Stealing the Alpha’s Heart

I’d seen many beautiful sunsets and sunrises, beautiful landscapes and world wonders that left me speechless. But none of them, and I meant absolutely none of them, compared to the sight of Emma on her knees in front of me.

Her face was flushed with the pink of desire, bringing out the already attractive planes of her visage. I wished I had a camera on me so I could capture the moment, but I would just have to burn the beauty of it into my memory.

I’d fantasized about such things since I was a teen, but it was happening in real time. Her hands were on my belt, opening it before going to my zipper. Already, I was hard as a rock, my d!ck straining for her through my p*nts.

Perhaps it was strange to go from fearing for Emma’s life and snapping at Sam, to being so deep in ar0usal that I didn’t think I would ever come up again. But I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or in this case, a surprise Bl0wJ0b.

I watched, enraptured by every detail of Emma as she pulled me from my pants and gave me a couple of strokes. I could smell her perfume, her body wash, and all the other cosmetics she used. But there was something else there, too. A deep, rich, and earthy scent that could only be her pheromones. They wrapped around me, tickling my nose before delving through my head.

It probably should have been distracting, but it wasn’t. It was…it was…it was incredible. It enhanced every sensation, every bit of data I was absorbing. It lent itself to making everything seem too good to be true, but hey, if I was dreaming, then I was more than happy to stay snoozing until dream-Emma was done with me.

But then she stroked me again with that velvety soft hand of hers, and I realized I never wanted her to be done with me. I could stay locked in that moment, edged for all of eternity, and I would be happy with that.

I certainly didn’t complain as she increased the speed and pressure of her movement, drawing deep g****s out of my throat until I was hard and dripping. When she paused, I didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or beg for more. She had me halfway out of my mind, and I was loving it.

Fortunately, she didn’t make me have to choose what to do. Instead, she looked up at me with a truly wicked expression before l!cking a long stripe along the underside of my length.

“Holy shit, Emma,” I gasped, nearly doubling over above her head. I’d never been a hair-trigger sort of guy, but she had me feeling like I could explode at any moment.

Except I wasn’t going to allow myself to do that. I wanted to enjoy whatever she gave me as much as possible. No way would I ever forgive myself if things ended after a minute because of a little premature explosion.

“If you’re reacting that strongly already,” Emma said, her tongue tracing the outline of her l!ps. F**k, if she wasn’t already occupied, I would k!ss her senseless. “You might want to hold onto the bedsheets.”

“Hey, nobody likes a brag—”

That was all I got out before she swallowed me down, welcoming me into the warm, wet slide of her mouth.

“Shit!!!”

Not exactly my most eloquent moment, but it was all my fried brain could think of. Almost immediately, Emma started working me over, her tongue curling this way and that while she bobbed up and down along my length.

My toes were curling in my shoes, sweat was beginning to drip down my forehead, and my soul was leaving my body. I had no idea that Emma was so skilled, but really, I should have known. She attacked everything with tenacity and dedication, so of course she’d be just as an attentive lover as she was a pack member, sister, and business owner.

Part of me felt like I didn’t deserve her, didn’t deserve her on her knees in front of me, giving me pleasure I never thought was imaginable. Despite her kind words, I still felt like I’d failed her. I needed to do better as her mate. I needed to find those witches who had tried to hurt her twice, kill them all, then return home to her and eat her out until she couldn’t walk the next day.

Yeah, that was a good plan if there ever was one.

But at the moment, I was going to let Emma do whatever she wanted with me, even if I thought that maybe I wasn’t good enough for it. Because there was no way in hell I was going to stop her when her tongue was swirling around my sensitive head just so.

“Not bad,” she remarked as she pulled off with a pop, her l!ps cherry red and swollen from her activities. Did I mention that I wanted to k!ss her? Because I really, really, really wanted to k!ss her.

So I did.

It was impossible to describe the movements I made, they all happened so fast. One moment, she was on her knees in front of me, the next, I’d picked her up and had her in my la*p, those wonderfully soft yet muscular th!ghs of hers straddling me. It made me want to f**k up into her, to make her m**n and cry out until both of our laps were soaked, but she had a few layers of clothes in the way.

I needed to do something about that.

She let out a breathless gasp and I took advantage of her open mouth to k!ss her exactly as hard as I wanted to. I held nothing back, demanding of her, celebrating her. Worshipping her.

It was giddy. It was unhinged. But most of all, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. K!ssing Emma. K!ssing my mate with no walls between us was an epiphany to my soul, and my already tenuous patience snapped.

I could feel my nails grow and my teeth sharped as I ripped into her clothes. They were probably expensive but whatever, I would replace them. Nothing like a designer mattered when it came to Emma and I being skin to skin.

She seemed to have the same sentiment because she ripped my shirt open, scattering buttons across the floor. Those would be annoying to vacuum later, but that was an issue for future Theo, not about-to-have-the-ride-of-his-life Theo.

