Ilead Marcus through the quiet halls of the Leclerc estate to my nest and softly shut the door behind us, suddenly shy. It isn’t as though we haven’t been intimate before; he blew my mind when he joined my pack in my nest the other night. But this… there’s a gravity to this that sucks all the air from the room. It weighs on my shoulders, making me timid. There’s an intensity to Marcus’ love that makes me breathless.
He comes up behind me but hesitates.
“You’re hesitating,” I murmur. “Why?” Does he not want this as much as I do? But I read his want in his deepest thoughts…
“You’re getting so good at reading me, sweet-tart,” he says, closing the distance between us until my back is pressed against his front. He nuzzles my jaw, and I sigh, arching my neck to give him better access. Saints, I love when he shows me how much he desires me. And yet, I still feel hesitation from him with my affinity.
“But—” I protest.
His nuzzles become kisses that heat my blood.His scent spikes, winter winds and towering pines. “I wanted to do something special for the occasion. Since the day I met you, I’ve always wanted to take you on dates. You deserve the world, Juniper.”
“I don’t need the world,” I murmur. “Just you. And this will be special because it’s us. We’ve waited so long.”
And just like that, all his hesitation vanishes, mine along with it. This alpha loves me deeply, endlessly. Without knowing it, we’ve been making our way toward this moment for more than two years.
He turns me in his arms, his hands on my hips, gazing down at me, his eyes shining with adoration. He gently takes my cheek in his hand and draws my lips up to his, kissing me sweetly. His tongue slips along the seam of my lips, and I open for him, moaning at the first touch of our tongues. He deepens the kiss, pulling me close, hands skating over my back and my arms before returning to my hips. He draws us together until I can feel his strong body pressing against my soft curves. I whine when I feel how hard he already is. I slip a hand between us and grasp him through his pants, but he reaches down and stills my hand.
“Impatient,” he tuts, dropping a chaste kiss on my lips. “Let me kiss you, Juniper. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.” He pulls me into another kiss that makes my toes curl in my socks, and I whimper into his kiss as our tongues meet. Our lips move together as our tongues dance. He wraps his arms around me until all I can feel is his hard body and the heat of his kisses. This close, his scent is intoxicating, something I’ll never get enough of.
He eases me down to the floor of my nest, never breaking our kiss, and bundles me close, stroking through my hair with each fall of his lips on mine. I float on pure sensation, the divine touch of his lips, the brush of our tongues. I sigh into our kiss, letting him take the lead.
Trying to be patient.
My patience is rewarded when he sits me up and draws off my shirt agonizingly slowly. I let him undress me, my breath stuttering in my throat at the depth of desire in his eyes. He unhooks my bra and slides the straps down my arms, slowly revealing my breasts for his perusal. His eyes flutter shut when he covers my breast with one of his hands.
I let out a breathy whimper as he palms the sensitive flesh, arching into his hand.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Juniper,” he murmurs, capturing my lips once more in a deep kiss that sends desire shooting to my core.
My perfume floods the air, honeyed vanilla and jasmine, and Marcus groans when he scents me.
“And I will never tire of you perfuming for me,” he growls, breaking our kiss to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.
He takes my other breast in hand, thumb ghosting over my peaked nipple. I shiver at the touch, pressing up into his hands. He lays me back down in my nest and sets his lips to one nipple, lashing it with his tongue until I cry out, my back bowing up from the mattress in my nest as I chase his touch.
He looks up, a question in his river-rock eyes.
I let out a breathy “yes!” and he strokes down my stomach with one hand before toying with the hem of my leggings. He pulls them down, and I kick them off, leaving me in only my panties.
I pull at his shirt with a soft mewl, and he tugs it off over his head, leaving him bare-chested in the low light of my nest. I set a hand to his chest, just over his beating heart. He’s hot and hard to my touch, and I need more. I need to feel this alpha’s skin against mine.
“Everything else, too,” I beg, and he presses a kiss to myforehead before stripping off his pants and boxers. I go to wriggle out of my panties, but he halts me with a soft touch.
“Let me? I’ve dreamed of doing this for so long.”
I whine and nod frantically. Marcus rolls me onto my back and strokes his hands over my calves, past my knees and then up my inner thighs. He comes over me, taking my panties in one hand and tugging them down just enough to reveal my hip bones. He drops a kiss on each before pulling the scrap of lace lower. He kisses his way down my belly and then strips off my panties, tossing them aside.
He stares down at me, at my exposed pussy and my quivering breasts, and closes his eyes for a moment, breathing hard. We tangle back together, his lips finding mine once more, skin to hot skin. He hoists one of my thighs up around his hips and presses his hardness into my core.
I cry out, ready for him, but then he slips a hand between our bodies, finding my clit. I moan at the first brush of his fingers over the sensitive nub, letting out a breathy pant he steals with a kiss. He loops my arms around his neck, and I duck my head against his chest, drawing his scent into my lungs. It’s full and potent, heady, and so perfectly familiar
He breaks our kiss. “Yes?”
“Yes!” Yes to anything. Yes to his hand between our bodies, two fingers pumping into my slick cunt. Yes to his cock, his hands, his mouth. Yes to all of it. Anything that connects us.
He stares at me reverently as I squeeze around the slow thrust of his fingers. He kisses me as he touches me, kisses that leave me gasping for air. Slowly, achingly slowly, he winds me up toward an orgasm, stroking my front wall where I’m so sensitive, his knuckles brushing my estrus gland with each movement. I keen, wailing for him, begging him to make me come.
He doesn’t deny me.
