Page 34 of The Alpha’s Chosen Mate

“But—”

“I’m just a man, Em,” I admit. “A man who has waited far too long for a chance to touch you.”

I guide her onto her back, pin her wrists to the blanket, and gaze down at her. I drink in the moment, committing every detail to memory—the flush spreading across her soft skin, the dress pooled around her waist, the trust and yearning in her eyes. “Let me touch you first, Em. Let me taste every inch of you before I make you mine.”

Mine. I didn’t mean to say that to her. But I’ve thought of her as mine for longer than I should admit.

I hold my breath and brace for her reaction, but Emily doesn’t flinch or balk at my claim. Instead, her eyes flash with her wolf as she settles deeper into the blanket, thighs parting in invitation. Almost like a challenge for me to make good on my words.

My lycan howls with delight at her willingness, at the way she subtly submits to us. I glide my hands down her arms, and like a good girl, she keeps her hands above her head without being told. I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across her nipples before I roll them between my digits, drawing a strangled cry of pleasure from her.

I smile, amused and thrilled with every reaction, and tug her nipples once more before dragging my hands lower. Without a second thought, I extend a claw and slice through her dress and underwear, leaving her bare.

“Harrison, that dress is—”

“You can wear my shirt and wrap this blanket around you when we head back to the packhouse,” I say before she can scold me. “Actually, my lycan and I would prefer you wear my shirts from now on.”

I take a breast into my mouth as my fingertips slip between her pussy lips. I’m careful as I play with her, knowing no one has ever touched her like this, but she’s dripping wet. My finger enters her easily, and we both groan as I push inside to my knuckle. I switch to her other breast, twisting my digit on its way out before thrusting it back in. As I work it faster, bringing her higher and higher, her hips grind to meet my pace, and her clit rubs against the heel of my hand. My cock strains behind my zipper as I watch her move beneath me.

It’s more sensual and magical than I ever imagined. It’s intoxicating. Her arousal flows from her pussy, mixing with her natural floral scent that reminds me of orange blossoms in spring, making my mouth water.

I have to taste her. Need to know if she tastes as delicious as she smells.

I kiss down her stomach until my lips hover over her pussy. I savor the moment, inhaling deeply, watching as I finger-fuck her.

And then my mouth is on her, tongue licking into her as I taste every ounce of her sweetness. Her back arches as she shouts her pleasure, her pussy walls fluttering.

“Goddess, you’re fucking delicious, Em.” I growl the words against her, gripping her inner thighs to keep them spread for me. My tongue swipes through her entrance and circles her clit. “How does that feel?”

“So good.” Her fingers twist in my mussed-up hair, holding my face closer to her pussy. “It feels so good, Harrison.”

I moan my response, sending the vibrations into her pussy as my tongue fucks her. It does feel so good. So fucking good. Her hands in my hair, her pussy around my finger as I slip it back inside.

Her heels dig into the ground as I curl my finger, finding a spot that pulls a primal groan from her chest. I pay close attention to that spot as I gently flick her clit with my tongue. Her thighs tremble, her abdomen tenses, and her mouth drops open.

And from my new favorite place—between her thighs—I watch her unravel.

“Harrison!”

Emily’s orgasm crashes through her in a rush of movements, hips grinding against my face as she falls apart with my name on her perfect pink lips. I slow my pace as she slows hers, matching her rhythm as I savor her taste and beauty.

When she finally meets my gaze, it’s with hazy, pleasure-filled eyes. I lift my mouth from her sweet pussy, even though I’d prefer to stay there for the rest of my life, and immediately work open the button on my jeans.

“Fuck.” Clarity strikes me, breaking through the urgency, and I pause my movements. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control.”

My nostrils flare with a brief flash of jealousy. She said she’s never done this before, but if she’s on birth control—

“I started it before I left Italy. I wanted to be ready. Just in case…”

“Just in case I wanted you?”

She nods, cheeks flushing with a fresh, adorable blush.

I smile, not bothering to mask my pride, and finish undressing before I lower my body over hers.

She immediately reaches for my dick, and I don’t stop her this time. Her delicate hand wraps around me, eyes widening as she strokes me from root to tip.