Claimed by the Alpha

“Are you ready?” Lincoln asked, making my cheeks florid. My answer was caught in my throat, suddenly got conscious of his piercing eyes looking straight into me like I am the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He was standing in front of me looking so handsome and perfect yet I am the abandoned wolf in the street, malnourished, and pale. I had a long bath but I am basically the stray who smell the first time we met. Even though the idea of being her mate is such a bargain, I can't seem to lay my hands on him. He was too expensive. Like a diamond while I am the imitation first-class pearl. “I guess you are not,” Lincoln said when I didn't respond. He smiled and walk toward me. “We don't have to do it now if you are ready, we have all the time to—” “No...” I cut him as I shake my head. “We can do it. We have to do it.” Lincoln looked at me and examine my expression. I couldn't look him in the eye without looking away. Yes, it was true that I am not ready yet. But I must do it. As his fated mate, we must do it because tonight was a full moon. And if there's a right time to do the mating, it's now. Meeting him this afternoon wasn't a coincidence. Saving me with those mean girls and bringing me home is part of our destiny as fated mates. We were bound to mark each other tonight. And I can't risk failing the goddess. Not now when she has given me a kind and capable man to end my suffering. This is her blessing. This is the one I have been asking for a decade. I traced my tongue on my lips out of discomfit and I cling my trembling hands to Lincoln's neck. Our faces were an inch away but I couldn't dart him a look until he raise my chin and drown me with desire. All my life I used to avoid eye contact in the street because when I did all I would receive was scrutiny. Ever since that day, I couldn't bring myself to look in someone's eyes, not until Lincoln made me. For a moment, I felt warm hands caress my heart. I didn't know that doing eye contact is this gratifying. And it was the first time I met the gaze of someone without looking away. Lincoln was looking at me so ardently that my heart suddenly beats so fast. When his eyes landed on my lips, it was as if mine has a mind on its own when it parted in front of Lincoln making him gulp, his adam's apple rise and fall as he stared into my lips like it was his favorite dessert. And I am not that innocent to know what he wants. He wanted me for an unknown reason. He wanted to kiss me, to mark me right now on this full moon because that's how it is supposed to be. That's what mates do. I let out a sharp breath and muster up my courage. I placed my hands on his cheek and latched my lips on his with my eyes closed. For a moment, Lincoln didn't move, but he seems to be getting the idea to go on so he brushed his lips on mine. It's gentle but it's urging me. I don't know how to kiss. I didn't know what to do. Lincoln however moves his lips so tenderly, leading me, until I get the pace eventually and I'm kissing him back. When his hands landed on my waist and pulled me closer for even a deeper kiss, a moan escaped my mouth which I didn't know I am capable of doing. Until I am whimpering at the back of my throat, begging for more, when Lincoln's tongue slid inside my mouth, teasing mine. I shut my eyes when an addicting flavor burst into my mouth and I found myself getting addicted to it. His tongue was lusciously swirling to mine which made me somehow elated. I breathe using my nose, still whimpering, enjoying the kiss Lincoln was giving me until a hard thing poked my stomach when he pinned me against the wall. I couldn't react because it was novel to me. However, it doesn't feel bad having a hot body and feeling good at the moment. What I have in my mind right now is Lincoln's kisses were so good and it's making me surrender to the pleasure. He was in control. From his hands that were wandering on my neck down to my back, and the way his palm finally landed on my sensitive breast. I withdraw from the kiss to moan when his hands started kneading one of my bosoms. “Lincoln...” I whispered, my throat was dry yet I am starting to get wet down there. Lincoln's hard rock shaft was in need of attention and I couldn't seem to disregard it. It was teasing me, urging me to be touched. My hands flinched, tempted to feel him. But I couldn't bring myself to do it because I am embarrassed by what Lincoln would think once I did. Lincoln suddenly growls as he kisses my neck and carries me towards the bed. He lay me down gently and kneel in front of me. He took off his shirt and just as I thought, he has a good body with the right muscles making him look dependable. I couldn't