Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I drop to the forest floor when I’m within the treeline behind his house, crouching on all fours as I wait for him to reach me. He’s not far behind, and when he sees me waiting, he picks up his pace, sprinting towards me. His wolf is on my lycan in a heartbeat, jumping onto his hind legs to lick my face and neck.
No longer able to restrain myself, I shift into my human form and hug his wolf’s neck. His fur is as soft and thick as I imagined it would be while watching him in the forest, and his wolf is huge. Much bigger than my human form and almost as large as a beta wolf. When I hug him, I feel safe and comforted. A sense of peace settles over me as I cuddle his wolf in the forest of my new home.
We may not be mates, but I think part of me always knew Crescent Lake would be my home. Every piece of music I’ve composed brings the colors of their lake and their forest to life in my mind. From the moment I stepped foot on their grounds, I’ve felt this tug, this serenity in my soul. Towards him and towards the pack.
And now, as I hug Nolan’s wolf in the forest after agreeing to be his mate, I understand why.
This is my home. He is my serenity.
“Hello there, handsome,” I say, scratching behind his ears.
His tail wags. One thump, and then he’s shifting into his human form and wrapping his arms around my waist, holding my naked body to his.
He lowers his face, chest heaving and breaths heavy as he holds his mouth only an inch away from mine. “I like your wolf,” I say, tilting my chin, teasing him with the barest brush of my lips and my breath across his mouth.
Nolan chuckles, and his massive hand slides across my lower back and over my ass, pressing me closer to him. My back arches, and he slides his nose along my cheekbone. “He likes you too.”
I lean into him, tilting my chin higher and pressing my breasts against his chest, rocking just enough so my nipples scrape against his skin and my pussy rubs against his hardening cock between us. “And I love you.”
I rise on my tiptoes to kiss him and reach down between us to wrap my hand around his cock, gliding it up and down with a twisting motion. “Daisy…” he groans, jerking from the unexpected touch and rolling his neck back so he faces the sky, keeping his lips from mine. “Inside,” he orders, pointing towards his house, every muscle in his body rippling with tension and every hair on my body standing on edge from the power laced within his command.
I squeal and dart away from him again, sprinting through his yard to the back door as fast as I can, praying no one peeks out their window. Nudity isn’t uncommon for us as shifters, but my mate is territorial, and he would not react well to another male seeing me naked. Especially since I am unmarked. The thought of the possessiveness he’d show if someone saw me like this—it has my pussy clenching and dripping, and a growl echoes in his chest as my scent wafts behind me and into his nose.
“Goddess, Cassandra,” he says, his voice thick and heavy with desire. “Your scent…” He inhales, and I yank the door open and fly through the house towards the stairs. “It’s addicting. It’s a drug.”
His heavy footsteps aren’t far behind me. The heat of his body radiates towards me, setting my blood on fire. A moan falls from my lips as the shadow of his touch brushes against my ass while we climb the stairs.
Maybe it’s my imagination, or maybe it’s real, but either way, it’s erotic as hell. The way he plays with my body, teasing me until I’m begging him to fuck me as hard as he can, is beyond anything I’ve experienced or imagined. Our sexual inclinations align perfectly.
I race into the bedroom and practically throw myself on the bed, crouching on all fours, facing the foot, just as I did last night when he punished me. Panting, I wait for him to circle the bed and put his thick cock in my mouth, but he instead moves to the headboard, taking something from the drawer of his nightstand. I have the urge to glance over my shoulder at him, but I don’t. I keep my eyes forward, knowing that’s what he’ll want, my body quivering in anticipation, my pussy utterly soaked.
With as much subtlety as I can, I spread my thighs wider and arch my back so my ass is raised in the air and my tits hang low enough for him to see them through my spread legs. I’m completely at his mercy, displaying my body, encouraging him to torment me until I’m boneless and my throat is raw from moaning and screaming his name.
I feel his eyes on me as I wait, licking my lips and catching my breath. My impatience almost kills me. My pussy throbs with its desperate need to be touched and filled by him.
“This is exactly how I wanted you,” Nolan says from behind me, his hands sliding up my outer thighs and resting on my hips. “Needy and desperate and ready to beg me to fuck you.” He kisses my hip, right next to where his thumb rests on my skin. “I bet you’d sound so pretty while begging for my cock.” His lips travel to my ass as he speaks, and he punctuates his words with a kiss to my cheek.
And then he backs away from me, leaving me cold from the absence of his touch and his massive, solid, warm torso at my back. But his hands return to me in a fraction of a second, guiding me backwards until I straddle his hips, his hardened dick waiting for my dripping wet pussy.
