Snow Alpha

Chapter 8

We arrive back at the house in a short time, once we're there we both head upstairs - he says goodnight and slowly walks to his bedroom door and slowly twists the knob of the door, all while keeping eye contact - as if he is testing me. In those seconds I think what am I doing, letting my mate sleep in his own room? I make my decision - I grab his arm and bring him to my room, I hear no protests, and this pleases me.

Once we are inside my room, my back is slammed against the closed door and his lips are on mine. Sparks igniting and spreading round our bodies, like we're on fire. His lips moving against mine slowly, carefully but I deepen this kiss, and this causes him to quicken it, more passionate, desperate.

Desperate for one another. Our lips mould together perfectly, moving wildly as if we can't get enough of each other, as if we are each other's source of oxygen. My hands slip under his shirt and move up and down his well-toned stomach and chest, my hands feeling every inch of his six pack. I then move my hands to his back and love the feel of his muscles moving against my hands - our bodies shaped for each other.

His hands gently playing with my hair, twirling and pulling at it. He moves his attention off my now probably puffed and red lips and proceeds to place butterfly kisses face down my face and across my jaw. He then moves to my neck, making sure to place soft, sweet kisses along the crook of my neck - sometimes letting his tongue slip out, to taste me.

I turn my head, giving him better access and he carries on - I hum in happiness and pleasure. He soon finds my sweet spot, the place where he will mark me - he continues to kiss that spot and I sigh in satisfaction. He takes his head out of my neck and looks at me sincerely, rubbing his thumb up and down my cheek and sighs, I furrow my eyebrows and ask, "What's wrong love?"

"If we carry on I don't think I'll be able to control my wolf, we both want to mark you." He looks from my eyes to my neck.

"Then why don't you?" I reply, his eyes quickly snap back to mine with surprise in his eyes, obviously shocked with my response.

"Are you sure?" He asks wearily, I nod - that's all he needs. He greedily kisses my neck again while I move my hands to play with his short and soft hair. He once again finds my precious spot, he kisses there for a while, letting his tongue flick across my silky soft skin.

He then opens his mouth and I feel his canines run tenderly across my skin until suddenly they pierce. My hands tightly grasp his hair from the pain but that is gone as soon as it arrived, now replaced with ecstasy, his tongue smoothly runs across the sensitive wound, closing and easing it. I pull his hair back and this causes his head to come back to my level, his face and eyes dazed. I take this opportunity to start my assault - my lips meet his soft cheek, moving down to his chiselled jaw.

I then move to his ear lobe, biting it gently, teasing him. This works as I hear him groan in delectation, I gradually carry the assail of my lips against his skin to his neck - trying to find his sweet spot. I kiss and flick my tongue against his skin, just as he did to me - knowing he will be enjoying this. His grip of my waist tightens as I take my time with pleasing him, I eventually find his sweet spot and play with him as I take my sweet time.

"Adella." He says breathlessly, showing his need for me to mark him. Only Alpha females can mark their mate in return, usually the males just place their mark on their mate as it shows they're taken. It emits a scent that is mixed with the males and females, in this case mine and Ashton's. The mark is also a permanent symbol on the neck, it's unique for each pair and shows who they "belong" to.

I elongate my canines and rub them across his skin, then I skin them in his neck and taste his blood cover my teeth. I then take my canines out and lick his wound, supporting him as he did me. When I do this, I feel him shudder in pleasure. I then look back up at him and feel our souls entwined with one another, I feel his thoughts and emotions swarm into my mind - all his thoughts and emotions positive.

We both stand there in silence, taking in what just happened and what is still happening with our mental and physical link, he will be going through the same thing as me. I grab his hand and take him to my bed, I grab my gown and walk into the bathroom to change.

I see my hair sticking up and dishevelled from the work of Ashton's hands, I also see the sore looking bite mark on my neck - that will have formed its symbol by the morning and I see my lips red and puffy as I expected. I change and run my hands through my white curls, trying to tame them. I then walk out and see Ashton lying on my bed in only his Calvin Klein boxers fitting well again his hips, he's looking up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head but then as he senses my presence his eyes flicker to me. His predatory eyes scan me, lust evident in them, I walk towards my bed and get under the covers and cuddle into him. My head lying on his toned chest and his arm slinging round my waist trying to get me impossibly closer.

I close my eyes as I feel him place a soft kiss on the top of my head and I sigh in contentment. I then let sleep consume me, opening the darkness with open arms for once.