Mated to the Alpha

17

We break apart for a few seconds, just long enough to get the rest of our damn clothes off. Then, our lips come back together where they belong.

The anticipation of having his big hard c**k back inside me is making every part of me stir. I’m so wet. I’m so ready for him.

I want to get f****d hard by this possessive brute. I want it now.

I’ve been a virgin for twenty-seven years of my life, but one night with Rylan has turned me into a c**k-hungry little beast.

I reach down and start stroking his thick shaft. Sticky pre-c*m oozes out everywhere and I bring a wet finger to my lips to taste him as my other hand jerks him off. “Mmmmm,” I moan as the taste of his c*m fills my mouth.

“You’re killing me, Mila,” he says in a low growl as he watches me. “I can’t f*****g wait any longer.”

He reaches down and picks me up by the back of my thighs. I wrap my arms around his muscular neck as he lifts me up and spreads my legs apart.

It’s cool out, but Rylan’s body is keeping me warm. It’s making my blood boil. It’s filling me with heat from my core, to my fingers and toes, to my p***y. I’m on fire as he lowers me down onto his rock hard c**k.

I reach down, grab his shaft, and guide it into my sopping wet hole. We both moan loudly as he lowers me all the way down.

“f**k,” I gasp when I feel his throbbing thickness fill me up. I’m so stretched out. I’m so damn full.

My juices are leaking out all over him as he lifts me back up and then drops me back down. He starts jerking himself off with my p***y. His strong hands are bouncing me up and down, pulling screams out of me as he f***s me harder and harder.

My fingernails are dug into his shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His face shows nothing but pleasure as he drives his c**k in deep.

His body starts to swell again like it did last night. It just turns me on even more.

With eyes shining bright, arms double their size, shoulders growing, and teeth extending—my moans become louder as his d**k grows even thicker inside me.

My eyes are locked on his teeth that are pressing out against his lips. He looks like a monster. He looks like an animal. It’s turning me on so much. An orgasm is raging forward, tearing through me as it threatens to explode.

“Mark me,” I moan.

His eyes look darker than ever.

“Do it,” I beg. “I need to feel it!”

He starts thrusting in with harder strokes, slamming his c**k into me as he drags his sharp extended teeth over my neck.

It’s enough to do it. I c*m hard.

My body shakes as I scream out in bliss. He f***s me through the orgasm and my head flies back, leaving my neck exposed.

He can’t resist it. Sharp teeth sink into the tingling flesh on my neck and I cry out as the pain and intensity of the orgasm mix. It’s a sweet pain. It feels so good.

I cry out again when he removes his teeth and kisses the marked spot. The pain quickly disappears and is replaced by a glowing heat that flows through my body, growing with intensity every inch it travels.

Rylan’s arms tighten around me and he thrusts his throbbing c**k in hard, grunting as he shoots his load of hot c*m into my p***y.

I can’t believe this is my life now. I can’t believe I get to do this with such a hot amazing guy like Rylan.

When his orgasm finishes, he lowers me down and I drop to my knees on the cold crunchy grass.

He’s breathing heavily as he kneels in front of me.

“You’re mine now,” he says with a territorial look in his eyes.

“I’ve always been yours,” I tell him. “Even when I wasn’t.”

He comes forward and kisses me so hard that it makes my toes curl.

“Marry me,” he begs.

My lips curl up into a grin. “It took you long enough to ask.”

Rylan

“You’re a lucky man,” Blake says as he looks across the room at my gorgeous mate. “She’s a beautiful woman. Inside and out.”

If I heard that a week ago, even from Blake, it would have sent both me and my bear off. Since we left our mark on Mila’s neck, it’s settled us both down. A little. We’re both obsessive fuckers when it comes to our mate. And we always will be.

“I’m glad you found her,” Blake says.

I can hear the pain in his voice. He’s the oldest out of all five of us and the poor guy still hasn’t found the girl who was born for him.

“She’ll come,” I say as I drop my hand onto his shoulder. “She might walk into the room in the next second.”

His hopeful eyes dart over to the door, but of course, she doesn’t walk in. The door to the fire station stays closed and that longing, tired look in his eyes returns.

My heart breaks for the guy. He’s the best out of all five of us and he deserves to have had her by now. Hell, he deserves to have had her a long time ago.

“She’ll come,” I repeat.

He starts to get choked up and then shrugs my hand off. “So, how many kids do you want? Ethan has been saying he wants ten. Ten! Can you believe that?”

I want at least ten. I don’t tell him that because it would be like twisting the knife that’s lodged in his mateless heart right now. But I want to breed the f**k out of this girl. I want to pump her full of babies until her exhausted womb is waving the white flag. Even after that, I might slip another one in.

“Not sure,” I say instead. “We’ll see.”

And Blake will see too one day. He’ll understand when he finally finds her that even he won’t want to stop at ten kids. The need to breed is strong in us bear shifters once we’ve found our mates.