Split Alphas

Chapter 14

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

Wyatt’s bare form towered over me, thick and aroused. His c**k stood hard and proud, making my throat go dry. My wolf howled inside my head, wild with the urge to take him—claim him—make him ours forever.

I swallowed hard, still wondering how someone like me could be good enough for a mate like him. But there was no turning back. If I wasn’t good enough now, I would become worthy—starting with this moment.

“I love you, Wyatt,” I whispered. “Make me yours forever.”

The instant the words left my lips, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart. His eyes darkened with awe as he took in the sight of me, glistening and ready.

“f**k…” he muttered, like he was looking at a feast.

Then his mouth was on me—his tongue plunging deep into my core. I cried out, my hand flying to the thick waves of his midnight-black hair. Heat coiled deep in my belly, and a strange, powerful pressure started to build. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before—raw, electric, addicting.

Each lick was fire against my skin, making my back arch off the bed. I squirmed beneath him, desperate for more.

“You’re so wet and needy, princess,” he teased, his green eyes locking onto mine as he sucked my c**t with devastating precision.

I was spiraling, my vision blurring, the knot in my belly tightening to the breaking point.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged, a breathless whimper I barely recognized as my own.

“Be patient, princess,” he said with a wicked grin. “We’re going to finish together.”

Wyatt climbed onto the bed and lay back, grabbing me by the waist and guiding me over him until my p***y was hovering above his face—and his c**k was right in front of mine.

“Take my c**k in your mouth, baby,” he coaxed, voice thick with lust. “Don’t rush. Lick the tip, take in what you can. Just enjoy it.”

Even now, with lust clouding his voice, he was still so gentle. So thoughtful. It only made me ache for him more.

I wrapped my hand around the thick base of his shaft, stunned by just how big he was. My lips parted, and I took the tip of his c**k into my mouth, shuddering as the salty taste of his precum coated my tongue.

Wyatt groaned—a deep, primal sound—and returned his mouth to my p***y. His tongue lapped at me with a hunger that made my thighs tremble.

I moaned around his c**k, sucking him slowly, taking more with each pass. I couldn’t fit all of him yet, but I wanted to. I needed to.

I stroked his balls, trying to coax even more pleasure out of him. He groaned again, the sound muffled against my core.

“f**k… Ginger…”

Hearing him say my name while buried in my p***y lit something wild inside me. I pushed myself further, forcing more of his length down my throat until tears streamed from my eyes. He was too big. And I loved it.

Wyatt sucked my c**t harder, sending white-hot sparks through my body.

“Good girl,” he grunted. “Don’t stop. I’m so close…”

His praise pushed me over the edge. My p***y clenched hard around nothing, and I came with a cry, gushing into his mouth as my body trembled.

He groaned again, his c**k pulsing just before ropes of hot c*m shot down my throat. I swallowed it greedily, licking around his shaft and balls to make sure I didn’t miss a single drop.

It was my first blowjob—and I was already addicted.

But I was sore. Aching. Throbbing.

I flopped onto my back, panting, only to find Wyatt already moving between my legs again. His c**k was still hard—maybe even harder—and pressed against my soaked entrance.

He leaned down, nipping at my marking spot.

“Tell me you want my d**k, baby,” he growled into my ear.

I was breathless, overwhelmed, but I craved him. My wolf clawed at the edges of my mind, desperate to be claimed.

“Wyatt… please,” I gasped. “Give me your d**k. Make me yours forever.”

His eyes softened with love, and I saw the man I adored—gentle, steady, mine.

“I’ll go slow, baby,” he murmured. “It might hurt at first.”

I nodded, giving him my full trust.

He positioned himself at my entrance, and with a deep breath, he began to push in.

I cried out, my body stretching around him. It hurt—but it also felt right. Like I was being filled in every way I never knew I needed.

“I’m all the way in,” he whispered. “f**k, baby… you feel like heaven.”

He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size. The pain melted into a thick, deep pleasure with each thrust. It built differently than before—slower, heavier, but no less consuming.

I gripped his shoulders, moaning his name.

Then, in one smooth motion, he rolled onto his back, keeping me impaled on his c**k as I straddled him. The shift made me cry out, the new angle sending him even deeper.

“Ride me, princess,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips.

I moved slowly at first, then faster as the pleasure built. My body was on fire, stars dancing at the edge of my vision. I was so close again, my orgasm building fast.

Wyatt’s hand left my hip and slid up to my collarbone, his thumb curling around my throat. He pulled me down, our faces inches apart.

“I love you,” he whispered, and then—his canines elongated.

He sank them into my neck.

The pain was sharp and sweet. Claiming. Powerful.

I cried out, and my own canines burst forth. I bit down on his neck in return, sealing our bond as I shattered around him, my climax hitting me like a tidal wave.

His hot c*m filled me as he came with a deep, broken moan.

We collapsed together, our foreheads pressed close.

“I love you, mate,” he whispered, voice reverent.

“I love you too.”

⸻

Wyatt carried me to the bathroom, bridal style, his nose nuzzled into my neck.

“Let me pamper you, my Luna.”

I giggled, warmth blooming in my chest. The way he said it—my Luna—made me feel cherished in a way I never had before.

He set me down in the shower, warm water cascading over us. As it washed away the aches and tension of the last few weeks, he gently scrubbed my back with a loofah and lathered soap that smelled like him—woodsy, clean, comforting.

He massaged my scalp, washed my hair, and touched me like I was something sacred. A shrine. A treasure.

The Moon Goddess had truly outdone herself.

Even though I’d never been in love before, this felt like the kind of love stories were written about. The kind that lived in fairy tales.

And yet…

Even as I stood in Wyatt’s arms—clean, loved, safe—a part of me still felt incomplete.

A thread remained, thin but unbroken: my bond with Everett.

For a moment, as steam curled around us in the shower, the scent of citrus brushed against my nose.

“Don’t let him take you from me.”

The low growl echoed in my head, possessive - Ford.

His voice comforted me in a way that made my stomach twist with confusion.

I turned to Wyatt, reaching up to touch the stubble along his jaw. The warmth of his skin grounded me as the scent of citrus faded.

Wyatt looked content, unbothered. He hadn’t smelled anything.

My thoughts spun.

How had sealing my bond with Wyatt affected Everett?

Could Everett still reach me through Ford?

And what would this change—if anything—about how he felt about me?

Wyatt hummed softly and leaned down, kissing me with a tenderness that pushed all my questions deeper into the back of my mind. He stepped out of the shower, guiding my hand behind his.

After drying off, I slipped into one of Wyatt’s shirts and a pair of panties he handed me. My body was sore—but in the best way.

Back in the bedroom, a tray waited on the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Wyatt said with a sheepish grin. “I had someone bring up some snacks. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I went with a charcuterie board… a little bit of everything.”

I smiled wide and plucked a handful of grapes from the tray, pushing away the lingering thoughts still whispering at the edges of my mind.

Right now, I was with Wyatt.

Right now, I needed to focus on becoming a Luna worthy of his pack.

“Everything is perfect.”