The Alpha's Unwanted Mate: (BWWM) Paranormal Romance Standalone by Ellie Valentina Page B
Authors: Ellie Valentina
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the hair at the base of her neck. She gasped as he forced her into a sitting position to fuse his mouth with hers. As he nipped, licked and bit at her lips, Angeline clung to him, breathless with passion.
His hands slid brusquely over her breasts, kneading and plucking at their warm weight before moving downward to her hips. There, he gripped her almost bruising, wedging his knee between her legs to part them.
Angeline was so wet that she left her mark on his pants and a hiss of arousal escaped him. He fairly ripped the garment from himself before tossing it away, along with his underwear. Then, he was bare before her. The way her eyes slid salaciously over his naked form let him know she was quite pleased with what she saw.
Clyde turned her onto her stomach once more, barely giving her a moment to catch her breath before he dragged her to the edge of the bed. There, her lower half hung over, the balls of her feet flat on the ground. Licking his lips, Clyde palmed the curve of her behind a moment before parting her more fully to his gaze.
She was ready, more importantly, so was he. He drove himself into her with a violent thrust that brought Angeline onto her toes with a muffled cry. When she attempted to straighten, he pinned her to the bed with a hand at the center of her back, moving into her with deep, sharp movements that jerked her body against his. This was what she’d asked him for, to be taken, to be claimed.
Her slick, hot wetness gripped him like a vice. Tossing his head back, Clyde growled almost continuously, losing himself in the tight, intoxicating pull of his mate’s inner muscles. With every movement of his hips, she moaned and squirmed, bucking back against him to take him deeper and driving him halfway out of his mind. He could feel his climax cresting quickly. His thighs tightened and he bit his lip, drawing blood as he increased his pace, pounding into her. Angeline took every thrust and pleaded for more, undulating and gasping as she, too, hurtled toward her peak.
When Clyde finally came, he was almost blinded by the intensity of it. His body jerked powerfully as he emptied himself into the willing woman beneath him. With a low moan, Angeline contracted around him, her sweat-slick form shuddering as she found her own release. Leaning forward, Clyde rested his forehead against her back, catching his breath.
This woman was going to be the death of him. Slowly, he slipped from her, unable to help a smirk at her resulting gasp. Human women were always astounded by the sheer volume of wolf ejaculate; they were extremely fertile, and that might even be an understatement. Climbing onto the bed in a smooth motion, Clyde tipped Angeline back onto her stomach before tugging her upward so her bare back lay against his chest, her form cradled between his muscular thighs.
The way her body fit against his, he had to admit, was no less satisfying than the way Leila’s had. “Are you pleased now, seductress?” He teased her lowly, his hand skimming absently over her stomach. Angeline merely made a soft sound of contentment, raising her head to press her mouth lingeringly to his.
When Clyde’s silver gaze met her darker one, he could see, glimmering faintly in her gaze, the promise of a bright future. Cupping her face, he drew her down for another kiss. This time, his body began to warm, and as her eyes widened, he grinned. It was time for him to teach his mate something of wolf endurance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The months passed by quickly. After her first nerve-wracking weeks, Angeline was surprised by how smoothly she slid into her life as a member of the pack. Of course, in the weeks following the attack by Reef pack, there was much that had to be done. Wolves and their mates were buried, burned buildings were torn down in preparation for new ones, and most important of all, a strict training regimen for all healthy males was implemented.
Where Angeline had barely spent any time with the females of
His hands slid brusquely over her breasts, kneading and plucking at their warm weight before moving downward to her hips. There, he gripped her almost bruising, wedging his knee between her legs to part them.
Angeline was so wet that she left her mark on his pants and a hiss of arousal escaped him. He fairly ripped the garment from himself before tossing it away, along with his underwear. Then, he was bare before her. The way her eyes slid salaciously over his naked form let him know she was quite pleased with what she saw.
Clyde turned her onto her stomach once more, barely giving her a moment to catch her breath before he dragged her to the edge of the bed. There, her lower half hung over, the balls of her feet flat on the ground. Licking his lips, Clyde palmed the curve of her behind a moment before parting her more fully to his gaze.
She was ready, more importantly, so was he. He drove himself into her with a violent thrust that brought Angeline onto her toes with a muffled cry. When she attempted to straighten, he pinned her to the bed with a hand at the center of her back, moving into her with deep, sharp movements that jerked her body against his. This was what she’d asked him for, to be taken, to be claimed.
Her slick, hot wetness gripped him like a vice. Tossing his head back, Clyde growled almost continuously, losing himself in the tight, intoxicating pull of his mate’s inner muscles. With every movement of his hips, she moaned and squirmed, bucking back against him to take him deeper and driving him halfway out of his mind. He could feel his climax cresting quickly. His thighs tightened and he bit his lip, drawing blood as he increased his pace, pounding into her. Angeline took every thrust and pleaded for more, undulating and gasping as she, too, hurtled toward her peak.
When Clyde finally came, he was almost blinded by the intensity of it. His body jerked powerfully as he emptied himself into the willing woman beneath him. With a low moan, Angeline contracted around him, her sweat-slick form shuddering as she found her own release. Leaning forward, Clyde rested his forehead against her back, catching his breath.
This woman was going to be the death of him. Slowly, he slipped from her, unable to help a smirk at her resulting gasp. Human women were always astounded by the sheer volume of wolf ejaculate; they were extremely fertile, and that might even be an understatement. Climbing onto the bed in a smooth motion, Clyde tipped Angeline back onto her stomach before tugging her upward so her bare back lay against his chest, her form cradled between his muscular thighs.
The way her body fit against his, he had to admit, was no less satisfying than the way Leila’s had. “Are you pleased now, seductress?” He teased her lowly, his hand skimming absently over her stomach. Angeline merely made a soft sound of contentment, raising her head to press her mouth lingeringly to his.
When Clyde’s silver gaze met her darker one, he could see, glimmering faintly in her gaze, the promise of a bright future. Cupping her face, he drew her down for another kiss. This time, his body began to warm, and as her eyes widened, he grinned. It was time for him to teach his mate something of wolf endurance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The months passed by quickly. After her first nerve-wracking weeks, Angeline was surprised by how smoothly she slid into her life as a member of the pack. Of course, in the weeks following the attack by Reef pack, there was much that had to be done. Wolves and their mates were buried, burned buildings were torn down in preparation for new ones, and most important of all, a strict training regimen for all healthy males was implemented.
Where Angeline had barely spent any time with the females of
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