In the Alpha’s Arms

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Lita had the urge to bite.

The points of her lower teeth hadn’t receded yet, and every scrape of Cole’s tongue made her want to score his flesh hard. Either with her claws or her teeth, the didn’t care which, and she couldn’t shake the thought loose. The hot press of her mate’s mouth and rich chocolate scent of his hunger tunneled her down into desire so thick she thought she might burst…

Sex with her mate wasn’t new. But this, the rampant need she felt to take more and more of him–to make him mindless and needy beneath her–this was new. It heightened everything beyond normal wolf–senses, beyond normal urges. It was as if power vibrated from her skin. Her body exuded an aura that sucked the air from the room and rippled between them. Every touch burned hotter, every kiss between them growing wetter, until that moisture could be felt between her thighs.

As if he already knew it, Cole hummed, moving just enough to press the dampness and stroke against it. His touch felt electric, sensation zipping through her nervous system until he coaxed Lita into rubbing him back, Cole’s body seemed to crave it, muscles bunching beneath her hands and thighs, small rough sounds escaping between their clashing lips.

Though something about it still irked her. He was beneath her, but he hadn’t fully lost control, or surrendered himself. He’d kissed her first, starting everything between them, and now her body was moving against his only because Cole had coaxed it. Lita didn’t hate it, of course she loved anything her mate did, but it wasn’t what she wanted… there was something more she needed.

Cole’s lips were always working her into a frenzy with the barest pressure. Now, they were slick from how deeply he kissed her, opening his mouth to pull each of her lips into his. His hands palmed her ass, grinding her down on him even harder. Slowly, he sucked one of her sensitive lips in, teased it with his tongue and released. Then he repeated with the other.

A delicious tease. But she wanted more of him–aff of him–and to scratch that pesky itch, whatever it was. She chased the irritation, following its call to the more primal parts of herself.

Lita nipped his busy tongue, shivering from the top of her spine down to her toes as the hot metallic taste of him filled her mouth. Her mate tasted like magic–like hot springs in the moonlight or the damp aura of a dense forest, reminding her of those murals along the basement walls. She moaned around the flavor. Flicking her eyes up to his, Lita saw he was already watching her, his chest rumbling at whatever expression he saw there.

“Close,” he huffed against her mouth, eyes drinking her in as one of his thumbs came up to run under her eye. “So close.”

Close to what? Lita didn’t know. Cole radiated a primal masculine energy she could never quite put to words. It made her knees weak, her pulse rocket, and her body respond. Hers. He was hers. And with the way he was looking at her now, Lita wondered if he could feel the same primal energy coming from her. If he was feeling weaker for her as they held eyes. Or if he was feeling his pulse in his throat and if that pulse was also throbbing between his legs like hers. Was he thinking she was his? Was he awed by that fact–by how lucky and impossible it all felt to be mated?

Cole cursed into her mouth, gripping her hard enough to bruise as she turned the kiss feral. Lita drowned Cole’s noises out with her own needy growl, letting the taste of him coat her lips.

Do that again, Nyx growled, and Lita complied, sucking the fresh bead of taste from a new nick on his tongue. That time, she felt him shiver and stiffen. Was she hurting him? What the hell was wrong with her? Lita huffed, pulling away to shake her head.

Nothing is wrong with us, Nyx made a sound similar to a laugh, Look at his pupils. We’re a perfect match for our mate. He loves us like who can put our Alphe in his place is his Luna.

this.. the only one

Sure enough, Cole’s eyes were glassy, his pupils lust drunk and endless. The bit of blood on his tongue had only egged him on, and he clearly wanted more. Lita swiped her thumb across his damp lower lip, his words from earlier replaying in her mind.

“What are you close to?”

“Not me,” Cole chuckled, a small smirk on his face. “You–you’re close.”

“To what?” Lita asked, even as Cole’s widening grin told her he wouldn’t answer. His eyes flicked back and forth between hers, the points of his teeth preking out as he bit down on his lower lip in excitement.

