Page 69 of Claiming Her Alpha

“You don’t mind?”

“No.” She stood before her closet and seemed to be looking for something. “I’ve learned to love being the one making the decisions, but when you… well… it’s nice to just follow your lead.”

“I’ll never take your pack from you.”

He wanted her to know that even though he was now alpha, she was the one in charge. He had no interest in that role. Of course, if she asked he would help out as needed, but he would never take her place.

“I know.” She turned and lovingly smiled at him. She held up a piece of clothing in each hand: a dark blue dress in one, and a blue blouse in the other “Dress or blouse?”

“Dress.” He couldn’t help but let his gaze hungrily travel over her body. “But first I want you to take everything else off.”

She set the two choices on a nearby chair before turning back to him, slowly unbuttoning. Her gaze fell to the floor, hair obscuring part of their face. It only showed how little time they’d shared together. Impatiently, he watched as the fabric parted and exposed nothing more than another shirt underneath. As a frustrated growl escaped his chest, Kendra’s eyes widened in fear.

He softened his face and shook his head. “You did nothing wrong. I just hoped you wouldn’t be wearing anything beneath it.”

She relaxed, letting the blouse flutter to the floor before shedding the undershirt. His blood rushed south so fast he got lightheaded. She looked fucking breathtaking. She’d changed, her muscles more defined especially round her arms and shoulders, while her stomach and waist were still soft and curvy.

“Gorgeous,” he hummed, extending a hand out to her.

She followed his invitation happily and stepped before him. He leaned in, placing sweet kisses above her belly button, caressing her lower back with his fingers. She flattened her hands over his shoulders and pushed them past the fabric of his shirt, digging her nails into his bare skin. With each inch of his skin she explored, her body started to vibrate more. A low hum that didn’t just come from her–her wolf was happy to chime in too.

His fingers danced their way down her spine where they followed her jeans around her waist to the front. Her hum only intensified when he popped the button open and lowered the zipper. Tugging on the fabric, he pulled it over her knees before it fell to the floor. Her panties matched her plain black bra, hiding what he’d longed to see for over a year. He moved to pull them down but her body stiffened and he instantly stopped.

“What is it, darling?”

Their eyes met as he looked up at her, her face bright red. “I didn’t think I would actually be with you tonight and well… I didn’t prepare.”

“And what did I say about it last time?”

“That you don’t mind.”

“Repeat that.”

“You don’t mind.”

“Good. Always remember that.”

He hooked his fingers behind the elastic of her panties and pulled, sliding the fabric down her thighs until it pooled around her feet. He dug his fingers into the tender flesh of her ass cheeks and used that leverage to pull her closer. He nuzzled into the coarse, curly hair between her legs before sliding his tongue right into her core. She was wet, her clit already swollen. Her body quivered in his hold as he gently stroked that sensitive clit.

“Finally,” she cried out. She spread her fingers through his longer hair, utilizing the locks as reins to pull him closer.

It was only then that he gave up enough control to notice that his dick was so hard it was borderline painful, rubbing against the zipper of his jeans.

“Sorry,” she whispered, loosening her grip. “I like that it’s longer now.”

“Take what you need from me. I am yours,” he groaned, his tongue pressing harder against her.

Unable to take the pressure anymore, he reached down, pressing a palm to his aching erection. He’d dreamt of this day, and now that it was here, he nearly blew his load from just tasting her.

“Did you think about me?” he asked.

“Every second of the day.”

He chuckled–that wasn’t what he meant. “Did you touch yourself?”

“Yes,” she coaxed as his tongue flicked against her. “Not often though,” she admitted, her words sounding more like an apology than anything else. “It hurt.”

“I’m here now,” he reassured her, promising to himself he would never leave her side again.