The Unexpected Alpha (and Her Wife)

Chapter 9- Ceremony Prep and The Marking*

Hazel:

After brunch, everyone began preparations for the ceremony. I found Hux to see if he needed anything from me. He practiced his speech a few times. Public speaking has never been his thing, but I know that he will nail it tonight, and since the ceremony takes place in wolf form, he luckily gets to give the speech via Mind Link, which will hopefully make it easier for him. Once you become Alpha, you gain the ability to Mind Link the entire pack simultaneously, which is pretty cool. You know, people always say that with twins there is an A twin and a B twin, with the A twin being the more dominant one, having more leadership qualities, etc. I don't think we fit that mold at all. We have really grown into two strong wolves: matched in most categories, balancing each other out in all of the others. We are best friends, secret keepers, and professional level Hype men for each other. "Dude, not to get all sentimental on you, but I love you and I'm so proud of you." I say to Hux, trying to sound nonchalant. "Dude, I'm proud of both of us. And I love you back" he says to me, handing me a whiskey. "Let's have a drink before everything changes."

"To everything changing, but the best things staying the same regardless." I say as we tap the rims of our glasses together and empty them. "Okay, dude. I better go get ready."

"I think you mean you'd better go find that mate of yours. Don't worry, I'm sure she's waiting in your room." Hux winks, mischievously.

"Just wait until you're the big bad alpha, and your mate is old enough to huff and puff and blow your house in, then we'll see who's teasing who."

"Why you gotta be gross about it. We're weres, we have needs. I feel you. Go get yours, sis." Hux says with his belly laugh that I love so much. I tip my invisible hat to him and leave his office, floating on air all the way upstairs.

Sammy:

Brunch was exhausting in all of the best ways. This pack is amazing and I cannot wait to become an official part of it. I am laying on Hazel's bed, our bed, with my face buried in the pillows, surrounded by our scents, reflecting on the day so far. Hazel has gone to check on Hux. When we came upstairs after brunch, I asked her what Agatha needed. I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong. She says we are special and that some things may not make sense, but to trust Hazel. I can't imagine not trusting Hazel, honestly. I take a deep inhale and savor the scent of her on the sheets. After she left, I undressed and laid down to take a nap, but so far my brain has not stopped its chatter. The cool sheets feel so good on my bare skin.

My eyes are hazy as I feel a tongue at the small of my back, I know I must have nodded off. "mmm, Hi, Baby" I whisper. Goosebumps prickle at my skin as I feel her tongue slowly slide up my spine. "goddess, your sleepy voice undoes me" Hazel whispers into my ear before rimming it's opening with the tip of her tongue. I feel her weight press on to me and know that she is also naked. Her heat washes over me as she slides her knee between my thighs. "Lift up just a little" she says, so I do and I feel her strong fingers fall in on all sides of my erect n****e, her other hand grabbing onto my hip bone, pulling me into her tightly. She massages my breast and moves her tongue in and out of my ear until my hips start to buck, begging for her touch. As if psychic, her long, strong fingers slide under my mound, at first letting me grind into them, then taking charge. They go to work on either side of my swollen pearl, with her pinched in between, massaging in smooth circles. "f-f-faster" I stammer, biting my lip to maintain composure. At that she presses into me harder and slides her fingers straight up and down. My hips are shaking and jerking. "Tuck your knees, put that delicious booty in the air" she gently commands, and my body listens. Before I'm even fully in place, she is thrusting one, then two, then three fingers in me. "Oh, goddess" I hear her moan. She squeezes on my bud a little harder and my orgasm comes like flashes of white lightening. Hazel catches me and rolls me over in one swift motions.

Hazel:

When I entered the room and saw Sammy sleeping naked and face down on our bed, I wanted her and had to know if she wanted me. One flick of my tongue confirmed that she did. Now she is almost spent, but not quite. Laying on her back now, I spread her legs gently and lay between them, kissing her lips deeply. "Baby, we made a mess here.." I say as I trail my lips down her chest and then stomach, "Let me help you clean up." I insert my tongue in her juicy slot and lap all the way up to the tip of her still swollen bud. I know that she is very sensitive right now and won't last long. I very tenderly draw circles around her pink pearl, careful not to touch it, feeling her shiver with each one. I flatten my tongue and use it to swipe, 1-2-3 slow, deep, times across her. "Samantha- I love you. And I'm not just saying that because you are naked and dripping down my chin. I love you and our pairing is a special one. I think it's time to follow my first big instinct. Do you trust me?" "Goddess, yes. And I'm not just saying that because you have the best tongue I've ever encountered. I am all yours. In every way possible." "Okay, Sammy. I'm going to try something. It doesn't always work for everyone. If you don't like it, just tell me it isn't doing anything for you and we'll try something different." Sammy looked me in the eye and nodded.

My c**t has always been a little larger than most, nothing major, but enough to poke out a little, even when she's bored. More a whole ass petal than a bud. It's just the way it is, but because of that, some women get pleasure from it. I gently spread Sammy's lips and place my throbbing petal on her engorged bud. As soon as contact is made, the heat is incredible. Sammy's head drops back and her breath catches. I begin to thrust and grind in to her. I feel her clamp down onto my hips, "Hazel, this is sooo good" she whimpers, barely able to speak. "Do you still trust me? I want to mark you now." I pant as our rhythm gets faster and faster. She responds with confidence, "Only if I get to mark you back right after." With that, I sink my teeth into the left side of her neck, right below her ear, puncturing the skin as we shake in violent orgasm together. A mated pair's mark is unique to them and serves a symbol to other wolves of partnership. When I pulled away I expect to see a small mark, my mark, on her neck where a bite wound should be, but instead there is a delicate and elaborate lace like pattern that starts at the base of her ear and flows down the side of her neck. I trace it with my finger tips, down her neck, across her shoulder and onto her arm. It flows all the way to the top of her ring finger. I kiss her finger where I hope to one day put a ring and lift her arm to get a better look. The lace pattern is exquisite. It is made of thin navy blue curls, lines, and the Moon Goddess's symbol, a crescent moon with the female sign at each tip. It leaves me breathless. I hold up Sammy's hand for her to see, "Babe, look at your-Ah!" Sammy has sank her teeth into my marking spot before I can finish my sentence. My body feels with shock, and I totally understand why they low key recommend being marked in the throes, then my skin starts to tingle and Sammy's eyes go wide. I see her look at my mark, then at hers. They look exactly the same, just as they should. And are definitely all ours.

Woah.