help but express my admiration as I stare at him. His body was obviously taken care of in contrast to mine because I was thin and weak. Lincoln's hands slips on the hem of my lingerie and he raised it to take it off which I never protest. Somehow, I understand that in order to mark someone, we have to be naked. Skin to skin. I purposely didn't wear a bra because I know it will be taken off anyway. When I am half naked in front of him, peaks are hardened and my skin was sensitive from just being stared at, I saw how Lincoln's eyes traced every feature I have including the scar near my navel which he touched gently. Embarrassed, my cheeks flushed crimson and I plan on covering myself when Lincoln stopped me. Instead, he stared at me. The way Lincoln stared at my almost bare body was flattering me. “It's beautiful...” he whispered and looked at me so daringly. “You're beautiful, Anya.” Oh, I never heard a man utter my name with such affection and appreciation. Lincoln was making me feel like a queen, deserving and powerful. Being in front of him right now is the thing I didn't expect to be exhilarated about. Lincoln move his hands up to the garter of my underwear and he slowly pulled it down without taking his eyes on me. He slid it off my feet and raised my feet to kiss it. I can feel his tongue tracing on my leg up to my inner thigh and I shudder in ecstasy. I swallowed the lump in my throat and breathe deeply when his face was an inch away from mine. “I will mark you now, Anya. But I want your consent...” Lincoln said as he talked in front of my navel which made me abashed. “I am letting you mark me,” I answered and prepare myself as I clutched the mattress using my hands. My breathing was heavy when Lincoln spread my legs. I couldn't look at him with me offering my body like this. But I know for sure that it was for the better, mainly for my welfare. “Look at me, Anya. I want you to look at me as I do it,” Lincoln demanded and I slowly craned my neck towards him. I meet his gaze using my timid eye and I gulped when his eyes turned yellow, indicating that he was aroused and ready to mark me. He brought his face even closer to my wet entrance and I saw how he uses his tongue on my wet slit. For a moment, my mind spun. Not because it doesn't feel bad but because it was too good than I imagined. Lincoln keep using my tongue as he breathed into his nose until he located my c******s and give me an eight pattern swiftly. “L-Lincoln...” I said in between my moans. I was having the pleasure I never intended to enjoy and was pushing his head towards me, wanting more. Anticipation skittered to me and I found myself squirming, tilting my head side to side as he pleased me down there using his hot and wet tongue. Oh, no. It was too good, I can get used to it. I keep moaning and moaning as I chant his name until Lincoln slid his tongue inside making me scream. My embarrassment seems to have subsided and I found myself screaming even louder, begging for more as my toes curled in sheer pleasure. Lincoln started to thrust using his tongue and I become even damper minute by minute. My eyes flutter and I was smiling as I moan, fancying our hot moment. The wave of pleasure is too much, but I am loving every second of it. Something is building inside me that I know nothing of nor experienced. It's like a volcano ready to explode. My head is so light from feeling marvelous. The butterflies in my stomach do more than just tickle me. And I think I might lose my mind if I don't let it out. Lincoln spread my legs even wider and in a flick of his mischievous tongue on my c******s, juices burst out from me. I spasmed uncontrollably while shuddering. When Lincoln clicked me clean, I writhed in satisfaction but at the same time embarrassment. “Oh, you taste divine, Anya... and now you're mine,” Lincoln declare and then pulled down his pants which sprung his hard length before my eyes. “But I want more than just marking, Anya. I want to take you. I want to be deep inside you.” Lincoln guided his prominence into my wet entrance and he teases me for a bit by grinding his prominence in my wetness. He growled and I can see his veins popping out from his forehead and neck as he restrain himself from putting it in. “Give me your consent, Anya, if you wanted more. Please, let me take you tonight this instant and I will never disappoint you.” I can hear the determination and necessity in Lincoln's voice. He was begging which I never expected to jab in my ears. I looked into his eyes with florid cheeks and I nodded, giving him my permission. Lincoln's eyes darkened and he thrust inside. And I squealed in pain as my tears fall from my eyes when he finally filled me.