I brace myself with my palms on his thighs as he lowers my hips, biting my lip as I prepare for his cock entering me.
But instead, he positions us so my pussy lips wrap around the base, his hands palming my ass and massaging it, digging his fingertips in hard.
“Lean forward, Cassandra,” he says as he spreads my cheeks apart, his thumb circling my asshole, coated in something cool and wet.
I gasp and finally let myself look at him over my shoulder. He’s leaned back against the pillows, his eyes locked on my ass and his hands as they play with me—especially his thumb while it teases my hole, applying more pressure with each circle he draws around it as he works to push it inside. A bottle of lube sits near him on the bed, and my body heats and tenses.
“Oh Goddess!” I exclaim as the tip of his thumb barely breaches my hole, my neck arching and my mouth dropping open.
“Relax,” he says, his voice calm, warm, and soothing, his hands still caressing my ass and keeping me open for him. “Lay on your stomach and let go, Cassandra. Give in.”
I inhale, sending the oxygen through my muscles, easing the tension caused by his intruding thumb. It’s pleasurable, but still a surprise, since I wasn’t expecting him to enter me there. I stretch out along his legs, my breasts resting on his thighs and one hand on his shin as the other curls into the covers.
“Nolan…”
I groan deep in my throat. My toes curl, and I grind my pussy on his dick, rubbing my clit on him as he pushes in deeper, his fingers pressing into my ass hard enough to leave bruises.
My favorite type of mark he’s given me so far. Other than his name on my thigh.
My neck arches, and I close my eyes, enjoying the fullness I feel as he gently and slowly stretches me. I sense his eyes on me, watching me and drinking in my pleasure as I continue to rock myself against him, adding to the decadence with the friction of his dick against my lower lips.
He slips one hand lower, inserting a finger into my pussy, and I claw at the blankets and his leg, shaking from the added pressure and the orgasm I’m holding back from the intensity of it all.
Everything freezes. All movement, all sound. Even time. Everything except my heartbeat and his.
“Breathe, Cassandra,” he reminds me, twisting his finger in my pussy. My inhale is loud and sputtering, and then I find myself relaxing further on my exhale. “That’s it…” he encourages, his movements almost imperceptible. “That’s it,” he repeats as I melt against him and writhe without inhibitions. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
My neck strains, and my cheek brushes against the cool cotton of the bedding, a stark contrast to my flushed skin from the heated blood in my veins. He works me to the edge, murmuring to me and watching me with a burning intensity I can feel in my soul. He inches me to the precipice, and just as I’m about to fall, he removes his digits from my holes, leaving me aching and empty.
I almost sob in desperation. But before I can, Nolan lifts my hips, repositions his cock, and drops me down onto it, slamming his hips up to meet me.
He fills me completely. He’s a perfect fit. Every inch of him fits inside me, hitting all the delicious spots in my pussy that have me seeing stars, the spots no other male has been able to hit all at once like he can.
Bracing my palms on his thighs again, I lift my upper body to control his depth better. I bounce up and down as our bodies slam together over and over, both of us giving in to the primal need within us to stake a claim. We may be waiting to mark each other, but Nolan is the most possessive male I’ve been with, and he’ll ensure there is no doubt in anyone’s mind of who I belong to while my neck remains unmarked, for however long that may be.
He stays reclined, and I gaze over my shoulder at him, twisting enough so he can see my breast bouncing. He grits his teeth, and his jaw ticks, but his eyes roam my body freely, taking in the swell of my ass, the curve of my spine, and the movements of my breast before he skims over my neck and locks his eyes with mine. I caress my body as he watches me and restrains himself so he doesn’t give in to his wolf’s urge to mark, the urge he’s currently fighting. My hands travel up my stomach to my breasts, touching, massaging, and teasing my nipples. I circle the tips with the pads of my fingers, then tug on them and pinch them before repeating the motions.
His hands stroke wherever they can reach—up my sides and back and down my thighs—but he keeps his body away, and I know it’s because he wants to mark me. To claim me. But he holds himself back, respecting my wishes to mark each other in the temple.
And that makes me love him even more.
My fingers wander down between my legs, and my chin tilts towards the ceiling as I flick, then circle my clit, drawing a figure eight over it. Nolan pounds into me from below, groaning and panting as he watches me pleasure myself on top of him. His thumb wanders back between my cheeks, gliding up and down. Our eyes meet, and he raises his brow in question, seeking my permission to play with me there again.
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