Page 22 of The Alpha's Temptation
She smiles softly.“I love you, too.I always have.”
“And I promise to make love to you slowly next time.”
“What?”
I don’t answer her.I fuck her.
Hard.
The restraint I’ve been clinging to by my fingernails for the last few days snaps.I’m a beast now, an animal, rutting into her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and my wolf howls as she marks me, leaving tiny crescent moons scattered across my skin.
“Don’t stop!”Selena pants.
“Never.Not until you come all over my cock.I want it dripping off my balls, mate.”
“Oh, God,” she cries.
I grit my teeth, drinking her in as I pound her into the mattress.I watch the way her tits bounce with each thrust, and the flush spreading down her neck to her chest.Her breath catches as her orgasm builds, and her thighs tighten around my hips as she comes undone.
“Foster…” she moans, sucking in a sharp breath as she breaks apart beneath me.
Her pussy clamps down around my dick, and her orgasm causes mine.Watching my mate so lost in her pleasure is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen as I spill my seed deep inside her.
My wolf howls so loudly in my head that I fear I might go deaf.
Mate!he roars.
“Mine,” I say, licking my bite mark.
I pull her into my arms as I roll to my side.She snuggles closer, wiggling on my cock until I groan.
“Mine,” she says, resting her head on my shoulder.
I smile, trailing my fingers over her curves.
There’s no going back now.Selena is mine.
Forever.
NINE
Selena
My phone beepswith a text alert, breaking through my dream.I blink my eyes open, smiling as I feel Foster’s warm body behind me.
His strong arms are wrapped around me, holding me close, his steady heartbeat thudding against my back like it belongs to me now.For the first time in my life, I know I’ll never be alone.Nothing is missing.Every sharp edge inside me has softened, soothed by the bond that’s finally snapped into place.
I tilt my head to find Foster already awake, his chin resting against my hair.When he notices me watching him, a slow smile curves his mouth, gentler than I’ve ever seen.
“Good morning, mate,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and something deeper, something that makes my heart skip.
My throat goes tight.Hearing him call me that undoes me.I smile anyway, pressing closer as if I can crawl inside his chest and never leave.“Good morning.”
He shifts, rolling me beneath him, and his mouth brushes mine in a kiss that’s soft at first, then deepens, sparking heat all over again.The bond thrums between us, hungry and alive, pulling us into each other like magnets.I let myself drown in it, in him, in us.
I’m surprised we’re not sick of each other yet.He spent hours worshipping my body last night.He promised me a dozen orgasms at one point.I thought he was joking, but he made good on that promise and then some.
