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“Oh, I can’t wait to see those she-wolves hand the warriors their asses. I won’t know for sure until I see them, but I trust Carlos’s assessment of the Lead Warriors’ skills. And if they are as lacking as he’s said, the group that Carlos has been training will wipe the floor with them.”
Carlos has a huge, smug smile on his face. “Yeah, they will.”
When we get back to the packhouse, we go to the kitchens. The number of people who are working in the kitchen is severely lacking, given the number of people they need to cook for.
“Why are there so few kitchen staff?” Grace asks.
“Honestly, I haven’t had time to even begin thinking about interviewing and hiring staff for the kitchens and the pack house. It’s all I can do to manage the one training I have, keeping up with construction and keeping track of the new families entering the pack. And that’s if no one is contesting Eli’s claim as Alpha and I have to fight or play peacekeeper.”
I bring my hand to Carlos’s shoulder. “You’ve done an amazing job. And you’re not alone any longer. Grace and I will begin helping and will take a lot of this burden off of you.”
“I’m truly grateful for that. I can’t tell you what a relief it was to see you when
YRIT you got here.”
“I’ll start with the kitchen and packhouse staff tomorrow while you two go over the patrol schedules.” Grace says.
“Thank you, Grace.” Carlos says and I can see the relief on his face.
We grab the plates that are already filled with food. The amount of food is only half what should be provided given the faster metabolism of wolves, but at least there is something for people to eat.
As we sit and eat, I make note of the atmosphere in the room. Many seem happy that I have returned, but there are definitely a couple of groups that are obviously unhappy. I decide to nip this in the bud right now you
I stand, clearing my throat and wait for the room to quiet down. “Many of know me, but for those that don’t, I am Alpha Eli, and this is my pack. I have been informed by my Beta, Carlos, that some of you may think that you would be better Alphas than I am. Beta Carlos will be scheduling Alpha challenges starting the day after tomorrow. Anyone who wishes to challenge me, get with your Beta and he will set it up.”
I’m intentionally calling Carlos my Beta over and over. It seems that some have forgotten who and what he is to this pack, and I plan to remind them.
“What if we defeat you?” Someone asks from the back.
“As with any Alpha challenge, the winner becomes Alpha of the pack.”
“Will it be a battle of submission or death?” Another person shouts out.
“I will leave that up to the contender. I would rather have a battle of submission. I do not want to kill anyone needlessly, but if someone feels that strongly that it must be a battle to the death, I won’t hesitate to kill them.”
“What about your Guardian?”
“My mate,” I stress the word, “will not interfere with the Alpha challenge.”
I field a few more questions before sitting down and finishing my dinner. When Grace is finished, I take her hand and lead her out of the dining hall.
It’s time to complete our bond..
As we walk up the stairs toward Eli’s room, I start asking questions, trying to alm my aerves. I know what’s coming and while I’m no longer timid about completing the bond with Eli, it is something new and unknown for me.
Most girls probably learn about sex from their mothers or their friends. Unfortunately for me, my mother was suffering from my father’s relationships with other women, and I couldn’t bring myself to approach the subject with her. Add to that, her death when I turned 16 and my utter lack of friends, I don’t know more than the basics of what to expect. So, to try to ease my nerves, I ask Eli something that I’ve been wondering about.
“Were these always the Alpha’s rooms?
“No, actually the floors for the ranked wolves were on the other side of the packhouse. I couldn’t bear to be in my old room, and I didn’t want to be in Alpha Jerome’s or Alpha James’ old rooms after what they did to my family, so I moved the ranked wolves to this side of the packhouse and that side is meant for visitors, but based on what we learned today, I’m pretty sure it’s full of people waiting for housing.”
He opens the door for me, and we walk into our room. I look around at it more this time, seeing the bare walls and basic furniture. Eli comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. “Once the pack starts making money, you can decorate this room any way you’d like. I know it’s not much…” He starts to say, but I turn around and put my finger to his lips.
“I like that we are starting our life together, that everything we build, buy or decorate will be both of ours. Usually, the woman has to assimilate to her mate’s space. Everything in our life will be both of ours, not yours or mine.”
He rubs his nose against mine. “Do you know how utterly perfect you are Grace?”
He kisses me gently. “Are you ready to complete our mating bond?”
I take a deep breath and step back. I don’t know where my sudden confidence. comes from, but I decide to take control, at least at first.
I begin unbuttoning my shirt, watching Eli’s eyes darken. “Take off your clothes, Eli.” I tell him, continuing to take off mine.
He never takes his eyes off me as he removes his shirt and pulls his shorts and boxers down, kicking them aside and standing naked in front of me. A growl of pleasure rumbles in my chest as Maia and I take in our gorgeous mate.
After I slide my shorts and panties off, I walk up to him. “Give me your hand.” When he does, I take his fingers and slide them between my wet folds. I watch as his eyes close, his nostrils flaring as he smells my arousal. “Does it feel like I’m ready to complete our bond, Eli?”
He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Yes it does, Grace.”
“Did you want to taste me, Alpha?” I saw how it affected him before, so I decide to call him Alpha again. His growling response was instantaneous, causing my core to clench and heat to flood my walls, dripping down my thighs. He pulls his hand from between my legs and slides them into his mouth, licking them clean. “You taste like cherries.” He says to me.
“On your knees, Alpha.” I wasn’t sure he would do it, but he does, without fighting me at all. When he’s kneeling in front of me, I lift one leg over his shoulder, running my fingers through his hair. “Taste me, Alpha.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s devouring me. He’s like a starving man and I’m the only food he’s had in weeks. His hands have gone to my ass, pulling me toward him, holding me in place.
Between his skilled tongue and both of our emotions flooding the bond, my orgasm comes hard and fast. I grip his shoulder, trying to stay standing and he continues his onslaught. One hand slips between my thighs and he slides two fingers inside me, slowing the movement of his tongue to the rhythm of his fingers.
I begin to whimper as I feel his fingers twisting inside me, building up the pressure again. When he curls his fingers, hitting that perfect spot and sucks down hard on my clit, my knees go weak, and I scream his name as another orgasm rips through me.
His growling response only heightens my orgasm as my body contracts over and over. His fingers slide out of me, his hands going under my legs to my lower back as he pushes his other shoulder under my leg and lifts me, standing with his mouth still sucking on my clit.
My body contracts over him as he carries me to the bed, laying me down before sliding his fingers inside me again. This time, he keeps the faster speed, his fingers sliding in and out of me, his tongue swirling around my clit over and over, until he pushes me over the crest again and I feel myself clamp down hard on his fingers.
His fingers continue to slide in and out as he lifts his head. “I like when you scream my name in pleasure, Grace.” His voice is rough and growly and I feel my pussy clench at the sound.
He slides us up the bed, coming to lay over top of me. I wrap my arms around him, holding on to him as his mouth comes to mine, dominating me. His tongue. swiping across mine, so I can taste myself on his tongue.
He pulls back, his forehead against mine. He takes one hand between us, grabbing his hardened length and rubbing it against my entrance. “Are you ready?”
The minute I nod, he thrusts himself all the way inside me. The pain is immediate and intense, making me gasp. He begins kissing me again, holding still, letting me adjust to his size and length. It takes a few minutes for my body to stretch around him, but when the pain subsides, I begin to feel an ache deep inside me. I need him to move, to ease the ache.
He seems to know what I need and begins to slide in and out of me, slowly at first, but as my need for him grows, his speed increases. He reaches down, pulling my knee up, changing the position slightly but allowing him to go even deeper.