The Alpha's Unwanted Mate: (BWWM) Paranormal Romance Standalone by Ellie Valentina
Authors: Ellie Valentina
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humbled wolf couldn’t even meet her gaze, but Angeline treated him cordially.
When Clyde left her, it was to find Alicia. The Alpha’s mate was in the care tent with her three daughters who, apart from minor scratches and scrapes, were none worse for the wear. She, too, seethed at the audacity of the Reef pack even as her eyes filled with tears for those they’d lost.
The day was exhausting.
By the time Clyde hauled himself into the house, the boys were long asleep. Ian had curled up beside his brother in the twin bed with his thumb in his mouth, a throwback to his days as a tiny pup. Elias snored peacefully; his arm around the smaller boy, and Clyde thought there might be no more beautiful sight than his slumbering brood.
He made his way to the master bedroom, intending to take as thorough a shower as he could manage under the circumstances before slipping into bed. His left arm was wrapped in bandages from where Tirion had torn at it and ached something fierce. He wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and pass out, at least until he entered his bedroom.
Clyde froze in the doorway, all the blood in his veins immediately rushing downward. Angeline sat on his bed, freshly showered, clad in the flimsy white nightgown that had plagued his dreams. She straightened when she saw him, exposing a long neck and the ample mounds of her cleavage. Clyde’s mouth dried as her cheeks colored and she rose to her feet, gazing shyly at the floor.
“Clyde…” Her words were soft. “I owe you an apology. What I thought about this place…your people…it was all wrong.”
Within seconds, he swept across the room to take her into his arms as hunger suffused him. Cupping the young woman’s face, he tipped it up to take in her hooded eyes, full, parted lips and the gorgeous hue of her caramel-colored skin.
“We were both wrong.” He breathed the words against her mouth before he kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding sinuously against her own.
She tasted even better than he remembered – hot, and sweet, consuming him as her fingers slid into his hair; Angeline’s body arched against his, soft and yielding where he was hard, and drawing a groan from deep in his solar plexus. Wordlessly, he lifted the woman from the floor to carry back to the expanse of his bed. When he lay her down, she looked up at him, breathless, her lips swollen from his kisses.
Yes . That was how his mate should look.
A low growl welled in his throat as he leaned over her, laving a path of moisture from her ear to her clavicle. Gasping, Angeline slid her hands down to the hem of his soiled shirt, tugging upwards urgently. Nipping at her bare shoulder, Clyde straightened for just long enough to whip the garment over his head before flinging it off into the room blindly.
“I’m dirty.” He murmured against her sweet-smelling skin, inching the thin fabric up over her nightgown to expose a pair of panties that were “brief” by their very definition. His mouth found the flat expanse of her stomach as he pressed heated kisses over it, moving steadily upwards. “I had to help put out fires. There’s soot and dusty everywhere—“
He was cut off by Angeline’s firm hold on his scalp. The young woman drew his head upwards to hover above her own, her smile the most wicked and breathtaking thing he’d ever beheld. “How dirty?” Her tongue slid over the words in a way that drew a soft, tortured sound of arousal. “ Show me.”
Wordlessly, Clyde flipped her over onto her stomach, eliciting a gasp from the dark-skinned woman as he broke her hold on him. Jerking her onto all fours, he lowered his mouth to the curve of her behind, licking and biting reverently as she squirmed, soft moans escaping her. Reaching down, Clyde found the heat of her between her legs and cupped it brusquely. Her scent already marked her more than ready for him, but he wanted his mate to cry his name when he took her. His fingers hooked in the hem of her panties,
When Clyde left her, it was to find Alicia. The Alpha’s mate was in the care tent with her three daughters who, apart from minor scratches and scrapes, were none worse for the wear. She, too, seethed at the audacity of the Reef pack even as her eyes filled with tears for those they’d lost.
The day was exhausting.
By the time Clyde hauled himself into the house, the boys were long asleep. Ian had curled up beside his brother in the twin bed with his thumb in his mouth, a throwback to his days as a tiny pup. Elias snored peacefully; his arm around the smaller boy, and Clyde thought there might be no more beautiful sight than his slumbering brood.
He made his way to the master bedroom, intending to take as thorough a shower as he could manage under the circumstances before slipping into bed. His left arm was wrapped in bandages from where Tirion had torn at it and ached something fierce. He wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and pass out, at least until he entered his bedroom.
Clyde froze in the doorway, all the blood in his veins immediately rushing downward. Angeline sat on his bed, freshly showered, clad in the flimsy white nightgown that had plagued his dreams. She straightened when she saw him, exposing a long neck and the ample mounds of her cleavage. Clyde’s mouth dried as her cheeks colored and she rose to her feet, gazing shyly at the floor.
“Clyde…” Her words were soft. “I owe you an apology. What I thought about this place…your people…it was all wrong.”
Within seconds, he swept across the room to take her into his arms as hunger suffused him. Cupping the young woman’s face, he tipped it up to take in her hooded eyes, full, parted lips and the gorgeous hue of her caramel-colored skin.
“We were both wrong.” He breathed the words against her mouth before he kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding sinuously against her own.
She tasted even better than he remembered – hot, and sweet, consuming him as her fingers slid into his hair; Angeline’s body arched against his, soft and yielding where he was hard, and drawing a groan from deep in his solar plexus. Wordlessly, he lifted the woman from the floor to carry back to the expanse of his bed. When he lay her down, she looked up at him, breathless, her lips swollen from his kisses.
Yes . That was how his mate should look.
A low growl welled in his throat as he leaned over her, laving a path of moisture from her ear to her clavicle. Gasping, Angeline slid her hands down to the hem of his soiled shirt, tugging upwards urgently. Nipping at her bare shoulder, Clyde straightened for just long enough to whip the garment over his head before flinging it off into the room blindly.
“I’m dirty.” He murmured against her sweet-smelling skin, inching the thin fabric up over her nightgown to expose a pair of panties that were “brief” by their very definition. His mouth found the flat expanse of her stomach as he pressed heated kisses over it, moving steadily upwards. “I had to help put out fires. There’s soot and dusty everywhere—“
He was cut off by Angeline’s firm hold on his scalp. The young woman drew his head upwards to hover above her own, her smile the most wicked and breathtaking thing he’d ever beheld. “How dirty?” Her tongue slid over the words in a way that drew a soft, tortured sound of arousal. “ Show me.”
Wordlessly, Clyde flipped her over onto her stomach, eliciting a gasp from the dark-skinned woman as he broke her hold on him. Jerking her onto all fours, he lowered his mouth to the curve of her behind, licking and biting reverently as she squirmed, soft moans escaping her. Reaching down, Clyde found the heat of her between her legs and cupped it brusquely. Her scent already marked her more than ready for him, but he wanted his mate to cry his name when he took her. His fingers hooked in the hem of her panties,
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