The Alpha prince’s true mate (Complete)

Wedding blis

*Linnie*

We are married in the spring, in the church in the village. All of the villagers and perhaps a dozen from the High packs attended the ceremony. My father had escorted me down the aisle to the altar where my handsome betrothed waited for her. The dowager Luna princess had

sat unsmiling in the first pew. I was determined to win her over, although since Marsden has moved his mother to a dower house in Blackrock city, we wouldn’t be spending that much time together. Already my mother-in-law is on her way there, having left shortly after the breakfast celebration following the exchange of vows.

In all honesty, I'm rather glad. Tonight is my wedding night, and I'm grateful to have the residence to myself and Marsden. We spend the late afternoon and early evening touring the rooms, kissing in every one.

Now wearing a diaphanous white nightdress, I wait for him in my bedchamber. He purchased me a new wardrobe that includes silk undergarments. I can’t quite get used to the fact that I am the lady of this grand residence, now a Luna princess. My father isn’t quite comfortable with my elevated position, but he wants me to be happy. I know that with Marsden I will be.

The door that separates his bedchamber from mine opens. He wears a silk dressing gown, a narrow V revealing a portion of his chest, a chest I will soon be running my fingers over. I shift my stance, suddenly wondering if I should have waited for him in the bed instead of standing beside it.

“You didn’t bother with slippers?” he asks.

“I didn’t want you to have to waste time taking them off.”

“This is a drafty old place, Linnie. You have to keep yourself warm.”

“That’s your job, to keep me warm. Now get to it.”

Laughing, he takes me in his arms and gives me a kiss that heats me to the core. We’ve managed to sneak in a thousand kisses before today. Each one left me anticipating my wedding night. I wouldn’t have objected if it had come early, but he was so blasted worried about my reputation, about not ruining me, about ensuring I am respected as I deserve.

“I have wanted you so badly for so long,” he whispers near my ear.

“You’ve shown remarkable restraint.”

“You’ve no idea.” Leaning back, he holds my gaze. “The first time might be rather quick.”

“It can be clumsy and awkward as well and I won’t care. I just want to be with you. I have for the longest.”

Without taking his gaze from mine, he begins unfastening my buttons. Reaching out, I untie his sash. The material parts, and I am viewing considerably more than his chest. “My word.”

He grins. “Hopefully you’ll be saying that a good deal tonight.” He slides my gown off my shoulders. It slithers along my body, pooling at my feet. “Dear Goddess.”

I smile bashfully. “Hopefully you’ll be saying that quite often tonight.”

“You are so beautiful, Linnie. Not a knobby knee in sight.” He shrugs off his dressing gown, lifts me into his arms, and carries me to the bed. When he tosses me onto the mattress, I laugh, welcoming him with open arms as he follows me down.

He steals my laughter with a thorough kissing that causes every aspect of my body to curl. He is as hungry for me as I am for him. On some level, I think I should be more demure, but this is Marsden. We know everything about each other, everything except for this.

But I am learning so quickly the feel of the hair on his legs as I run the sole of my foot along his calf. The firmness of the muscles along his back as I scrape my fingers up them, the way they quiver when he moves. The eager thrusting of his tongue as he deepens the kiss, as he leaves no part of my mouth untouched. The roundness of his buttocks as I cup my hands over each firm cheek. The way he growls and groans. The enticing manner in which his breathing hitches.

The way he slides his mouth from mine and closes it around one n****e as his hand kneads my breast, sending warm shivers cascading through every inch of my body. He makes me feel delicate yet powerful. My skin tingles with incredible sensations. How is it that even the places he hasn’t yet touched seem more alive, more aware, more sensitive?

He eases down, dotting kisses along each rib as he goes, slowly lowering himself until he reaches my navel, circling his tongue around it, looking at me with a smoldering hunger burning in his eyes.

I plow my fingers through his hair, close my legs around his hips, and squeeze. “You’re making me feel marvelous,” I whisper.

“You’re going to feel even better.”

He pushes himself down farther until he's blowing cool air across my curls. I wonder if I'm a wanton because there is no part of myself that I don’t want him to see, to touch. I wish to share every aspect of my body with him.

“Do you ever touch yourself here?” he asks, his voice throaty.

Biting down on my lower lip, I nod. “Sometimes when I think of you, late at night when I’m abed and all is quiet.”

His grin is one of satisfaction and wickedness. “I stroke my c**k when I think of you.”

“Did you think of me when you were with other she-wolves?”

“There was only that one time I mentioned. To be quite honest, I wasn’t doing a good deal of thinking.”

I grin, “You said it went quickly. More quickly than this?”

“Much more quickly. I didn’t take the time to explore her, to get to know her body, to learn what pleased her. But then I didn’t love her. She wasn’t the sort who required love, only coin. While it felt good, in the end, it left me wanting.”

“I don’t want to leave you wanting.”

“You couldn’t if you tried.” Lowering his head, he strokes his tongue over the silken flesh.

My eyes roll back in my head; I release a languid sigh, which serves to spur him on. He licks and suckles. Nips and caresses. With his mouth, he works wonderful magic, causing pleasure to riot through me. His fingers toy with my n*****s. I wrap my hands around his wrists, because I need something to anchor myself as it all becomes too much. My thighs tremble, my hips strain to be nearer to him. I hover on the edge of ecstasy. So close, so close…

My cry echoes around us as pleasure rips through me, hard, fast, intense. I am gasping for air, my body trembling uncontrollably. Before I’ve fully returned from the summit, he’s slid up to hover over me and thrust his c**k inside me. He stretches me, fills me. I am so enthralled by the feeling of him pounding into me that I barely notice the slight discomfort. It is so brief. Then the marvelous sensations once again ripple through me as he rocks against me.

I skim my hands over his chest, his back, down to his buttocks. Back up and over. I can’t get enough of touching him. I love the way his hair flops against his brow, the way he keeps his gaze on me, the heat burning in his eyes.

“Scream for me again, Linnie,” he rasps.

The pleasure takes hold, undulating through me with each thrust. I am climbing, ascending. “Scream with me.”

He moves faster, harder. I rock my hips, in tandem with his movements. My scream of release is quickly followed by his low growl as he arches back and jerks forcefully before going still, breathing harshly.

He lowers his face to the curve of my neck, placing a gentle kiss against my skin. “I love you.”

“As well you should, My prince.”

Laughing, he rolls off me and brings me up against his side. “I was hoping to make it last all night for you.”

I trail my finger over his chest. “We can do it again, though, can’t we?”

“Hmm, yes, but I need a moment to recover.”

“I’m glad your mother wasn’t here to hear me crying out.”

He smiles softly, “I like that you’re so vocal in your enjoyment.”

“Do you think she-wolves of quality make that much noise?”

“You’re a she-wolf of quality.”

“I never want you to regret marrying me, Marsden.”

With his finger tucked beneath my chin, he tips my face up until I am looking in his marvelous green eyes. “How could I ever regret marrying my dearest friend?”

“I think we’re very fortunate to have each other.”

“And now I’m ready to have you again.”

I laugh as he goes about doing just that.