Claimed by the Alpha

The Assurance

I recall agreeing with the mating but I never thought that it would be luscious, addicting even, to a point that I couldn't blame it on the full moon when we went further because it was me who never opposed to that matter since I liked it, that I wanted to know how it feels like when one's body was connected to the other.

Taking my purity wasn't obviously part of the agreement, yet I can't bring myself stopping Lincoln. He was inside me and allowing me to adjust.

Tears slip from my eyes and I heard Lincoln's heavy breathing and constant grunting as he support his weight using his hand, making sure that I will not be crushed under him once we start.

I heard him hushing me gently when I started to moan in pain, and I finally found myself meeting his gaze without being intimidated. I didn't know if it was because of the full moon that made us closer together or if I was starting to feel comfortable with Lincoln as my mate when he finally marked me.

I blinked to halt my tears and Lincoln smiled at me in return before drying my wet cheeks using the back of his hand. He was looking at me like he was also in pain. I couldn't help but notice how affectionate he really is towards me even if we just met.

He sighed and gently tucked my hair behind my ears. “If you don't want to do this, I can pull out, Anya. Just say stop and I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

I shook my head. “No, please, don't. Just go on.”

Lincoln froze and he examined my face with a soft expression. “Are you only saying this because you don't want to discourage me? You don't have to do this, Anya, knowing it’s only your first, I will understand if you will decline.”

“No, Lincoln,” I said that probably shocked Lincoln since I felt him throbbing rapidly inside me, which made me even damper and sensitive. “It's my first time, yes. But I do want it. I want to experience it. I want to experience it... with you.”

“Oh, you only uttered my name but you excite me so much, Anya. What more can I react if ever I hear you moan?” Lincoln seductively whispered in my ear and placed his hand on my hip.

When he shifted a little to adjust our position, my mouth parted with surprise. I almost let out a moan by Lincoln's little movement and thinking about what he can do more makes me tremble with anticipation.

“Can I move now?”

I let out a nervous breath and finally looked up at Lincoln. “Yes...”

“Don't worry, I’ll be gentle,” he whispered and kissed my forehead.

Lincoln gripped my hip as his sign of initiation and then he started to move above me, gently just as he said but enough to put me in bliss.

It seems like the pain subsided and was supplanted by sultry pleasure, which I can't explain because it was more luscious than Lincoln's marking a while ago by the use of his tongue.

Something inside me has finally torn but then it completes me somehow, filling the hollow I felt inside for a very long time.

Lincoln started to pick up his pace and my hands flew towards his shoulder as I moan, never minding the callouses on my hands that might irritate Lincoln's perfect skin. I couldn't care less if it would appear to him as unpleasant because all I had in mind was the pleasure he was giving me, and I am embracing it, loving the feeling of it more than I intended to.

I moaned and splayed my legs even wider, giving him his access. I wrapped my arm around Lincoln's neck and started to take his fleetness.

The sensation was too good that I find myself chanting his name, getting louder and louder as I meet Lincoln's thrust. My body seems to learn what to do when I started to return him the sensation by moving my hips, meeting his trust that made Lincoln growled.

“Oh, fuck...” His eyes are now glowing bright yellow, indicating that he was filled with s****l desire.

Our body seems to have the same mind when we moved in sync and take each other thrust as our harmonious moans filled up the spacious room. It became the only audible sound echoing in every corner together with the meeting of our bodies.

“Lincoln...” I screamed his name when his movements started to become intense. My nails dug in his back yet he seems to care less when he even thrust deeper.

It was supposed to be a warning yet it came out as a moan, an urging dulcet moan that made Lincoln growl and went even deeper. More ardent... more addictive.

I couldn't even know what to think or feel at the hot summit. It was new and it was building up inside me, taking my sanity away, electrocuting every bit of my nerve endings as I squirm underneath him. I wanted him to stop and keep going at the same time, it was insane.

“Oh, Lincoln...” I choked on my words when I realized that I'm almost on my edge, the second wave of pleasure that was coming but this time more intense. Vigorous but exquisite.

I tilted my head from side to side before I let out a prolonged and satisfied moan when Lincoln grunted, making his way deeper inside me until my mouth fell open when his grip on my waist tightened, which only piqued my body's capability and endurance.

Lincoln moved swiftly above me and all I did was whimper from the sensual sensation.

