Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I pulled my black T-shirt over my head, baring myself to her. Normally, she would rake her eyes down my entire chest and abdomen, devouring every line of my muscles with her stare, but today, she kept her eyes locked on my neck. On her mark.
She stepped closer and reached up, tracing her handwriting with her fingertips. I gritted my teeth, and my cock twitched and hardened in my pants at her touch on my sensitive skin.
“It’s really healed already,” she muttered.
“I told you it would be.”
“I know,” she replied. “Does your healing affect…” She paused and pulled her hand away from my neck. “Never mind,” she said, shaking her head and turning away.
I gripped her hips again, pulling her back into me and keeping her close. “Does it affect what?” I asked.
She licked her lips, her eyes darting around the room, looking at anything and everything before meeting mine again.
“Does it affect how you age? How long you live?” she whispered, a frown marring her forehead and dimming that ever-present light on her eyes I’d grown used to.
“Yes,” I admitted. “Werewolves and lycans usually live to be around 110 or 120 years old.”
Her face fell even more, her eyes dropping away from mine. But I grabbed her chin and lifted her gaze to mine, ready to put her worries to rest.
“But if a wolf has a human mate, when they give their mate their mark, they transfer some of that life expectancy to their mate,” I explained.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, I give up some of my years so we can have more together. Meaning, you will live slightly longer than you would without my mark, and I will live a slightly shorter lifespan than I would if you weren’t human.”
“You would give that up for me? Your long life?”
“Haven.” I sighed, sliding my hand along her jawline. “Haven, I would give up everything for you. My title, my pack—all of it is nothing without you here by my side. My life is meaningless without you in it.”
Her eyes lit with the same fire I’d felt in my veins when we walked home. She reached up onto her toes and kissed me hard, stoking that fire into a blaze.
“Mark me, Wesley,” she gasped, her breath warming my lips. “Make me yours.”
My fingers tangled into her hair, holding her in place as I returned her kiss. My tongue swiped against the seam of her lips, and her mouth opened with just that gentle prompting. Our tongues met, dancing and tangling as our bodies pressed together insistently.
She clutched at my shoulders, pulling herself closer to me. Her hips rolled against mine, and her body writhed, seeking more, seeking what we both desperately needed.
My arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her and walking her to the bed. Her legs wrapped around my waist, placing her core right on my dick. She rocked against it, moaning into my mouth as we continued our passionate kiss.
I dropped her on the bed, removing her hands from my shoulders so I could step backwards and undress the rest of the way. Our eyes drank each other in as we both undressed, racing to be the first one naked.
I won, of course, since I’d had a head start. And as soon as my cock came into view, her hands froze on the button of her jeans, and her heart stuttered in her chest, her breath catching.
A flush spread from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, and her already hard nipples tightened further. The scent of her arousal filled the room, potent even through her jeans, and sent my lycan into a howling and rolling frenzy in my mind.
I groaned and fisted my dick, already painfully hard and ready for Haven. “You smell exquisite.” I sighed, lunging towards her.
My hands replaced hers on her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them deftly, sliding them and her underwear down her hips and legs, discarding it all on the floor. I slid my hands up the insides of her legs; her smooth, pale skin pebbled under my touch, whimpers and mewls spilling from her lips the closer I came to her entrance.
I stopped at the top of her thighs, though, only inches from where she wanted me to touch her. She groaned, and her eyes squeezed shut, her hands clutching into the white duvet as her head tilted up. Her back arched, pushing her chest and hips forward as she sought my touch.
Her scars glittered in the dim starlight spilling in from the open curtains, a reminder to everyone who saw them how strong she was. A reminder of how she was a survivor, a fighter, and the luna we needed. The luna I needed.
And she was mine.
I let the pad of one thumb brush a featherlight touch over her lower lips, and as soon as I did, her hips bucked, seeking more. But my hands were already on her hips, turning her over, guiding her to her hands and knees.
Her back arched again, her responsive body presenting itself to me, offering itself to me to take. My lycan growled in approval, his primal need and desire to claim and mark our mate pushing to the forefront of both of our minds.
I stroked up the backs of her legs to her butt, which I massaged and caressed as my lips traveled up one leg and then down the other, kissing and teasing and tasting but skipping her dripping pussy. She pushed back against me, those needy sounds again echoing around our room, her toes curling against the covers of our bed.
“Patience, Sugar Plum,” I breathed, my mouth hovering over her center. “Let me worship you.”
“Wesley…” She sighed as my mouth finally gave her what she wanted.
I kissed her, delicate and sweet, taking my time instead of being greedy. I would claim her like a wolf, taking her from behind, but I would still claim her lovingly and with care, the way she deserved. I would savor the moment, savor the night I made her mine.
Her hips moved, and I let her guide my kisses and tongue, let her show me where she needed my touches. This night was about her, about her pleasure, about showing her exactly what she meant to me.
Her scent, her movements, and her sounds drove me to the edge, but I held back, held myself off from reaching down and touching myself as I pleasured her. I would come with her, finish with her as my teeth sank into her neck and I gave her my mark.
“I’m ready, Wesley,” she cried.
“I know,” I whispered. “I am too. I’ve been ready since the day I saw you at the lake, staring up at the moon.”
My lips moved up her back, kissing along her spine as I wrapped my arm around her, sliding it up to palm her breast. My body covered hers, my hand next to hers on the bed, and my penis lining itself up at her entrance. I blew on her neck, and her body arched and pushed against mine, a long moan filling the room.
“Please. Please make me yours.” She gasped.
I smiled against her skin and slid inside her, letting her feel each inch of me as I entered.
Her head fell back, her curls spilling like a wild red waterfall to the side of our bodies. “Oh…” she sighed.
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Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?