The Alpha’s Desire 5(4)
Even when I’d told Chloe the news of my getting married, I had sensed the lecture my friend had wanted to give me. I hadn’t gotten it, but the conversation had been strained even with me babbling on a mile a minute. Chloe had offered the words she should in a forced cheery voice, though I knew it was probably one of the last times we’d speak. She’d not been excited for me as she once would have been. There didn’t seem much of a point to continuing the relationship. It had become an obligation only, for both of us, one probably best left alone now. Yet, I’d always miss her, what we’d once been to each other, and regret that I’d not see her again, that I couldn’t share the best times of my life with the one person who had supported me my whole life until Lex.
I didn’t regret any of my decisions though, as if my heart would have let me chose any other way. As I cuddled in closer, heard the growl of my wolf mate, I knew I’d not had a choice. Even if I’d had, I’d not done anything differently, not even cower from going into an abandoned warehouse full of wolves waiting to capture me to get him back from the spelled chains of his captor. All of it had gotten us here, and I wouldn’t give up a day on this island.
Plus, the Royals had taken me in like family. Not that I wasn’t a blood relation, but they’d not treated me like the very distant cousin several times removed I truly was; instead, one would have thought me as closely related as a daughter or sister. They’d brought me in, given me a room in the castle, shared daily meals, plus bought me everything I’d need and more. Yet, it went far beyond that. The bonds of friendship had formed quickly, especially through all my training, both magical and werewolf.
Lex stirred beside me, the sounds emanating from his chest becoming more primal as he picked up on my feelings of being so happy, so content, and so thankful for my life. Most of the time I still couldn’t believe that this life was mine. Just the fact of the power I had inside me astounded. I glanced at a paw, but knew my hands to hold great magic, energy that had remained dormant inside me, as it should have after so many generations of marriage with humans. Yet, falling for Lex, my werewolf protector, a werewolf spelled with the same magic, had awakened powers that should never have come about. In being tested, analyzed and then trained, no one, not even the Royals, had expected all I would be able to do.
Love, indescribable and fierce, remained the only explanation.
Chapter Two
It took just that thought of us to get Lex, reading me, using our empathic connection, to have him playfully leap onto my back. I rolled, tossing his body off, before coming up to a four-legged stance, dipping my shoulders and head, tail out straight, in a fighting stance. He quickly recovered, leaping at me, taking me down again. We continued on this way, wrestling, frolicking in the clearing, each of us equals in this form until he transformed back to human, for a minute bear hugging my wolf until I followed suit.
Naked on the warm, soft grass, we continued to play fight, grabbing at wrists, each trying to pin the other down even if I was no match for him now. I did manage to use my strong thighs to wrap around his waist, get him in a hold that only excited us both. I called it a win when his cock hardened against me. He groaned, growled, rolled us around a bit more until his lips found mine.
The kiss quickly grew to searing, the hard press of his mouth against mine. In seconds, his tongue insisted on entry, swiping along the seam of my lips. When our tongues warred, each giving as good as we were getting, the pulses of our connection along with our bodies pressed hard together, the passion incited shot straight through to my core, tightening my belly, causing tiny contractions to begin even as I trembled in need of him.
My stomach, pressed against his growing erection, fluttered even as it tightened more. My heart skipped a beat each time he used his hands to pull me into him tighter. I arched up against him, hip bones pressed against hip bones letting me know I was alive, keeping me fully in the moment rather than letting all my concentration flow to the area between my thighs. At least I had a lot of padding in that area, though that fact only seemed to arouse him more.
He never seemed to grow tired of looking at me though. After all of the years of being self-conscious of my generous curves, he’d made it so that I loved them too. With everything else in my life, it was his love that gave me the most self-confidence, the most happiness, the most reason to get up and be grateful in the morning. Having this odd way of seemingly reading my thoughts, which was actually only an educated guess based on what he could feel of my emotions, he pulled back to look at me.