Page 6 of The Alpha's Envy
“And we’ll do that, but I need to speak to Graham before you mark me. He deserves to hear it’s over from me first. It’s the right way to do it.” She frowns at me as a displeased grumble starts in my chest. “Stop that. You know I want to. You can feel it. You can scent it.”
To emphasize her point, she rolls her hips, her wetness coating my length and her delicious fragrance filling the room.
Growling, I grip Marie at the back of the neck and pull her down for a hard kiss. As she lifts, I fist my cock and position it beneath her, my wolf going all caveman at the mention of another man while we’re still in bed.
“Don’t say his name. Don’t even think about him. Not while we’re naked. Not while you’re in bed with me.”
Driving up into her, I’m barely in control, possessiveness burning hot inside me. I’ve never felt like this before, it’s primal, driven by instinct, slightly scary but exhilarating all at the same time.
She’s mine, mark or not.
“Jonathan.” She gasps, breathless, her hands curling to scratch my chest as I claim her once more. Her eyes fall shut but I grip her chin until she opens her eyes and looks into mine.
“I wear your mark. I’m yours forever, Marie. Proudly. And my wolf can’t stand the thought of you being around an unmated male without being mine.”
Her mouth falls open but I don’t give her a chance to respond. I use my hands on her hips to slam her down onto me, over and over, while I thrust up into her tight body from below. Leaning forward, she presses one hand against the wall to steady herself.
“I am yours. Just as sure as you’re mine,” she insists between pants, her fingers sliding into my hair and holding tight. The tug is sharp and the sting of pain travels like a bolt of lightning straight to my cock. She’s got spirit and I fucking adore it.
With a possessive growl, I roll us so I’m on top, and her shiny dark locks fan across the crisp white pillow beneath her. My hands find her and I slam them down over her head, pinning her below me as I rock my hips again, and she raises her to meet me with a loud moan.
“Good. Don’t ever forget that.” I warn, pressing my mouth to her marking spot, lips parted, teeth down, ready to mark her as mine. Wanting it. Needing it. My wolf demanding it.
She doesn’t stop me, doesn’t squirm, just waits. Which tells me all I need to know. It’s not that she doesn’t want this, or me, it’s about doing the right thing.
She’s going to make the best luna I could ever have wished for.
Damn it.
With a hard thrust of my hips, I pull my mouth away from her shoulder and to her neck instead, teasing her sensitive skin with my tongue and lips as I rock into her. She murmurs myname, meeting me on each thrust, all she can do with her hands pinned beside her head.
“Fine.” I grumble. “We wait, but it better be fucking soon, or my wolf will lose it.”
Releasing her, I trail my fingers down her arms and along her sides, gripping her waist as I pound into her harder now, desperate to claim her in whatever way I can.
Marie hooks her hands around the back of my neck and smiles, arching up into me as she plays with my hair. “Yes,Alpha.”
“Fuck.” I snarl, her innocent tone, my undoing. My mate is a minx, and she knows exactly how to play me. All thoughts of Graham Reynolds are forgotten as I slide my forearm under one thigh and drag her leg higher, letting me push deeper inside her each time I drive forward.
“You’re mine, Marie. Soon, you’ll have my mark on your neck and my pups in your belly. I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive.”
Pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, I continue to thrust in and out, my thumb brushing her clit, my wolf delighting in how she tips her head back, pressing it harder into the pillow, and her eyes glaze over with lust.
“Fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”
“MINE,” I roar as she comes around me, gripping me tight, and cries out my name. I follow her over the edge, both of us lost to ecstasy as her walls pulse around me and I shoot my cum deep inside her. My teeth itch to be plunged into her delicate neck, but I turn my face away, cursing loudly, so I can’t give in to temptation.
The urge to find Graham Reynolds and murder him for delaying this is strong.
“Mine,” she whispers softly, sensing my agitation, stroking my hair gently as she wraps an arm around my back and pullsme down to feel more of my weight against her body. “Thank you.”
My chest swells. She knows how hard it was not to mark her, and she appreciates it. My wolf isn’t thrilled, but he’d do anything to make her happy.
“Not for long though, Marie. It’s going to get harder and harder. We have to sort this out right away.”
“We will, my mate. I promise. I want your mark with everything inside me.”
I fall to her side and pull her close, loving how our bodies slot together, and how our combined scents now fill this bed. The bond urges me to get even nearer, and I hold her tight to me, wanting to press against her from head to toe.
