Before I can help myself, I speed up my thrusts. I pound into Alora like a madman. The feel of her slick walls tightly gripping me and the sweet sound of her moaning my name almost sends me over the edge.
The tingling in my spine tells me I’m closer than I should be this soon. Even with my slow strokes, I can’t stop the orgasm from bubbling up. Logically, I know I should have a serious conversation with my mate about my true nature. I should tell her this isn’t some role-playing exercise. I should tell her that mating with an Alpha as a true mate means she will never have a normal human life again. I should tell her a lot of things. However, the only words that I manage are, “Turnover. Put your ass in the air and your face in the pillow.”
I slide out of heaven and allow Alora to do as she’s told. Without any hesitation, my beautiful mate rolls over and gets on all fours. Her curvy round ass looks delectable as it jiggles from the slap I land on her cheek.
Alora seductively peers over her shoulder at me, biting her juicy bottom lip again. Her dark brown eyes shine with an unnamed emotion, and her skin is slick with a light sheen of sweat. I marvel at the magnificence of my mate’s gorgeous body as I glide my hard as steel cock back inside my personal heaven.
“Claim. Mark. Bite!”Alpha is insistent, but I do my best to ignore him.
Alora isn’t ready for me to claim her just yet. She has to know my true nature first. But as she begins to throw her ass back to meet my frantic pumps, I forget about everything except the way her body feels beneath mine. She fits perfectly like the missing piece of my puzzle.
I lean down, covering Alora’s back and placing my hands on her shoulders. I pull her back against me as she moans my name. “Say my name, mate.”
“Craiiiig,” Alora breathlessly groans.
“That’s it! Darlin’ you’re so fuckin’ tight,” I choke the words out, almost losing my rhythm when Alora’s sweet pussy flutters.
I pull Alora up so that her back is to my front. Our fingers are interlocked as I continue to stroke into her. Alora leans her head to the side, and her gorgeous brown skin beckons me.
“I need to mark you, mate. Everyone needs to know you’re mine.” They are Alpha’s words that come out of my mouth, but I can’t disagree with them.
“Bite me, mate! Make me yours!” Alora passionately screams.
I couldn’t stop myself if I tried, and may the Gods forgive me, I didn’t try at all. My canines elongate, and I sink them into the deliciously soft part of my mate’s neck.
I can taste the tangy metallic sweetness of Alora’s blood as it fills my mouth and slips down my throat. I growl and suck as our orgasms crest and crash over us. Our bodies jerk in sync as we become one the pack way.
We are both spent and breathing hard as I lick the tender spot on Alora’s neck. It will be slightly sore in the morning, and there will be slight bruising. But the mate mark won’t appear until we complete the ritual on the night of the full moon when Alora has her first change.
“I can’t believe you actually bit me.”
“You screamed for me to claim you, mate. So I claimed.”
Alora quickly sits up and stares at me with wide brown eyes. “I didn’t say anything out loud, and somebody answered me in my head.”
“That was Alpha. He’s my wolf.”
“I-I… Am I hallucinating right now? Did you fuck me into a coma, and this is some kind of dream? Please tell me I’m not crazy.” Alora places her head in her hands and starts to take deep breaths.
I remove her hands from her face and pull her into my chest. We should’ve had a conversation, but it’s too late for that now.
“Darlin’, you’re far from crazy. But I am a Werewolf. And after the next full moon, you will be too.”
CHAPTER 7
MARKED
ALORA
“Darlin’, you’re far from crazy. But I am a Werewolf. And after the next full moon, you will be too.”
“Say what now?” I laugh out loud.
“You agreed to my mark, darlin’. That sorta thing is forever.” Craig relaxes back on the bed with his hands behind his head and closes his eyes.
Meanwhile, I’m freaking the fuck out because I’m going to turn into a dog when the moon turns full.
“Dog is a derogatory term for our species, darlin’. Don’t ever let my mama hear you say such nonsense.”