“Anya... look at me. I want you to look at me,” Lincoln murmured in between his low moans, placing his forehead on mine while looking at me in the eye as he move above me.

I never thought that hearing his moan is such enticing music that caressed my ears. I found myself enjoying my situation even if Lincoln wasn't that gentle anymore. I found myself enfolding as I looked at him deeply while I moaned in satisfaction.

Lincoln must have felt the same since he smiled back at me.

“Oh, Lincoln...”

A curt moan escaped from my mouth when his hand located my taut breast until he played with one of my hardened peaks in haste switches from the other.

Oh, the wave of pleasure is making my head spin in ecstasy, my eyes rolling as I clung my legs to Lincoln's back as I took him all in, getting harder... deeper until me and my wolf were squealing in pleasure, almost away to our anticipated zenith.

Until Lincoln captured my lips using his and kissed me deeply.

It was luscious indeed, very.

And like a blink of an eye, there was something inside me ready to explode.

I can feel that Lincoln has arrived at his edge when he suddenly pulled out, shooting his juices on my navel that streamed down to my c******s and dripped on my wet slit, never breaking our deep kiss.

I moaned against his lips when I follow and when Lincoln finally pulled from the kiss, that's when I realized that I feel like I'd become a new person, Lincoln’s person to be exact.

Now, I am fully his.

Marked and taken.

Bound to him inviolably.

And I didn't know what happened next when I surrendered to my slumber out of exhaustion.

The next day, I woke up with my body sore, muscles aching whenever I move, especially my thing down there. I enjoyed the experience last night but I never knew that this is the kind of pain that would wait for me subsequent to enjoying the pleasure of it. I think the thing between my legs will crack any minute if I make a mistake or just to even move.

I groaned in pain when the pain becomes intolerable.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and I heard the rushing footsteps coming behind the door. The door flung open and Lincoln strode towards me for my aid.

“I’m so sorry,” Lincoln said and then held my hand when he sat beside me. “I promised that I’ll be gentle but taking purity last night drove me crazy, Anya. I lost control and so as my wolf.”

I shifted carefully to face him, couldn't help but wince from the pain, but I managed to pull a smile.

“You don't need to worry, Mr. Walker. I am fine, Me and my wolf, thankfully.”

“I prefer to be called Lincoln and not Mr. Walker,” Lincoln couldn't help but voice out. “Just like last night.”

Looking away, I nodded timidly at his request. “L-Lincoln.”

“Oh, God. Your innocence would kill me and my wolf, Anya,” he muttered and wet his lower lip, piercing his eyes on me like he couldn't get enough after what happened last night. “You always put me in heat... after the mating last night, I still keep wanting you.”

My cheeks heated, lips quivering as I tried so hard not to smile. I will be a hypocrite if I will deny my desire on doing it again with Lincoln. If I didn't pass out and my stamina is rather moderate, we already have been.

Oh, I want you too, I answered Lincoln using my mind but only to hear a soft chuckle out of nowhere, making me frantically look around since it jabbed in my ears of a sudden. Then, my eyes widened when I realized where it came from.

It was Lincoln's.

I'm glad that you feel the same.

Oh, God. I have never been embarrassed in my whole life. This time, in a good way of course, and not like I harbored from the streets. I forgot that once I am marked by my mate, my mind would be linked to him completely.

“You can tell me that, you know,” he said with a smile. “No need to hide it from me.”

Still embarrassed, I buried my face in the soft mattress when I heard Lincoln chuckle. I heard him crouching down so I looked at him using the corner of my eyes. He was sitting on the floor to level his face with my blushing one.

“But I'm serious, Anya. I really feel bad,” Lincoln said, leaning his arms on the mattress as he looked at me earnestly. “I never knew it would pain you this much.”

“As a wolf, we heal faster. But in my case, I heal slower than everyone because I am weak,” I explained and I didn't take my eyes off of him. “But I will be fine after a few hours.”

“Okay, I’ll wait until you feel better then. I will never leave your side until you do,” he assured with a smile.

“You don't have to do that. I’ve been living in the streets my whole life, Lincoln. I can handle myself.”

Lincoln heaved a brief sigh before he kissed the back of my hand. “Well, you are not in the streets anymore. You are my fated mate that I had marked. And as your mate, I am yours as you are to me.”