Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“Let’s make it memorable for both of us,” she says, leaning away from our kiss and staring up at me. Her eyes glisten with joy and love, the gold swirling with passion and a hint of mischief, the green deepening with the presence of her lycan.
Before I can say anything, she lunges for me, kissing me and flipping us so I’m beneath her. I growl at the sneaky, cheeky attack, but I recline against the luxurious, soft cushions and give in to her temporary, unexpected dominance, letting her have the upper hand for a moment.
She kisses my jaw and neck, passing over my marking spot with an exhale that makes my cock twitch before she continues down my torso. When she reaches my abs, her tongue darts out, and she swirls it over each outlined muscle, tracing the dips and hardened planes with precise but languid movements, her palms supporting herself on my thighs. Her breasts sway, her nipples scrape my skin, and her little ass lifts into the air as she lowers her mouth onto my waiting cock.
A hiss of pleasure escapes from between my teeth, and my hands spear into her hair, weaving into the soft strands and gripping tight as I punch my hips up, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. Her gorgeous, plump pink lips spread as she takes me further, her fingernails digging into my skin as she grips me tighter too.
“I love fucking this pretty mouth almost as much as I love fucking your pussy,” I grunt out, pulsing my hips in time with the bobbing of her head. “The way your lips look wrapped around my cock… fuck, I can’t get enough of it.”
Her eyes shine with satisfaction, and she practically swallows my dick, hollowing out her cheeks and opening her throat to make room for me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Goddess damn it, Cassandra!” I lift her off me and flip our positions again, so she’s under me, and I’m pinning her to the floor. That one simple movement of her mouth had my balls tightening and me on the edge of release way too soon. I narrow my eyes at her and growl. “You are coming first tonight. Not me.”
I rock my hips against her, sliding the length of my dick through her pussy lips, and her head rolls back, her breasts bouncing from my jerking of her body. “Or we can come together. As one.” She lowers her chin towards her chest and meets my eyes, hers glowing with certainty and determination.
As one. As equals. Together, as a united pair, a pair who found each other even with all the odds stacked against us. There was no bond helping us, but we fought for each other, fought to build a relationship stronger than titanium, a relationship more exquisite than either of us could have imagined or asked for.
I nod at her. “Together. With my teeth in your neck and your teeth in mine.”
Her eyes glisten, and she smiles, swallowing against her tears. “I love you,” she says as I position myself at her entrance.
“I love you so much, Cassandra.”
Our breaths catch together as I enter her pussy, our bodies tensing with pleasure at the feel of each other. She writhes slowly beneath me as I gently stretch her pussy with my cock, pushing my hips forward in a steady pace, savoring the moment. She relaxes into the cushions beneath us, giving in to my requests to take this slow, to create a lasting memory of the moment we mark each other.
When I’m completely inside her, and our hips are flush against each other, I pause and gaze down at her. Love swells in and around me, crashing through me with the force of a tidal wave. Everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve faced, led us to this moment. It was painful and filled with heartache, but I’d endure it all again a million times if it meant finding her in the end.
I collapse above her, holding my weight over her with my elbows, staying as close to her as possible as I pump in and out of her. We continue to keep our movements slow, but they’re no less passionate than when I take her hard. The feel of her skin on mine and the way her pussy wraps around my cock, taking me deeper with each thrust of my hips, is pure heaven. Nothing compares to being with her and feeling and watching her shudder with absolute bliss beneath my body.
I hook her leg over my hip, spreading her wider, my hand curling possessively around her ass. Thrust for thrust, she meets me, clinging to me and panting my name in my ear.
“Nolan…” she says, music filling her voice. “Nolan…” she murmurs, her fingers trailing up my spine and around to my marking spot. “Nolan…”
Over and over she repeats it, washing away all memory of any other vocalizations of my name. There is only her, and her voice, and her sincere, sparkling eyes holding mine as she lays claim to my soul with my whispered name on her lips.
Higher and higher we climb. Straight into the heavens themselves, our hearts open to each other as our souls merge.
