Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Mates!

Sidonie POV

He was mesmerizing.

His dark hair fell in waves down his neck, a few strands framed his chiseled face, his jawline sharp enough, I could swear it could cut paper. He had a pointed nose that gave him a refined appearance and there were his lips.

They looked soft yet firm and I found myself swallowing in anticipation. He was huge. Huge even for a normal werewolf, that I suspected that he had to be an Alpha or the Beta of a pack. There was a rather commandeering air around him that made my knees weaken. I could imagine him ordering me to go on my knees.

And I would gladly do just that.

His brows raised, and my face flamed in embarrassment. Shoot! He had asked a question and instead of responding all I had done was eye-rape him.

“I-I can handle strong things,” I mumbled, glancing at my drink, trying to stop my wolf from pacing around endlessly in my head. I couldn’t get his scent out of my head.

“Hmmm.” He hummed, and I could swear that his chest rumbled. He reached for my drink, lifting it to his lips, his eyes dancing with mischief. I watched as he took a slow sip and nodded before stretching the glass towards my lips. “Open up.”

Like a wanton fool, I obeyed. My lips parted of their own accord, allowing him to slip the glass between my lips. In a flash, his free hand grabbed my hair, holding my head in place as he made me drink the bourbon.

My eyes widened in surprise but he didn’t let go, tightening his hold on my hair. “Drink it all. All of it.”

My thighs grew slick at his orders and I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasurable burn of the drink as it rushed down my throat. I swallowed every single drop and let out a tiny moan when he pulled the glass away.

find someone else. Someone who didn’t make

even know

as he stepped away, and I panted helplessly. “You can

said anything about handling you?” I tried to sound flirty but my voice came

leaned closer until his warm breath caressed my lips. “Is that

Mate!

foggy to process shit. All I could think of was the stranger before me. His eyes narrowed in confusion for a brief moment

hummed, strong long fingers cupping my jaw. “Do you want me to go? Or do you want me

gripping the shirt he wore to draw him closer. Blood rushed through my ears as I took a deeper whiff

cried shamelessly, eager for

low in his throat, and captured my lips with his. His mouth was demanding, roughly plundering the corners of my mouth with his tongue while his hands ran down my body. He swallowed a moan that slipped out of me when

I thought, arching under

pulled away and I remained pliant in his arms, wishing he would kiss me again. His eyes ran down my face, and then

with me.” He whispered, taking my

I followed his lead out of the club. If my mother were here, she would have screamed at me for following a stranger. Yet I felt safe with him,

of sorting out the room with the receptionist, my s*xy stranger led me

his lips descended on me again. I eagerly met his demands, enjoying the feel of his tongue

pulled away then, letting out a growl

My nipples tightened under his gaze and I gasped when his fingers

around my nipple and I threw my head back