Page 131 of Crossed Fates
After kicking the door open, I tossed Makayla onto the bed and climbed over her, pinning her to the mattress, my body covering her nearly from head to toe. I stared boldly into her eyes, my gaze burning with the promise of untold pleasures. “You’re mine now, Makayla.”
Her lips curled. “Yeah?” She licked her lips once, then unexpectedly rose up to sink her fangs into my neck.
I arched into her and growled in satisfaction, the sound more animal than man. My wolf fought to surface, desperate to be with our mate, but I growled at him.Mine.Makayla’s claws scratched down my back, and I felt her need mixing with her wolf’s as well.
She shredded my shirt, leaving it in tatters on the bed.
My dick pulsed as I rocked into the scorching heat at the apex of her thighs. I dropped my head to her neck and sank my teeth into my claiming mark near her throat. Electricity zipped through me, my body fevered with an intensity that made me think I might burst into flames at any second.
She pulled back and licked over the wound in my flesh, sending a shudder of pleasure through me. When I retracted my own teeth, I dropped my gaze and locked it with Makayla’s again.
For a moment, we lay there in complete stillness.
We’d already slept together, but this time would be different, and we didn’t need words to know that. Our bond had fully developed, and I could only imagine the rapture we would experience when we physically became one as well.
Makayla’s emotions mirrored my own, and her eager response brought our wolves to the surface, nearly breaking through. We gave in to our animalistic desires and aroused bodies. Our need overpowered everything outside the bedroom.
I didn’t care who heard us. I didn’t care if our pack felt us. I didn’t care if her old alpha sensed us.
This was about me and Makayla.
Our bond.
Our mating.
And no one—and nothing—would come between us now.
Teeth and claws made quick work of shredding the rest of our clothes until we were flesh against flesh.
“Alaric,” Makayla moaned, rubbing sensuously against me.
I crushed my mouth onto hers, and there was something new in our kiss. Our tongues danced around each other, tasting and fighting for ownership, and it hit me. Makayla wasn’t holding back any longer—she’d laid her mind and body bare to me. It was easy to do the same, and something between us shifted, something almost otherworldly.
Our touches became wild and abandoned. Makayla arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest as she writhed beneath me. My mouth ravaged hers, and eventually I retreated to track shivery kisses down her jaw, neck, and the valley between her breasts.
I paused, and my hot gaze slid slowly and seductively over them. “You are so fucking sexy,” I murmured.
She gasped when my tongue caressed one sensitive, swollen nipple. She cried out and growled in approval as she bucked her hips against my hardness. I switched to the other taut bud and gave it the same attention.
Makayla’s hands delved into my hair, clutching at it as though it would keep her from flying away, but I felt her continue to spiral upward with every tug and nip from my mouth.
My palms skimmed either side of her body to her thighs, and I gently parted them before gliding down until I stared at her glistening mound. I licked my lips and whispered, “Still fucking sweet, baby.”
I didn’t tease either of us, just dove in to devour her with my hunger fueling my movements.
As my tongue hit her most sensitive areas, she moaned, soaring higher and higher until she shattered, cascading waves of ecstasy across every inch of her body. Experiencing her release… there were no words to describe it. I growled and nipped at her thigh in appreciation, causing the muscles there to tremble, then I bit her soft flesh, and she shuddered violently while calling my name.It nearly took me over the edge with her, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped when she finally caught her breath.
“I intend to,” I said with a smirk.
With one last lick, I worked my way back up, my tongue leaving a shiny trail in its wake. When I reached her mouth, I captured it in a drugging kiss. Knowing she could taste herself drove me crazy, almost forcing my actions, but I was an alpha for a reason. Control lived in my blood.
My hands traveled down over her taut stomach to the swell of her hips, and I held them in place while I coated my shaft in her wetness. Then I shifted my caress to her thighs, guiding her legs up to lock around my waist.
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with the need to possess my mate, to claim her entirely, to ensure she knew whom she belonged to. Hell, I wanted the entire world to hear her cry outmyname.
“You’re mine, Makayla.” My tone left no room for argument. And yet, I needed to hear the words, so I followed them up with a demand. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