“Cassandra…” I echo back to her, sitting back on my heels and lifting her with me so she straddles my thighs.
She gasps at the sudden change of position, her mouth falling open. Her arms clasp around my shoulders, pressing her perfect breasts against my torso. Their pillowy softness beckons me, and I pepper kisses across the curve of them as I wrap one arm around her waist and the other around her upper back, pinning her to me as our bodies slide against each other.
“I’m yours, Nolan,” she says as I kiss up her body to her face. “My heart has always been and will always be yours.”
Her chin lifts to the sky, her neck bared to me, and my wolf howls in delight in my mind. The cresting waves of pleasure grow inside me, building up behind the wall I create to hold them back. My gums itch as my canines descend, and I make my way to her neck, to where I’ll deepen my mark on her.
She angles her head too, meeting my neck with her mouth. Sharp teeth scrape the skin, and the groan I make is deep and filled with desire. My heart swells, and we clutch each other tighter, our teeth piercing each other’s necks in unison.
Pleasure rushes through me as we forge our connection—our bond. Our bodies writhe and we move as one, riding each wave of euphoria together, our moans, sighs, and gasps in perfect harmony. Starlight bursts to life behind my eyelids, and the bliss grows, blooming like a flower in the sun, until it doubles, echoing through me and into her and back again. I fall to the cushions with her in my arms, curling around her and holding her to me through the ebbing flow of pleasure, both of us sealing our marks with a swipe of our tongue.
Cassandra’s hands skim over my skin, and happiness overtakes me, along with wonder, love, and a hint of confusion and shock. She continues touching me, and I gaze at her, watching her face as the emotions I feel play across her features.
“I don’t understand,” she murmurs, staring hard at her hand, her eyes following its path over my chest. “Is this supposed to happen?” she asks, pressing her palm hard against my skin.
It isn’t until then that I break out of my orgasmic haze as a tingling shock of dazzling excitement skitters across my skin from where she touches me. I gasp and cover her hand with mine, squeezing it as fireworks dance between our fingers and up and around my arm to my heart.
I lift our hands between us, staring at them in amazement as earth-shattering sparks stronger than those I felt with Kimberly erupt from every point of contact between us. “How is this possible?” I whisper, sliding my fingertips down her forearm, marveling at the way it feels under my touch with the added pleasure from the fireworks.
Cassandra’s eyes flick to my mark and mine to hers, her lip trembling, and then she covers her mouth, a shuddering sob shaking her body. She hides her face in my chest, her fingers curling and scraping on my skin, and I cup the back of her head,
shielding her from the world with my arms and my body. The mate bond—I hesitate to call it that, but that’s the only thing it can be—explodes between us, and I grit my teeth against the overwhelming intensity of it so I can focus on her emotional needs.
“Oh, Goddess.” She cries into my chest, the tears flowing freely from her eyes. “I can feel you,” she says, pressing her palm against her chest. “I can feel you here. Like you’re a part of me. Like your emotions are mine.” She switches her hand to my chest, stroking over my heart and then up to my neck, staring at her hand as it moves. “And this… this sensation when we touch…” She shakes her head. “I never imagined… it’s so…”
“Intense? Powerful?”
She nods. “It’s beautiful,” she adds, lifting her gaze to meet mine.
I exhale and lean forward, pressing my lips to her forehead. “It is,” I agree.
“But how?” she asks. “How do we have a mate bond now when we didn’t before? It doesn’t make sense.”
I breathe in her scent—daisies and pears—and tears fall from my eyes as well as I realize I can identify the rest of her scent now, that the sweetness I detected beneath the daisies is no longer just a hint. “I don’t know, Daisy,” I say, my voice cracking with the weight of my emotions and hers. I caress her back, my throat tightening with a groan at the delicious warmth and love blossoming beneath my touch. “But it is a gift. A wonderful, unexpected gift that I will forever cherish.”
She wraps her arms around me, and we kiss—a beautiful, decadent kiss that tastes of wine and tears and laughter, pushing aside our questions and confusion so we can enjoy the rest of our night together. Peace settles within me; our bond is a gift, just like her, and I will never take either for granted.
