In the Alpha’s Arms

Mated

Without an ounce of reservation left between them on that hotel room floor, Lita took Cole’s strong, calloused hands, leading them softly against her shoulders until the straps of her dress fell. It was a slow, torturous motion that left her breathing hard, nipples firm. She pulled those same hands to her rear, urging him to pull her closer, which he did, making a strained sound in his throat as their centers met. If at all possible, he wanted her even more now than he had twenty minutes earlier.

Her wet core to his firm one, she took her time placing gentle, chaste kisses along his neck. Slipping her hands under his shirt, she felt him shudder under her fingers. He was so incredibly warm to the touch as she tugged his shirt up over his head.

Now bare, she could really see the way his chest heaved and fluttered every time she stroked at his skin. He was so responsive to each touch of her hands, just as she was to his. Trailing her hands down his abs in featherlike grazes, she finished what she’d started, opening his jeans fully. She stroked him against his briefs, feeling his damp tip rising to meet her hand. Hungry and unrestrained, Cole suddenly stood, taking her with him.

“I’ll replace it, I promise,” he panted against her chest. Lita didn’t even have time process what the hell he was talking about before he ripped the back of her dress open, roughly sliding the pieces away from her with almost lethal precision.

He laid her onto the bed and stepped back, drinking in the sight of her in nothing but the thin strip of soaking wet fabric between her legs. Watching him pull off his jeans, then his briefs, Lita didn’t think she’d ever been more turned on by anything in her life than she was when he stroked himself, tip dripping and ready. Moving around the bed like a predator stalking his prey, Cole hardly looked like himself. His jaw muscle tense, nostrils flared, eyes a deep, penetrating red, canines sharp and peeking over his bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, I’m still me,” he soothed, crawling towards her in bed, “Your arousal just makes me a little more…intense. You’re not afraid are you?” She was staring straight between his legs.

Lita shook her head no, mouth parted, possessed by the sudden need to have that length hitting her cervix. His need for her was pushing him to the limit of his control and that was a potent aphrodisiac in its own right. He pulled her thighs apart, cursing under his breath as he pulled the thong down and tossed it elsewhere.

“Fuck my smile, that is a thing of beauty.” Pressing his thumb to her clit, Cole stimulated and teased it until her body arched off the bed.

“Please,” she begged, clenching the sheets around her, “Cole, I need more.” He chuckled darkly, sucking her off his thumb. Making room for himself, he slid against her opening before nudging his tip in. Lita squirmed in closer, bursting with anticipation, her whole body nearly coming apart at the seams. Their moans melted into a deep kiss as he pushed further until they were one.

wet, urgent sounds of skin on skin pushed them higher. Lita wasn’t in her right mind, between the pressure inside of her and Cole’s scent. It was a musky fall air and

pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing and sucking firmly but he couldn’t find the perfect place. Moving in a trance he tried the other side but none of her neck called to him. He went lower, swirling his tongue over the base of

right breast until he found the place he wanted to sink his teeth. Lita’s sounds grew rushed, jumbled and every bit as urgent as her thrusts were. Just as they were tumbling over the edge into ecstasy, he sank his teeth into the soft flesh below her breast, forcing

at once.

so high she never thought she’d come down. So spent and exhausted in every way, they collapsed into each other, just

skin with his fingers, “Tomorrow, I’m taking Ace out to

him until

woke to a warm hand nudging her softly. So softly, she

to the bed, smiling that beautiful smile he used

“The tournament starts soon so I have to go. Sleep as

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Mated

the most normal thing to him. Pressing a kiss to her temple, Cole turned and left for

tingling feeling of her body wouldn’t be ignored. She’d done it. Her eyes shot open, sliding her fingers over his bite on her skin. She’d fucking done it, let Cole claim her. And it felt exhilarating. It felt sublime. For all of one minute before her mind

crushing panic that she’d made a mistake. What was she doing? What did this mean? How would this change her entire life? She took a breath. This wasn’t a mistake. She was happy. Logically, she knew she was happy. Or at least she had been

him again, especially not coming down off the high of last night, she couldn’t ignore the piercing fear that stabbed through her. She would never be his. And that might as well have been a death sentence. He didn’t share.