The Alpha's Unrecognised Mate

The Dark of Night

Eventually I got used to eating dinner with a shirtless Clint. Not ‘used to’ in the sense that it didn’t phase me- I still caught myself staring at his abs while I chewed- but in the sense it didn’t rattle me into a blubbering mess. He was a sculpted piece of art, and I felt special that I was permitted access to the gallery.

“Let me take that,” he said eventually, taking the empty bowl from in front of me. We’d been talking for so long I’d forgotten it was there. I felt comfortable with Clint, willing to share anything. As his fated mate, that made complete sense. What wasn’t so guaranteed is that he seemed to feel the same way with me. He didn’t have any supernatural instinct pulling him to me, but he was captivated anyway. In a way, it made me feel even more special than if he felt the same pull I did. I was realising more and more that being Clint’s partner wouldn’t be such a one-sided thing after all.

“So,” he started, standing beside my stool, resting casually on the bar, “I want to suggest something, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“And what’s that?” I asked, gulping down a lump in my throat. I didn’t think I could take anything Clint said on a level that didn’t delve into something s****l anymore, especially with his jumper still off.

“I want to show you my bedroom,” he answered carefully, monitoring my expression. He was lucky he’d warned me, or I might have burst out of my skin- or Lyra would have.

“How on Earth could I misconstrue that?” I asked innocently, taking his outstretched hand as his warm chuckle filled the air. I loved it when he laughed, when he held my hand, when he guided me where he wanted. I loved having his attention, his focus. Especially as the alpha, I understood that he didn’t have a lot of attention to share around, and I was being showered in it.

I tried to stop the nerves from creeping in as he guided me to through the door past the kitchen and into his bedroom.

“Woah,” I gasped instinctively. His room was large, nearly the same as his living room. Against the wall that backed against the kitchen stood a huge king bed, neatly made. Two doors stood to the left led to rooms which I presumed to be his bathroom and closet. What took my breath away, though, was how the darkness of the room and the floor-to-ceiling windows the bed was facing let in the beautiful array of stars scattered across the night sky. The moonlight left the shadows of the trees surrounding his home dancing along his room. I noticed a marking on one of the windows and it took me a moment to realise it was a handle- a door handle. He was able to leave his room and run straight out into the forest in an instant. The practicality dawned on me. The many windows facing all directions, the powerful lighting at the entrance, and now this. He wanted to ensure he could never be caught unaware in his own home. That he had led me here suggested he was also aware that this happened to create a beautiful spectacle.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” he agreed, pulling gently on my hand until I was close enough for him to wrap his arm around my shoulders. We stood together, staring out at the stars, for a few moments. The view was stunning, but his arm was lighting a fire around me that kept me distracted. I looked towards him to notice he was already staring intently at me. I couldn’t see much in the dark, but I could tell the fire within me wasn’t mine alone. I watched as he fought internally with himself, before eventually removing his arm from my shoulder. Part of me wanted to challenge his decision- and Lyra was certainly supporting this part- but I chose to let him move away. I didn’t know if I was ready to take this any further, and how that would impact my decision. I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to become luna, and if Saturday’s training had shown me anything it was that I certainly wasn’t ready to take up the role. I needed more time.

Without words, we’d both realised the date was over. We were spinning around a funnel, getting closer and closer to falling in the hole in the middle we wouldn’t be able to climb out from. Every time we jumped from flirty to casual, it got a little bit harder to stop us from sliding down that slope again.

“Thank you for dinner,” I said quietly, not trusting my voice to remain steady, “and for showing me this,” I gestured around his room.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, his voice no longer light and cheery but filled with a deep desire. I could feel his restraint as if it was a physical thing I could touch. His eyes were locked on mine, asking a question I wasn’t sure I could answer. I thought I had decided to leave, but staring into his eyes I couldn’t move.

“Clint-”

As if the chains holding him back had snapped, Clint was upon me, hand on the back of my head pressing my mouth to his while his other wrapped around my back and pulled me towards him. His kiss was hot and desperate, as if it was him dreaming of this scenario every night and not me. I moaned deeply at his kiss and he growled, low and dark, in response. He lowered the hand on my back to grip my ass and I sucked in a sharp breath in surprise. He used his brutal strength to pick me up with one arm alone, his other still pulling my head to his lips. The next thing I knew, my back was slammed up against a solid wall and I moaned again as I felt him press his whole body into mine, particularly the bulge just below his belt. Without fully understanding what I was doing I began grinding myself against him.

“Tori,” he moaned low, sending another jolt to my core. I could feel it getting steadily wetter, but this sent a thunderstorm. His lips were on mine again, his tongue demanding entrance to dominate the kiss. I’d lost all semblance of control, fully willing to let him do whatever he wished. I couldn’t deny myself something that felt this good.

“f***k, I want you,” he muttered angrily into my neck.

“Then take me,” I begged breathlessly. His growl was feral, but he didn’t grant my wish. Instead, he threw me to the bed and walked towards the glass door, opening it and storming through it, shifting as soon as he had exited the house. Scraps of his jeans fell to the ground as he raced off, quickly putting the distance between us. I lay on his bed, panting heavily, as his scent slowly disappeared. It was thick on everything in the room, though, inescapable and overpowering. It took me a few moments to fully realise what had happened.

“Now what?” I asked Lyra, desperate for some advice. I certainly didn’t trust my own judgement right now.

“Is there any question?” Lyra asked, mentally directing me to my own tingling core.

“I-in Clint’s bed?!” I squeaked back. I should have known better than expecting her to provide reasonable advice in a situation like this.

“Exactly,” Lyra purred. For a female wolf, she sure as hell had a set of balls on her. In a different moment, I would have called her insane. Now, though, already wet and desperate for release, I couldn’t help but imagining how Clint would feel to return and find my scent on his sheets. Before I could question my actions any further I was pulling down my pants and panties to give myself unrestricted access. I pushed a finger inside myself and moaned gently as I slid in easily. I couldn’t recall a time where I’d ever been this wet before. I was able to add a second finger almost instantly.

I imagined Clint returning to find me there, coaxing me along.

‘What exactly are we doing here, little minx?’ he would tease.

‘N-nothing.’

‘Nothing? So you’re not finger fuc.king yourself thinking about me inside of you?’

I shuddered as I came, much faster than I’d thought I was capable of. I gripped Clint’s sheets as I felt the release tear through me, then rested back on his pillow as I rode the waves of pleasure. Having his scent so close was almost like having him with me. I wished I could steal his sheets and take them home with me, but I had already done enough truly devious things tonight. Oh god, what had I done?

“A damn good job,” Lyra chuckled. The haze of desperation now gone, I felt embarrassed to be so exposed, alone in Clint’s home. I pulled my pants on quickly and all but ran to my car, driving out quickly in the hope that Clint wouldn’t see. Who was I kidding, he’d be able to smell what I’d done. I should have stolen the sheets. I should have set fire to the whole bed.

“This is all your fault!” I shouted at Lyra.

“I know,” she replied smugly.