Fated to the Wrong Alpha

Fated Mate Pt. 2

ROWAN POV

Our lips met in a fevered rush, as if we'd been starved for each other's touch. A low, possessive growl from Ripley rumbled in my chest, vibrating through our joined bodies, and I felt her respond in kind, a soft sigh escaping her as she opened to me. Ivy’s fingers dug into my shoulders, hesitantly pulling me closer, urging me on, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I trailed kisses down the column of her throat, tasting the sweet salt of her skin, feeling the pounding of her pulse beneath my lips. My hands roamed lower, mapping the curves and hollows of her body, committing them to memory. I’d seen Ivy naked only once before, but she felt so much softer to the touch than visual memory could recall.

The bond between us hummed with energy, a living thing that pulsed and throbbed in time with our hearts. I could sense Ivy’s pleasure, her need, mirrored in my own body, and it was dizzying, exhilarating, overwhelming. I wanted more, needed more, and I knew she did too. More than anything, Ripley was demanding for the completion of this bond, of his own fated mate, Ivy’s wolf counterpart.

We had waited years for this moment – saved ourselves for each other. My future Luna. My Ivy. My Mate.

After breaking the kiss, I lifted her off the ground, cradling her against me as I carried her to a soft patch of moss. I laid her down gently, never taking my eyes from hers, and she stared back at me, her eyes wide and fogged over with desire.

I then found my hands drawn to the swell of her breasts. They were soft beneath my touch, yielding under the pressure of my fingers as I traced their curves with a reverence I had never thought myself capable of. A shiver ran through her at my contact, her breath hitching in her throat, and I was struck by the power of it all; how such a simple act could elicit such a reaction.

Easing down, I replaced my hands with my mouth. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, sweet and warm against my tongue. My lips closed around one n****e, teasing it into hardness as she gasped above me. Her fingers tangled in my hair then, pulling me closer as if she couldn't bear for there to be any distance between us. The sensation was overwhelming; the feel of her body arching into mine, the taste of her on my tongue. In that moment, all that existed was her and the profound effect she had on me.

As I feasted on her breasts, my hand drifted lower, sliding down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver and clench beneath my touch. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her desire as I slid my fingers down to her womanhood, and I ached to bury myself inside her.

But not yet.

I wanted to savor this moment, to draw it out as long as possible. I wanted to worship her, to show her with my body what I couldn't yet say with words. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me, how much I needed her, even if I didn't fully understand it myself.

So I took my time, exploring her body, learning every inch of her. I teased her with my fingers, sliding them along her folds, feeling her shiver and gasp beneath me. And all the while, the bond between us grew stronger with a need to be sated.

Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I slid my fingers inside her. Ivy was tight, so tight, and I groaned at the feel of her, hot and slick around me. I began to move my fingers inside her, slowly at first, then faster, harder, feeling her body respond to my touch.

She cried out, her back arching off the ground, her fingernails digging marks into my shoulders. I could feel her climax building, feel the tension in her body, the way she tightened around me.

“c*m for me, baby girl.” I whispered into her ear, eager to feel her satisfaction.

And then she was there on command, shuddering and gasping, her body clenching around my fingers. I watched her face, watched the way her eyes squeezed shut, the way her lips parted in a silent scream. She was beautiful, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them to my mouth, tasting her, savoring her. My wolf howled inside me, pleased and proud and eager.

I couldn't wait any longer. I needed her, needed to be inside her, to seal our bond, to make her mine. To fulfill the promise she and I had made not so long ago. So I positioned myself between her legs, my c**k hard and aching. I looked down at her, at my sweet Ivy, at her flushed cheeks and her heavy-lidded eyes, and I knew she wanted me too.

I pushed into her, slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tightness, her heat. She gasped as I filled her, her body stretching to accommodate me.

“Oh fuck.” I groaned at the feel of her, the way she wrapped around me, the way she fit me like a glove. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. She truly was perfect.

Our bodies moved together, primal, instinctual. It was pure, raw, unadulterated pleasure, and I never wanted it to end. Her moans echoed around us, filling the air with a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down my spine.

The heat between us built, growing hotter and hotter, until we were both panting and gasping for breath. I felt her climax again, felt her body tighten around mine, her walls clenching so much tighter around my c**k, egging me on.

