against my skin, and Wesley settled himself over me and between my legs, his mouth never leaving mine.
Another growl echoed through the room, and it took me longer than I should admit to realize it wasn’t a growl from Wesley but a growl from me. From my stomach.
Wesley pulled back and looked down at my stomach, then cocked an eyebrow. “I thought you had pizza?”
I nodded. “We did,” I said. “For lunch,” I added, my voice barely a whisper.
Wesley sighed and dipped his chin down, his shoulders shaking with a silent laugh. My cheeks heated, and I blurted out, “I’m sorry! I was being petty! As soon as I saw you had made me grilled cheese and tomato soup, I just wanted to jump on you and kiss you for even remembering that it’s my favorite meal.”
“I threw those sandwiches away,” he chuckled.
“I know.” I pouted.
“I can make more?” he offered, and I nodded. “Okay,” he said with a smile. Then he ducked his head down, kissed my stomach, and said, “All right, let’s get some food in you.”
He stood from the floor and pulled me up with him, his hands settling on my hips and caressing me. “There are some of your things in the other bedroom,” he said. “Reid went and got them from your apartment earlier. I put them in the other bedroom because I didn’t want to just assume you would stay in my room with me since you were mad at me. I wasn’t even sure you’d want to stay here at all, but I was hoping you would so—“
“Our room,” I corrected, cutting his rambling off.
“What?”
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