Dominance was still riding her hard, the primal urges wrapping themselves around her throat like a grip and his disobedience wasn’t helping. She wanted to sink her teeth into him, not to claim as she’d already done during their mating, but to control. To clamp her sharp teeth around his throat like pincers until he yielded his neck–until he stopped trying to take the lead in everything.

As if to prove the point, Cole tried to pull her back to his mouth. Lita laughed, resisting the pull. He implied he wanted her to be in charge, but words were easy. Actions were harder. Hadn’t her life up to that point taught her that?

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Nyx snapped in the

Cole had already taught Lita how to put Nyx to the back of her mind. And if there was ever a montent to banish her nosey spectator,

need a nap anyway. Her voice faded away,

and pitched forward, mashing them together while she braced a hand on the floor behind Cole’s head. He would take her direction, not the other way around, and

other hand, she grabbed his jaw, pressing his head down against the floor. Lita pulled away, panting through the ache in her gums, the burn

her tongue, thrusting his head against the ground again. “Your pleasure is mine to give,” she growled, “not

sucking in a breath, a slight tremor in his hands. He

movements.

attention. She brushed against the thin scratches her claws left over his abs, glimpsing her knuckles between the rips in his shirt. His jaw ground against itself as she moved. Strategically, she pushed her hands higher, up over his broad, Erm pectorals, and past his small, rounded nipples. Lita explored every inch

laughed in a wild, husky way. And then she tore the

said, her eyes roving the exposed torso. Cole didn’t move for a moment, just staring at her face as if he were looking for something. It irritated her. He shouldn’t hesitate. If she told him to touch her, that’s exactly what he damn well needed to do. A lick of heat

commanded, her voice leaving no room for thought. She was the Alpha

.cbc.

those eyes again, they burned

whispered in

had been before, but suddenly Lita understood. Her Alpha side had fully emerged. Suddenly, everything made sense -the dominance, the aggression, the tone that could bring Cole to his knees. Unlocking her full potential had been a goal for Lita and Elise. They’d been picking apart her trauma and healing

she thought herself too weak, too small? How

matter what she’d been through. Lita accepted herself–the scars on her back from the crash. Her fears. Her insecurities. She accepted it all, even

slid up her stomach to cup Lita over her bra. The tips of his claws curved over the cups, massaging and pinching the

those claws tore through the band, leaving little scratches behind, stinging her skin. “Cole,” she growled the warning for her clothes, her body throbbing in time with his touches. His lips parted,

she punish him? She wondered. Lita couldn’t ignore disrespect or disobedience–not when her body felt like

tracked each swell, zeroing in on her peaked nipples before trailing down to where their hips met. Itis hands slid away immediately, hovering with open palms just shy of her skin–a ghost caress that made goosebumps appear. Of course, her skin burned for him, wanted his calloused palms to touch every

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let go,” she

head.

ader sense o

grabbed the lip

“Baby-”

his stretched chest, thinking up the perfect torture for her stubborn Alpha. She suspected that he would enjoy it just as much as he would hate it and some part of her loved that she could fulfill a secret desire. How long had he waited for her to come into her

trailed her claws down to the button on his jeans, then popped it open. “Hips up,” she said, laughing as he obeyed without hesitation. The commands added a cinnamon finish to his lust and over the bond, she felt as if she were being fed dessert. Lita wiggled the material down over his

away.

panic in his eyes. Lita smiled, running her fingers down to her own jeans, popping the button and slowly slipping them off. Panic turned to anticipation in Cole’s eyes. It was exhilarating, being able to control him that way–to make him crave

the erection straining his briefs. Tapping an ankle with one foot, Lita arched a brow. “Spread these wider, Alpha. Make

for her to crouch between them and lower to her

the common space,” Lita laughed to herself, toying with the

care,” Cole grunted. “You’re their Luna, you do what you want. They’ll live.” Lita stared at him, shocked and moved by how quickly he insisted that she was his equal. It wasn’t a surprise, but it was a welcome reminder that Cole wasn’t like any other

to make such a mess of you,” she promised darkly, tugging the waistband down until he sprang free. “What did you say earlier, mate?