I drove into her, again and again, each thrust harder, faster, than the last, not even giving my mate the time to ride out her second orgasm. She met me stroke for stroke, our bodies slapping together in a symphony of passion. Her eyes never left mine, and I saw the same raw hunger reflected back at me. It was intoxicating, addictive. I couldn't get enough.

Her body seemed made for mine, every curve and hollow a perfect match. As I thrust into her, the sensation was indescribable – tight, hot, slick – yet somehow familiar, as if we'd done this a thousand times before. I angled myself to reach even deeper, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me on.

I slid a hand between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. As I stroked in slow circles, her back arched and she cried out. The sounds she made inflamed me further. I kept up the steady rhythm of my hips while my fingers worked, bringing her higher and higher.

Time seemed to stretch and blur. There was only this – our joined bodies, our shared pleasure, the sacred bond forming between us. With each thrust I felt myself getting closer to the edge. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around me, spurring me on.

My movements grew more frantic as the pressure built. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

Waves of sensation crashed over me as I drove deeper, harder. Every nerve ending sparked with electricity. My muscles tensed, coiling tighter with each thrust. I could feel my release building, a white-hot pressure at the base of my spine.

"Mine," I growled, nipping at her throat.

“Yours!” She cried out, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around me. The pulsing of her third climax pushed me over the edge. With a final powerful thrust, I exploded inside her.

Pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known coursed through me. My seed pumped into her in hot spurts as my hips jerked uncontrollably. The bond between us blazed to life, searing through my very soul.

Ivy and Rowan. Rowan and Ivy. Two hearts, two souls, bound together beneath the White Moon. Forever.

As wave after wave of release washed over me, only one thought consumed my mind - breeding her, filling her womb with my pups. My wolf howled in triumph, knowing we'd claimed our mate.

In the throes of ecstasy, I felt an overwhelming urge to mark her as mine. My teeth grazed her neck, seeking that perfect spot where her pulse throbbed beneath delicate skin. I know the spot like the back of my hand. I’ve kissed this spot on Ivy’s neck a thousand times before, right above a cute little lone freckle. With a low growl, I sank my fangs in, tasting the metallic tang of blood. She cried out, her body arching against me as I sealed our bond.

To my surprise, she also twisted her head and bit down on my shoulder in return. The sharp sting of pain mingled with pleasure, cementing our connection. The bond snapped into place where it belonged. We were one now, in body and spirit.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, the air heavy with the musky scent of our lovemaking. As we lay there, drifting off to sleep, tangled together under the White Moon, I had never felt more complete. This was everything I had ever wanted, everything I needed. Ivy was mine, and I was hers, now and forever.

As the first rays of dawn crept through the forest canopy, I stirred, my body aching in the most delicious way. Memories of the night before flooded back, and a smile tugged at my lips. I tightened my arms around the warm body nestled against me, inhaling deeply. The scent of moonflowers and spice filled my senses, and I felt a deep contentment settle in my bones. It was so different to Ivy’s usual lavender and honey, but it was so much more amazing, so much more intoxicating.

But something nagged at the edges of my mind, a creeping sense that something wasn't quite right. Was it just the scent? I tried to push it aside, not wanting to break the spell of contentment that enveloped us. My fingers traced lazy patterns on silken skin, reveling in the intimacy of the moment.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking away the haze of sleep. Golden hair spilled across my chest, shimmering in the early morning light. My heart swelled with love and pride. This was my mate, my Ivy, my future Luna.

But as my gaze traveled lower, that nagging sense of wrongness intensified. The curve of her shoulder seemed different somehow, the slope of her back fit my hand better than I remembered. My brow furrowed in confusion as I gently shifted to get a better look at her face.

The woman in my arms stirred, mumbling softly in her sleep. As she turned her head, my breath caught in my throat. The features were achingly similar to Ivy's – the same delicate nose, the same full lips – but there were subtle differences that sent a chill down my spine. The arch of her eyebrows was slightly different, her cheekbones a touch higher, face a little bit rounder, figure a little more plump.

No. It couldn't be. Panic clawed at my chest as I frantically searched for the mark I'd left on her neck the night before. There, just below her ear, was the fresh mating mark – but the freckle that had always adorned Ivy's neck was nowhere to be seen.

My heart pounded wildly as the full weight of realization crashed over me. This wasn't Ivy. This wasn’t my intended Luna. This was someone else entirely. Someone who looked so much like her that I'd mistaken her in the dark of night, clouded by the haze of lust and the pull of the mate bond.

Oh Goddess. What had I done?