Page 64 of The Wolf's Mate

I gasp, reaching out to steady myself on his shoulders. He’s got me so needy; I’m going to agree to anything he says just so he can fuck me.

“I’ll stay out of the woods. We’ll search for wolfsbane together. Only if you give me your cock, Alpha.”

A cocky grin spreads across his features. “If that’s what my mate wants.”

It’s agony watching him reach for his pants, slowly pulling them down. He’s teasing me, seeing just how far he can push me, but two can play this game.

I knock his hand away, pulling down his pants until his big cock springs free. There’s already a small bead of cum on his mushroom tip. I use my thumb, spreading the moisture around.

He eyes me curiously. Despite him letting me take the lead, I can see how badly he wants to lose control. The tension he’s holding in his shoulders, waiting to be inside of me.

For the first time, I feel like a damn queen.

I run his tip through my fold, teasing us both. My neediness is evident in my glistening pussy and my juices on his cock. I can’t keep either of us waiting any longer as I line him up and guide his cock inside of me.

We moan together, and the little control Rip has shatters. His hand comes to my neck, pinning me in place and adding the faintest bit of pressure. I gasp, trusting him completely.

“Accept my apology, mate.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, my whole body moving on impact.

I already accepted his apology once, but I will again and again if that’s what he wants. Anything to make him keep going. “Yes, Rip. Yes.”

“Alpha,” he growls. “I’m your fucking Alpha right now.”

“Yes, Alpha, fuck. I forgive you.”

I barely get the words out before his lips are on mine, burning me from the inside out. He doesn’t just kiss me. No, this man claims me. My mouth. My pussy. My body. Everything. It all calls to him.

But it’s so much more than that. So much more than a simple claiming. I feel safe around him. Like my existence matters to him. He’s branded himself on my heart, making himself a part of me.

It’s scary. It’s thrilling. It’s…everything.

Of their own accord, my legs wrap around his torso, heels digging into the top of Rip’s sculpted ass. Seriously, it’s unfair how perfect it is.

I’m close. I just need… “There!” I gasp when Rip moves deep inside me, speeding up his thumb on my clit. It’s too much. The pleasure builds inside of me, my whole body trembling with unleashed passion.

“Come with me, Dove.” The need and desire in Rip’s voice is the final straw that pushes me over the edge. I’m coming hard all over his cock. He explodes inside me, making me a complete and utter mess.

Rip pants, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine. It’s a small act, but one that fills me with warmth.

“I’ve been leading the pack myself for so long, I don’t know what it means to have a partner to share it with. But I can’t think of a better person to share this pack with than you. I never want you to feel like that again, Hettie. I’ll work on it.” Rip’s voice is soft and so sincere. I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard a genuine apology.

“Thank you,” I whisper. Emotions I can’t quite describe fill my chest. My words aren’t enough, but they’re going to have to be. It’s all I’m capable of right now.

Rip pulls out of me and goes to grab a towel to clean me off. I happily let him, suddenly feeling extremely fatigued.

“Rest,” Rip says, picking me up from the counter and carrying me back into our room. He places me down on my side of the bed and then climbs over to his side. His arms wrap around me, pulling me to his chest.

My eyelids droop, seconds away from giving in to sleep. “Goodnight,” I murmur, hardly aware of what I’m saying. “Love you.”

The last thing I remember is Rip tensing behind me, and then everything goes dark.

Chapter 29

Hettie

The team of alphas hand-selected by Maximus and Grant gather by the packhouse, saying their final goodbyes to their families. This should be a simple trip, one many people wouldn’t think twice about, but the dangers lurking in the woods have everyone on edge.

Rip is consoling an omega by the name of Zora. Her mate will accompany Thorne to Dragon’s Keep, and she’s not taking it well. I’ve heard how attached omegas can get to their alphas, but I have yet to see it in person.