Page 55 of The Alpha Option
Then he moved and slid in deep before her body had stopped tightening. Which meant he was wrapped in a velvet fist that made the base of his spine tingle.
Cassidy held him with her eyes too. Sparkling bright, smart and aware. “I want to be your mate.”
“You are. You will be,” he promised.
“Not on some far-off day,” she warned. “Today. I choose you, Jace. Your wolf. Your pack.”
“Ourpack.” He thrust again, making them both moan. “I’ll need to bite you.”
Her eyes widened.
“Only a little,” he promised. “And I hear it feels good.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in, speeding up the rhythm of their lovemaking. Clearly saying she was on board and involved in all this.
“Yes.” Cassidy dug her fingernails into his shoulders and scratched, and Jace’s vision blurred. “Yes, bite me. Make me yours.”
Pleasure was a glowing thing, wrapped around them and filling the room. Jace pumped hard and deep, ecstasy sliding up his spine and making his breath hitch.
He snuck a hand between them, covered her clit, and rubbed even as he pumped his cock harder. Deeper. Cassidy gasped, then growled and wiggled as close as possible.
“Jace.” Her back bowed upward. Her sex clenched around him, and he moved. Teeth to her neck, a sharp, quick bite.
Extreme pleasure exploded through him, her taste on his tongue, his body in hers. Their minds connected so he felt every bit of the wild pleasure she experienced.
Outside the bedroom, and with joy pulsing through their veins, Jace saw them. A white wolf stood beside his grey one on a high ridge. The wind in their fur, noses bumping. Connected.
Mates.
Jace couldn’t hold back any longer. He spoke, his voice deep and rough. “I love you.”
A shiver raced over Cassidy’s skin, but she lifted her eyes to his, and they were full of joy and wonder. “I love you too,” she said clearly before echoing her earlier statement. “I choose you. Forever.”
19
The breakfast table the next morning was a little fuller and a lot noisier.
“Hey, Mr. Blue.” Six-year-old Blaze tugged on Blue’s sleeve, his excitement over pancakes temporarily forgotten.
“Yeah, kiddo?” Blue turned every bit of attention on him.
“What do you call a wolf with a fever?”
Blue winked across the table at Colt. “I don’t know. What do you call a wolf with a fever?”
Blaze leaned his hands on the table and answered with excitement, “A hot dog.”
His brothers laughed like little hyenas, while Blue smacked a hand to his forehead.
Cassidy left the kids with Blue and snuck over to stand beside Stacy, who was cutting up oranges for the table. “How’re you doing?”
Her friend motioned at her children. “They’re safe. I’ve never been better.”
Cassidy felt some guilt for having abandoned the rest of them the previous evening, but then again, a girl only got mated once. The mark on her neck still tingled, but it looked more like a tattoo than a bite even now, less than twelve hours later.
“Did Del find most of your stuff?”
Stacy’s shoulders tightened. “Yes.”
