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His hands grab at my hips to pull me back and prop my ass up, holding me there while he grinds against me. His hard length rubs along my core, teasing me with each thrust and promising me the same mind-blowing pleasure we shared only a night ago.
“Please,” I beg, pressing my face down into the mattress in submission. It feels natural to be like this, my wolf crooning for her mate to take my body and do exactly as mates do.
He growls at the display, both he and his wolf clearly turned on by it. “You’ll be ready for me every time I come for you. You’ll be waiting for me naked and ready for me to claim you. Do you understand?”
I feel the head of his cock pressing up against my entrance, and then with a swift shift of his hips, he slides right into me. My wet heat is greedy as it takes him inside, squeezing him each time he pulls out and quickly shoves himself back inside-not wanting to be outside of me for long.
I moan into the mattress and grab onto the sheets. “Yes.”
Oh, Goddess…
“Mine.” Theodore leans over me, both of his arms coming down to trap me. His face is buried in my hair, deep breaths coming in and out of him in soft growls. “Your body, your pleasure. They belong to me, Grace.”
“Yes, alpha,” I plead back.
My entire body is lit on fire, colors dancing wildly on the insides of my eyelids. His thrusting is relentless, his hips pounding into me hard and fast, making it a challenge for me to keep my ass arched up into him.
I do it though-I want to be perfect for my alpha to enjoy. I never thought I’d be taken like this-like Theodore’s been biting at the bit to finally be inside of me, as if he’s been waiting all night to do this.
Maybe he has. Maybe I’m all he’d been thinking about the entire night at the ball and he left early because he couldn’t stand being separated anymore.
Goddess, I hope so. I’ll do anything to keep him.
That’s what a good mate does, after all.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, choking me until I can hardly breathe. I hold on for dear life as he rides me through it, not letting up at all until I’m collapsing down onto the bed as my body shakes.
He holds me there, his knee digging between my legs to part them farther in order to drive deeper into me. I feel myself splitting in two, the pain mixing with the pleasure so sweetly that it brings tears to my eyes.
They stream down my face as I’m rocked into another orgasm. He’s relentless, not stopping for a single second to let me catch my breath.
“Who am I, Grace?” he demands, getting a good grip on my hair. He yanks my head back with a quick snap, forcing my head up from the mattress. Tears stream down my face and tickle my jaw and neck-the pleasure all-encompassing.
Overwhelming.
I love it.
It’s too much.
I need more.
A sob leaves me. I never want this to end; it feels like heaven.
“Who. Am. I?” he asks again, yanking hard enough to hurt.
“My alpha…”
“Louder.”
“My alpha!”
“Good girl.” He lets go of my head, letting me flop back down onto the mattress, and slams his hips home, filling me with heat that leaks out of me with his shallow thrusts.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
My body shakes as I pull in a lungful of air, my skin wet from sweat.
Theodore’s hands come down to rest on either side of me, his body hovering over mine while he pants against the back of my head. He doesn’t lower himself to kiss me, or nuzzle me, but that’s okay.
All of this is so new for both of us. These overwhelming feelings are a jumbled mess that seems to crash and ebb with no sign of mellowing any time soon.
But honestly, that’s fine with me. I want to live in these chaotic moments with him for as long as I can. With our separation very close on the horizon. I’m worried about how we’ll handle being apart. So for now, I’ll take whatever I can get with him.
I hope this lasts forever.
Grace
“I’ll be back soon.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead hours later, the sheets sliding off of his body when he sits up.
I reach for him-an automatic response while my wolf wails at having to be separated from her mate yet again. “When?”
He smiles, grabbing my hand to kiss along my knuckles and wrist. “Soon.”
I hate that he won’t give me an exact time. What does “soon” even mean, anyway? He still hasn’t asked me to stay with him in his lands after the ball ends. Nor has he even mentioned anything about presenting me to his pack.
Am I not good enough? Have I done something so wrong that he feels too ashamed to bring me out of the shadows?
My worry over this subject hasn’t left me since he first came to me after our run-in at the gardens. I want to be honest with him and tell him how I’m feeling, but will that only put more pressure on his shoulders and cause him to distance himself even more?
“Will I see you in the morning?” I ask, just as he’s letting go of my hand and rising from my bed.
He hesitates, half-frozen in place.
The silence that follows my question is deafening.
“I’m…not sure.”
Fuck, I hate that answer. I sit up, using the sheets to cover myself, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than I ever have before with him. “Why not?”
He sighs, which also isn’t a good sign. “There’s a lot going on behind the scenes with my pack, Grace.”
“Such as?”
“It’s Pollis pack business.”
He says it firmly enough that I have no room to argue any more information out of him. While it’s true that as an alpha, his dealings within his own pack should be kept private, am I not the exception? I’m his mate, after all.