Priorities.

It took a little bit of maneuvering, but finally, she was bare enough that I could feel her soaked entrance hovering above my straining manhood. As tempting as it was to just thrust up into her, to be enveloped in that tight, wet heat that had nearly driven me insane the first time, I couldn’t be a selfish lover. Not after Emma had been so attentive in her own ministrations.

And even if she hadn’t, I wouldn’t want to skip on the foreplay anyway. Making my mate 0rgasm only once wasn’t enough. I needed her on my fingers, on my mouth, and then on my c0ck.

I slid my hand down her perfectly soft stomach. The feel of her skin against my palm made my heart flutter in my chest, and that effect nearly doubled once my fingers reached her folds.

She was already so slick for me, practically dripping into my palm. I simply traced along her at first, mapping out the landscape, as it were. And perhaps I got a little lost in it, because after a few minutes, Emma’s nails found my mating bond, pressing in so little shocks zinged up my neck.

“Come on, stop teasing me.”

She said it so prettily, her eyes locking with mine, that I had no choice but to acquiesce. Not that I would want to refuse her anyway. As far as I was concerned, Emma deserved everything and anything that she wanted.

Capturing her l!ps in mine yet again, I slid my fingers into her, curling them just so. The sound that came out of her mouth was like pure rapture with my wolf senses, and I methodically pumped my digits into her.

It would be easy to lose control. To sate myself in her body and think of nothing else. But I wanted more than that. I wanted to satisfy her, except it was more than that. Really, I wanted to write myself over every cell in her body until we truly were two halves on one whole.

So I worked her over, listening to every clue she gave until she was coming all over my fingers.

“My God, Theo,” she breathed in my ear, voice thoroughly debauched. I loved how fvcked-out she looked, considering I’d just gotten started. When I was done, I hoped that her hair was soaked and her legs were wobbly. No, trembling. No, shaking—I was getting distracted.

I brought my fingers too my mouth, inhaling the scent of her before l!cking them completely clean. Emma stared at me the entire time, her breathing heavy and her eyes half-lidded.

“Do you have any idea how hot that is?” she slurred, leaning in so her mouth was only a breath away from mine.

“If it’s half as good as you taste, pretty damn hot.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She tilted her head back in a heady laugh and I was pretty sure I could get intoxicated on such a sound. She really was truly beautiful, in every way.

“If you don’t get inside of me, I’m pretty sure my lower half is going to stage a formal protest.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

Taking myself in hand, I lined myself up with her center and pushed my h!ps upward, sliding into her with a hiss escaping between my teeth.

“God, Emma, you’re so f*****g hot,” I gasped. Not exactly the most suave dirty talk, but it was the truth. She was gripping me like a vise, the hot, slick velvet of her walls massaging me with every move.

Again, I found myself close to losing it, pleasure dripping through every individual cell in my body. Mentally, I clamped down on my own sensation and put everything into driving up into Emma.

“Oh, Theo, Theo!”

Her soft yet wicked whines got me over the hump, but even with a momentary reprieve, I knew I wouldn’t be lasting long. Slipping my hand between our bodies, two of my fingers found that sensitive little button of hers. Her body jolted when I glanced over it, and I made sure to work my way up to direct pressure on it. After all, it wasn’t a joystick to be rough with. I’d thankfully learned that much when I was young.

As an added benefit, concentrating on every sign I could get from her allowed me to hover on my own edge, biding my time until her cries escalated and I felt her clamp down on me.

“F**k Theo! Oh my God, oh my God!”

Her body squeezed me so hard that my own eyes almost rolled up into the back of my head. Gripping her h!ps, I held on for dear life as I pistoned up into her, swept away in the ecstasy of our coupling.

Somehow I managed to last through her entire 0rgasm, letting her ride me for all I was worth. And when I finally let myself topple over that delectable edge, it ripped the air right out of my body.

But I’d never been so happy to suffocate. I gave myself over to the pleasure, the rapture, the revelation of the two of us joining together in ways that only true mates could.

We stayed like that for a good moment, our pants filling the room. I wanted to stay inside of Emma forever, but eventually her body pushed me out. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled the two of us back onto her mattress, arranging her so that she was the little spoon and I could wrap around her. Protect her, like I always should.

“That was amazing,” Emma breathed, sounded truly contented.

“It was,” I agreed, gently k!ssing the back of her neck. But just being close to her was making my body respond, my b***d quickening in my body.

“Whoa, easy there tiger,” Emma said, no doubt feeling my lower half begin to stir. “Maybe we should take a shower first.”

I squeezed her gently, burying my face in the crook of her shoulder. She smelled so good. Like her, like me, like pure s3x. “We don’t have to take a shower.”

“We’re not beasts full-time,” she chided teasingly, snuggling closer with me. “We’ll snuggle for thirty minutes, then get cleaned up.”

I yawned, letting my eyelids flutter closed. “Sure, whatever you say.”