Joining Our Packs

Chapter Four Mating

Unwilling to let the gorgeous creature the moon goddess has blessed me with go for even a second after having her so close I stand from the couch with my hands on her firm a*s allowing her to wrap her toned legs around my waist.

I may not have been in her room before but following her delicious scent I had found my way to it way too many times. Amelia's arms wrapped loosely around my neck her fingers gripping my hair that had grown slightly too long and I groan as she tugs it gently. I move my head the way she pulled and grant her access to my neck. When her soft lips began nipping and l*****g up the column of my neck I can feel my pleasure building already and I want her more than anything. My c**k throbs shamelessly hardening even more as the temptress works her magic.

It is a battle to make it to her room, I would gladly take her right here in the stairwell. Her tender open-mouthed kisses land when her mark will lay and my fingers tightened around her a*s cheeks. Pulling my hand back I give her a*s a hard slap and the moan that leaves her lips is music to my ears. I forever want to hear those sounds coming from my goddess.

“Keep it up and we're not going to make it to your room,” I growl low into her ear feeling her tight body shiver in delight against me.

Her heated core sits against my lower abs and I can feel her wetness seeping through the tight jeans she chose to wear.

“Who said I would mind?” Amelia purrs grazing her teeth over my earlobe.

“f**k,” the word sounds more animalistic than human as Ishmael pushes forward devouring our mate's lips in a possessive kiss.

Ishmael has no problem taking her in the open and we press her back against the wall tugging her thin t-shirt over her head and trailing our lips down her delicate neck to her heaving breasts. Little moans escape her lips urging me onward as her hands wrap tighter in my hair guiding my mouth to her taught n*****s. Looking up through my lashes I can see the slight part of her lips and how her eyes flutter with each bated breath she takes. Seeing my mate's reaction to my touch has me pushing Ishmael back. I can't bring myself for our first time to be in a hallway. She deserves so much more. I continue down the hall to the door I know belongs to her and grip the handle bringing us to a stop inside her room.

Amelia's POV

Sex has never been something I shied away from. Acacia would've preferred if we had waited for our mate but she enjoyed our little escapades as much as I did. Nothing could've prepared me for the enhanced pleasure brought by the mate bond though. We weren't even n***d yet, our bodies having the layers of our clothes to separate us and I was more turned on than ever. I was sure Isaiah could feel my wetness at this point. I knew what I liked and guided him with a pull toward the sensitive peaks that always sent shivers down my spine. Before his lips could collide with my hardened n*****s he stopped. I couldn't help but pout in disappointment.

The door to my bedroom opened and he stepped inside moving us into the comfortfortable space and closing the door with his foot. Our lips connected again, our tongues meeting in a passionate dance, one I want to lead. I wanted to please him as much as I wanted to feel his body pleasing me. He would be cumming first, he had waited for me and I was going to show him exactly what he had waited for.

Pulling back I unwrap my legs sliding to the floor causing my breast to bounce. Isaiah's eyes are clouded with l**t as he watches my movements. Running my hands over his broad shoulders I stop at the neckline of his shirt gripping it and easily tearing the fabric apart. His lips part in shock surprised that I'm the one ripping his clothes off. Pushing the fabric back I slide it down his arms until it drops to the floor exposing his silky-tanned skin to me. He has a perfectly carved body and I lick my lips. ‘Where to start,’ I think taking in the toned eight-pack and sculpted ‘v’ that leads to the bulge my p***y is dying to feel.

My body inches closer my perky breasts pressing into the hard muscles and creating tiny sparks everywhere they touch. The sparks themselves are sending me into overdrive and when Isaiah runs his fingertips up my back laying his large hands on me I let a moan slip from my lips. I work my hands between us unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them over his hips while placing my mouth on his chest and kissing my way down his solid muscles tracing each line with my tongue. When I reach the waistband of his boxers I dip my fingers beneath the stretchy material grabbing his hard d**k and releasing it. A strangled groan leaves Isaiah's throat as his length bobs into my hand. Pre c*m glistens on the head of his d**k and I allow my tongue to dart out tasting the salty-sweet mixture with an intentionally prolonged swipe. My body aches for more and I open my mouth taking his impressive length down my throat until I gag. Backing up to the tip I swirl my tongue around him before plunging him into the back of my throat again. I continue my torturous movements feeling his hands pushing my head further and further with each plunge. Tears prickle the corners of my eyes as he starts to twitch in preparation of his oncoming o****m. With one my swirl of my tongue, I take him to the back of my throat sliding my tongue down his length as I go, and he spills his seed into my throat

“f**k baby,” he yells as he pulls out of my mouth with a wet plop.

“You like that?” I ask l*****g every drop of c*m from his glistening c**k.

“More than you know,” he pulls me to my feet slamming his lips to mine, and guides us closer to the bed.

Right when my thighs touch the mattress I spin us around pushing him down on top of it. Isaiah falls back catching himself on his elbows and watching me intently while I make quick work of stripping my jeans off. They readily fall to my feet and I step out of them letting him take in my nakedness with hungry eyes. Slowly, I climb up his body settling above his erect p***s and barely letting it brush over my sensitive bundle of nerves. My own juices flow at the contact and I lean closer to him as he inhales a slow seductive breath making my stomach flutter. Surrounded by his musky manly scent and our arousal I connect my lips to his breathing in his moans and exhaling them as my own. Our tongues parry in their fight for dominance, hot breaths becoming groans of approval. Heady with the kiss has holding myself up becoming excruciating as I brim with hunger and need completely intoxicated with my mate. Leaning away I slip my hand between us wrapping my hand around his c**k and sliding it down my slit to my waiting opening. The second I lower my body the feeling of fullness sets my nerves alight.

“You're a goddess Amelia,” Isaiah growls lifting one hand to twirl my n****e while his mouth closes over the other.

His menstruations add to the burning desire building in my center and I rise up leisurely and then slam myself down onto his huge d**k. I repeat the drawn-out rise again, dropping quickly back down and Isaiah's other hand moves downward gripping my hip hard and aiding in my movements. Soon, I can't keep up the torturously slow rise and he meets me thrust for thrust. My head lolls back with each bounce bringing me closer to my release, my loud moans filling the room along with the sounds of our bodies slapping together.

“I'm going to c*m,” I yell becoming sloppy.

The moment the words leave my mouth so does Isaiah's c**k and the sudden emptiness has me pouting then I'm on my back his length entering me swiftly. He picks up a strong rhythm sending me over the edge my c****x shaking my body with wave after wave of pleasure. Spots dance across my vision as I come down from my high. My legs wrapped around his middle I pull him to me kissing him soundly as he stills and I feel his seed spurring into my womb.

“Oh my God,” I say gasping for breath.

Isaiah rolls to the side gathering me to him and peppering the softest most saccharine of kisses down my neck to my marking spot. A whimper escapes my body begging for more.

“I want to mark you now,” He whispers his lips closing over the marking spot and sucking it gently.

“I want that too,” I pause “but you're an alpha and we should do it the right way.”

“That's why I haven't marked you yet, you deserve the most beautiful of ceremonies for when I claim you in front of everyone.” Ishmael pushes forward again allowing me to see his desire to claim us and I let Acacia come to the surface in response.

“We should start planning then,” I remark settling myself over him.

“You're gonna be the death of me,” he growls plunging into me.