Claimed By Her Alpha by J.E. Cluney

17

Dray.

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As soon as I stepped foot into her room, any chance of just informing her of my meeting plans had vanished. Even with the door closed, I caught traces of arousal in the air, and then those soft moans pierced my ears.

My cock had hardened, and my wolf surged to the surface.

She dares pleasure herself? My mate?

No. She was not mine yet, but fuck, the thought was excruciating. It was my job to do that, to bring her all the pleasure she deserved.

But if I strode in there, the need to mark what was mine would override everything else.

I closed my eyes, my jaw tight as I willed my wolf to back down.

But there was no way I was leaving this room without having her now. Last night, despite the risk, burying myself in her had felt perfect. Even my mother had voiced her worries about how difficult restraint would be if I were to have her again, but I was an Alpha. Restraint and control were a part of my duties now.

Not to mention my cock was throbbing badly. I could handle it on my own, but why? She was more than welcoming to my advances.

Fuck, I needed to tell her everything.

I shuddered as that soft cry of release reached me, and my wolf snarled in frustration.

Only I wanted to cause her to make that sweet sound.

Today, I’d tell her everything. I needed to. Time was running out with Trenton, and I couldn’t keep fighting this pull.

The thought of taking another mate made me sick to my stomach, but if she rejected me, I’d pay a witch to wipe her mind and move on.

My wolf howled mournfully at the mere thought, but I was an Alpha. I was also the first Alpha to ever have the mate call sparked with a quarter-blood that I was aware of. Those who’d refused to take other mates after finding their true mate and being rejected had had the freedom to do so, although it had ruined them. I didn’t have a choice. For my Pack, I needed a mate.

The door swung open, yanking me from my thoughts as her deliciously aroused scent reached my nostrils.

Such a goddamn temptation.

Before I knew it, I had her naked body on the bed, my wolf calling the shots. I wouldn’t mark her, I’d fight that with every last fiber of my being, but I had to have her now. To feel her warm, tender body under mine, to hear her cries.

I’d have to take her from behind when the time came, as my wolf shone through with my release.

I dove down between her legs, tasting her wetness and teasing her clit as she arched on the bed.

Thankfully, my mother had gone out for the day to assist with preparations for the Pack meeting later.

Fuck, she tasted so sweet, and it was driving my wolf mad as my dick throbbed. But I was intent to have her crying out again, to hear those sweet sounds leaving her lips before I’d dive inside her.

I teased her with one finger as I suckled her clit, testing out various movements until I found what made her arch and quiver the most.

Her breaths were coming out in short rasps as she clawed at the bed, and I glided a second finger inside her, stroking her wall as her legs tensed.

I savored every sound that left those sweet lips as her body writhed and moved at my will.

“Dray, fuck,” she hissed as she arched once more, her hands fisting in the bedsheets.

I gazed up as I continued swirling my tongue over her clit in the motions she enjoyed most, loving my view of her flat stomach and perky breasts.

Those legs clamped around me as she started to cry out, but I didn’t allow her to push me away, instead I continued my movements as she shook and climaxed.

Those cries made my wolf howl happily as I lapped up her juices, slowing my movements as she gasped for air.

“I’m sure that was better than your hand,” I chuckled as I withdrew my fingers from inside her and licked them clean, loving how she quivered while watching me.

She managed a weak nod, and I crept up to hover over her, loving how flustered and disheveled she looked.

I claimed her ragged breaths, drinking her up as I lay my body down on hers, rubbing my cock against the dampness between her legs.

She willingly wrapped her legs around me, and I moaned as I prodded her entrance.

No, I needed her facing away from me. I couldn’t risk her seeing my wolf. Not yet.

“Roll over,” I growled as I pulled back, my skin rippling as my wolf clawed to take what was mine.

She obeyed without a second thought, and I pulled her up onto her knees so she was on all fours, her pretty little ass splayed before me.

Fuck, the sight of her, all ready and plump, had my cock twinging painfully.

I moved into position behind her, the wolf taking charge as I drove into her. She tossed her head back with a joyful gasp, urging my wolf onward as I staked my claim on her.

“If you want bliss, come to me, kitten. This pussy is mine,” I growled, and I could feel my wolf shining through my eyes as I let it have just enough freedom to sate it.

I slammed into her, grunting at how tight and warm she was, her sweet mews music to my ears. My little kitten, so willing to let me have her. She was perfect in every way.

I gripped her hips tight, my chest rumbling with a desperate growl as I drove into her hard and fast, her cries only growing louder.

My cock swelled, and I clenched my jaw, desperate to have her unravel once more before I joined her in climax.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she gasped as she struggled to keep up with my pace, driving back to meet my thrusts.

Her hand glided down between her legs to touch herself, and the sight sent me wild.

Her body convulsed as she cried out, and I rode her hard and fast as her walls tightened and massaged my cock with her release.

“Mine,” I growled as I buried myself deep inside her, the orgasm ripping through me as I threw my head back.

My teeth elongated, my jaw tight as my wolf screamed to make its mark on her flesh, to seal this bond and claim what was ours.

I pulled out of her, turning away as I balled my hands and focused on reining in the beast.

Amazingly, I was able to get myself under control in less than a minute, and when I turned back, Everly was only now rolling over with a blissful, lazy smile on her lips.

I moved to lie beside her, my wolf rumbling in agitation, but the need to hold my mate was too strong.

I pulled her against me, drawing in her sweet vanilla scent as I nuzzled the top of her head.

This moment was as close to perfection as could possibly be, and I closed my eyes, not wanting it to end. I wanted to stay in this moment with her, in the aftermath of our bliss, content in one another’s arms.

Pretending that she was already truly mine.