HAVEN
A warm breeze carrying the scent of jasmine and vanilla… soft grass underneath my hands and my cheek… the rippling of water and the rustling of fabric in the wind…
I sit up, curling my legs and resting my hand on my belly as I blink myself awake. A moonless sky with endless, uncountable stars stretches above me, and in front of me is a circular, open-air building held up by white columns, with gauzy, sheer fabric hanging between them and blocking the view of the building’s interior.
It’s Selene’s temple in her realm on the moon.
I inhale sharply, and Wesley sits ramrod straight, jerking himself from a deep sleep, his hand on my stomach immediately and his deep chocolate brown eyes worried as he scans my body. “Haven? Is everything okay? Is it the baby? It’s too early, isn’t it?” He frowns at the white dress I’m wearing, then lifts his eyes to our surroundings, his frown deepening. “This is unexpected.”
He rises to his feet, then helps me to mine, keeping my hand enclosed in his and his other hand on the small of my back. He stares at the temple, his jaw set, before his eyes meet mine, softening as he gazes down at me. “Shall we see what your mom wants?”
I grimace and nod, following him with reluctance as we tread through the soft green grass towards my mother’s temple. Everything is the same as the first two times she brought me here—the lush flora, the vibrant colors, the perfect temperature of the air. The only thing changed is the temple. It seems… bigger. Grander.
Wesley brushes aside the wispy fabric, and we enter the temple together, our eyes scanning the circular building. Just as before, the paintings on each column to my left all show Asteria—Selene’s first daughter and my sister—as she aged. Twenty-one columns and twenty-one paintings, one for each year of her life.
But the columns to my right extend beyond the twenty-one that were there before. And where I expect there to be only four more, since I am now twenty-five, Selene has added multiple for each year since my twenty-first birthday.
Around the temple I walk, staring at the depictions of myself from special moments over the last almost five years, my fingers tracing areas of them and an involuntary smile forming on my face.
There is the night we took over the pack, when I ran across the lakeshore with the pups, with Wesley in his lycan form watching from the tree line, and the night Wesley proposed to me in the courtyard at the theater. There is our wedding ceremony, where we stood on the shore and read our vows to each other, both written as letters to our pen pal. I stop in front of the most recent one, the one next to Asteria’s last portrait, and tears spring to my eyes unbidden. It’s Wes and me, him holding my tiny baby bump between his hands as he kneels in front of me and kisses it, like he’s done countless times since the day I told him I was pregnant.
Wesley wraps his arms around me from behind and buries his nose in my hair as a giant, heaving sob shakes my body. Once again, I am overwhelmed by the images before me. The love and detail put into each contradict the character of Selene I’ve painted in my mind. It doesn’t erase the pain or the years of neglect, but it’s clear she cares about me and watches me.
The violent storm of mixed emotions within me explodes outwards with my tears, bursting to life within the temple as floating, swirling, dancing streams of silvery starlight. I gasp and follow the path as it travels through the building, dancing around Selene, where she now stands in the center of the temple. It dances and circles higher, escaping through the ceiling and the breaks between the fabric and the columns. Selene watches it, her silvery hair swaying in the breeze along with the swaths of white fabric draping her graceful figure.
“Is that my aura?” I ask, my voice tight with my tears, and Wesley nods, his chin brushing against my wild red curls and waves. “Does it always look like that?”
His hand reaches down to stroke my bump, and the baby inside kicks against him, making Wesley chuckle. “Since your pregnancy, yes.”
“The baby strengthens it,” Selene says.
“But what is it?” I ask, turning my attention to her as she strolls towards us.
“It’s what your gamma said. It’s an identifier, and it protects you.”
I frown. “Nolan didn’t say that. He talked about how it feels to him, but he didn’t say anything about…” I trail off as Selene raises a brow at me, waiting for me to connect the dots. “Oh.” I nod. “You mean Cassandra.”
“Nolan’s mate. Yes,” she says, folding her hands in front of her stomach. “I brought you here to talk to you about them, actually.”
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