Destined to the Alpha

8

My heart is stopped and my n*****s are hardening against the inside of my bra as he moves so close that I can feel his hot breath teasing my flushed skin.

“So, to answer your question from earlier… Yes. You are mine. Your body was made for me and I’m going to protect it, cherish it, love it, spoil it, worship it, and make love to it every second I can.”

Oh god… His lips are so close. I’m so f*****g wet.

His grip on my waist tightens and I whimper as he pulls me closer. So close that my breasts press against his chest. So close that all I can smell is his intoxicating scent. So close that my chin is arching up, begging for his sexy lips to touch mine.

“You belong to me, Kimberly,” he growls on my lips. “This thick sexy waist, these beautiful round t**s, your hot little p***y that I can smell is craving me, and these soft luscious lips. They’re all mine and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me from claiming what’s mine.”

His arms wrap possessively around me and I melt into his embrace as he kisses me hard. My legs buckle, but his strong arms hold me up as his silky tongue slides between my parted lips and he claims my mouth as his own.

My heart races as I recognize the intense beautiful feeling. It’s so familiar. I’ve felt it before…

The loving presence I felt whenever I touched myself… It had no face before, but it does now. It’s Westin and it always has been.

He is my mate. There’s no denying that now.

I wrap my arms around his massive body and kiss him back with everything I have, finally feeling like I’ve arrived home.

Westin

Kimberly’s hands are moving up and down my arms as we crush our lips together. It’s a hard desperate kiss that’s fueled by all the time we’ve spent apart.

These are the first lips mine have ever touched and they’re softer than I could have ever imagined. I don’t know how I’ll be able to break apart. I feel like I could fall into this kiss forever.

I slide my hands up her thick curvy body and she moans when I pull the elastic from her ponytail to let her hair fall down.

“Mmmmm,” she moans into my mouth as I sink my hands into her thick sandy-brown hair. Her silky waves swallow my hands as I massage her scalp and kiss her deeper.

My c**k is rock hard and aching as it strains against my jeans, desperate to get out and penetrate something. I feel the wetness as pulse after pulse of pre-c*m oozes out and makes a mess in my boxer briefs.

Her breasts are pressed against my chest and I can feel how hard her n*****s are. It’s taking every last ounce of self-control and restraint I have not to tear every shred of clothing off her sweet soft body. I’d strip her naked, bend her over the bridge railing, and thrust my hard c**k into her tight little p***y if there wasn’t the risk of people driving by and seeing what’s for my eyes only.

“Westin,” she gasps as I pull away from her mouth and start kissing the side of her jaw. “I believe you now.” Her sexy throaty voice is barely above a whisper. “I am yours.”

I’m kissing her neck when the beast in me starts to make his demands.

Mark her neck. You’re right there…

Do it! Make her ours!

My body starts trembling as my lips connect with the spot where my mark should be. My thoughts turn barbaric, my desires primal.

She’s too pure and innocent for what I have planned for her. I should leave her innocence, but I know I’m not going to do that. This girl makes me weak. I’m helpless when it comes to her.

I need every inch of her. I need her to be mine.

My grizzly is getting impatient as I lay a soft trail of kisses along her neck. I dig my erection into her thigh and the moan that leaves her swollen red lips makes my body burn with need.

I’m drawn back to the spot on her neck where my mark belongs. I kiss it over and over again as I feel her heart pounding against mine.

I can smell this girl’s arousal and knowing that any shifter that walks by can smell it too is making me and my bear crazy.

I need to have my mark on her. I want every shifter who sees her to run in the opposite direction or risk facing my wrath.

My bear wants the same. He’s urging me, begging me, snarling at me to sink my teeth into her soft flesh and mark her as our own.

The thought of those wolf shifters with their eyes on her, with Lincoln’s arm around her waist, is pushing me over the edge.

My whole body gets tense. I start to feel twitchy all over. A surge of adrenaline flushes through my veins, causing a pounding in my ears. When I picture his hand on her waist, his fingertips digging into her flesh, something in me snaps.

My bear charges up and my body swells. My canines extend and I feel him close to the surface—close enough to fill my head with his possessive thoughts.

Do it! he screams and this time, I listen.

With a possessive growl, I sink my sharp teeth into her neck and mark this ripe curvy girl as my own.

Her hands tighten on me and she whimpers as the coppery taste of her blood fills my mouth. It tastes so sweet. I’ve been waiting for this my entire life and now it’s here. This girl is mine.

My mate is mine.

I slide my teeth out and kiss the wound as my bear slinks back down, satisfied that she’s now got our mark on her.

The wolves would never have pulled that s**t they did earlier if my mark was on her neck like it is now. They wouldn’t have looked at her ass, they wouldn’t have made any crude jokes. Their eyes would have been on the table and they would have shown her the respect that Westin Wood’s mate deserves.