Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“It was so difficult for me to hold myself back from you the first time I saw your wolf. She’s so adorable and, as I recall, a tease and a show-off.”
“She is embarrassing. I still can’t believe she made fun of your wolf like that! I wanted to bury my head in the dirt.”
“It was hilarious, and we loved it.”
“Your wolf didn’t look very amused.”
“Like I said, I was holding him back, and we were hanging on to our control by a thread.” I sigh and pat her fur. “Okay, let me get up so I can shift, too.”
She hops off me and sits on her haunches as she waits, her tail wagging. I wink at her and pull my shirt over my head, then take my time as I pull my sweats off, flexing and tensing my muscles more than necessary as I do. She huffs out a sigh, and if she could, her wolf’s eyes would be rolling. But I also know she likes what she sees because I feel a sliver of desire through the bond.
When I’m in my boxer briefs, I turn and place my clothes in the tree with the backpack, then face her again, my hands on my hips as I take several deep breaths. Her eyes follow me, and her anticipation hovers on the edge of annoyance, and I can almost hear her counting down the seconds until I strip myself naked and show her the goods again.
But instead, I shift right then, shredding through my underwear, my large, powerful beta wolf towering over her petite, feisty wolf.
“Tease,”
she growls in my mind.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t appreciate the buildup.”
She doesn’t reply. She just darts forward and rubs her body along the side of mine, nuzzling into me and leaving her scent on me. My nose buries into the scruff of her neck, and my wolf’s tongue darts out, licking and nipping at her marking spot. Her wolf whimpers and presses her body harder against mine, baring her neck to us, just like Taryn did in the kitchen at breakfast.
And then, as quickly as she submitted to us, she takes off, sprinting through the forest and weaving around the redwoods and the brush, her tail whipping in and out of sight as she goes. I laugh and my wolf lets out a howl, taking off after her, following her scent with ease.
We spend most of the day racing through the forest and over the pack grounds, taking turns chasing each other and nipping at each other’s heels. Our wolves pounce and tackle each other, rolling around on the forest floor, rambunctious and playful even in the icy air and the heavy snow. My girl never once complains to me about the cold, and her wolf is thrilled to be free after being unable to shift for almost a week.
But I am selfish, and I want her back in my arms, her naked skin warm and smooth against mine, those little whimpers and moans filling my ears, and her scent and arousal filling my lungs.
“Let’s get dressed,”
I mindlink her.
She turns and follows me back to where we left our clothes, and we both shift out of our wolves at the same time.
As soon as we do, she’s in my arms, her lips locked with mine and her long legs wrapping around my waist as I lift her by her ass. I squeeze and massage it, my fingers almost touching her center, and I press her back against a tree, her arms clinging to my neck. My hips roll against hers, my rock-hard dick sliding along the soaking wet valley of her pussy lips.
Our tongues tangle and tease, my hand bracing me against the trunk of the tree. Moans and sighs release from both of us, muted by our mouths and their unwillingness to part.
She bucks her hips, the delicious friction sending an indescribable pleasure coursing through me. I explore her body with my hand, using my hips and torso to keep her pinned to the tree. Neither of us can catch our breath, and her skin erupts into goosebumps as I cup her full breast and roll her nipple between my fingers, tugging on it to harden it further.
We both thrust against each other in unison, the head of my cock notching at her entrance, and her breath catches in her throat, her heels digging into my ass. I freeze, then break away from her lips, tilting my head up to the sky, my throat bobbing. Her chest heaves and she clutches at me, nails scoring my skin.
“Not like this,” I say, and at the same time, she says, “We should wait.”
I lower my head to meet her eyes, hooded and dilated, and adjust myself so I’m no longer almost entering her. She whimpers, a tiny, almost inaudible sound, and I’m tempted to change tactics and thrust up inside her, but I don’t.
Someday I will take her like this—in the forest, with her back against a tree and her cries echoing across the pack grounds. But my girl deserves more for the first time we mate. My girl deserves romance and buildup and beautiful torture from my lips and fingers before I sink deep into her and show her all the ways I can love her. We may both want it now, but we’d regret it later.
I lower her to her feet, then grab the backpack and toss it to her. Our eyes never once leave each other as we dress, and watching her cover herself back up is almost hotter than watching her undress because I already know what’s underneath those clothes, and I know I’ll be seeing and feeling those curves beneath my hands soon, watching her fall apart around my cock as I explore her responsive, tight body.
My dick twitches, and I take her into my arms again as soon as we’re both dressed, tilting her chin up with my thumb. I don’t kiss her, though. I stare down at her, scanning her face, a promise in my eyes.
Her midnight sky eyes twinkle with those little stars I adore, and she smiles at me, rising to her tiptoes and giving me a gentle kiss.
She pulls away, those stars still twinkling in her eyes, her hand resting on my chest over my heart. “What else do you have planned for us, Beta?”
“You’ll see,” I say with a wink.
Everything,
I think to myself.
I have an entire life planned for us, and this is only the beginning.
REIDWe make our way back inside and down the hall to her guest suite, and I mindlink Haven on our way.
“Is everything ready?”
I ask.
“Yes. The hospitality team just let me know they completed all your requests. Now I better not hear from you again until Taryn has accepted you and you’re both marked.”
She cuts the link before I can reply, and I bite back a laugh. For someone so unsure of whether she would be a “good luna,” she sure slid into the role with ease. Further proof she was made for Wesley. Made to be our pack’s luna.
“So, what’s next on the agenda for ‘Winter Wonderland Day?'” Taryn asks as we reach the door.
She has her coat draped over her arm and the beanie in her hand, her other hand clasped within mine. The spare clothes from the backpack I brought outside with us hang off her body, hiding any hint of her curves and her muscles, and my wolf grumbles in my mind because the clothes smell like the detergent from the packhouse laundry room instead of my scent. But it’s fine because she’ll be out of those clothes soon, anyway.
“Well,” I say as I grab the doorknob, sweeping it open, my lips already in a wide smile. “It can’t be Winter Wonderland Day without a little Christmas thrown in there, too.”
She steps inside, brushing past me, her wide eyes taking in the scene set up in her suite.
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