Mated To The Alpha: A Standalone Wolf Shifter Romance, стр. 12
She was aiming for the bonfire, where he had said he had wanted to claim her, when she felt the mental tug again.
"I am here!"
She veered off track, not thinking at all, but following the tug of the voice in her head. She would be his in every way. She would be claimed. And she would be queen.
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He'd heard of this connection, all the wolf pairs spoke of it, but he'd never realized it could feel so real. The words his wolf had spoken to her, the heated, needy words he’d said before he’d kissed her, were truth. And the kisses, they’d felt almost real!
He’d almost felt, in the flesh, what their minds had conjured in the spirit.
He could almost feel her, in his arms, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers sliding between her wet pussy lips as his wolf told her she would be his.
And she’d accepted!
When his wolf had called out to her, "Come to me now, and claim what is yours!" he’d felt their connection break in a quick snap.
He had lost her, the link easier in her sleep.
He shifted from his wolf form, and found himself standing near his own cabin, naked, with his cock fully erect and pointing up at the night sky. It ached for her, as did he. He wanted to claim her and make her his, forever.
When he called out one more time, out of shear desperation, hoping the link was still there, even if thin, he felt her response.
Shadows of her danced across his mind. His cock throbbed for her, he needed to sink his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck and claim her as his mate, marking her for the whole pack to see. He knew she was destined to reign beside him when he became Alpha.
Suddenly, from his shadowed spot under his own porch overhang, he saw her. She was barely dressed in a sheer little nightgown. As she ran toward the bonfire, it lit up behind her, showing him the silhouette of her body under the very thin fabric.
His human cock and his wolf spirit cried out almost painfully for her. To complete themselves, they must become one.
"I am here!"
His mind aimed the words toward her again, calling her to him. Back-lit by fire he watched her turn toward him.
She ran to him, in only her thin gown and panties, unknown to him before today, but claimed fully by his wolf.
He saw her eyes find him in the dark, and he opened his arms to her as she barreled directly at him at full speed.
He wanted to shift, to match her blind, mindless need with his animal form, but he remembered she was only human, so he planted his feet in the grass instead, protecting his cock with one hand, and bracing for the impact as she threw her body against his and his mouth found hers.
His arms wrapped around her as she hit his chest. His tongue dove deep, claiming her mouth and sliding over her tongue as his cock strained, pressing against her soft stomach.
Her hands were in his hair, tugging and pulling in desperate need as he kissed her thoroughly.
He'd never felt such passion before, not from a simple kiss. He tightened his grip around her and boosted her up, lifting her high as her legs wrapped around his waist and her panty-covered heat pressed against his hard cock.
"You will be mine? My mate? Forever in all things?"
He tore his mouth from hers to ask the questions, to be sure before he claimed her.
"Yes! I've never wanted anything so badly."
With a grunt that was almost a growl, he carried her up his porch steps and into his den. He kissed her the whole time, knowing the way easily in the dark. He carried her through the cabin and plopped her down on his wide bed, enjoying the way she jiggled as she landed in the middle of his comforter.
Her gown had risen up her thighs as her knees bent, and he found his gaze traveling slowly from her knees, up her firm thighs, grazing over her panty-covered heat, and rising up to watch her breasts heave with her breathing as she looked up at him from the middle of his bed.
"Last chance, my love. The claiming will be forever."
"Take me, Galen. I am already yours."
With a growl, Galen yanked her panties from her hips, sliding them down her legs and tossing them somewhere behind him.
He smiled down at her as she wiggled her way out of her nightgown, pulling it over her head and offering herself to him, naked, spread out on his bed.
"Your scent is intoxicating. If I didn't know you to be human, I'd swear you were a she-wolf in your heat."
She started to answer him, but it became a groaning, mewling sound instead, as his mouth found her inner thigh and licked it in one slow movement, from mid-thigh to the apex between her legs.
He buried his face in her scent, at once inhaling her and sliding his tongue deep inside her. He meant to lick her slowly, building her passions one teasing lick at a time, until she screamed out his name and came against his tongue, but her smell made slow seduction impossible.
He slid his hands under her ass cheeks, tilting her just right. He was rewarded with a sound somewhere between a sigh and a squeak as he positioned her just so and filled her with his tongue.
He kissed her there, drinking deeply. He loved the way her hips rocked against him as she gave into her needs, offering herself to him, open and unashamed. He saw, from the corners of his eyes, as she fisted his comforter in her grip, just as her thighs opened even wider for him and her hips arched higher in welcome.
He wanted