The Alpha's Mate (Werewolf Romance) by Michelle Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

of growth. I liked that.
    Once we taken in our fill of each other’s musk, Jackson moved to kiss me. His tongue traced mine with long strokes. I moaned and thrust my body up into his. My desire was fierce, burning me from the inside out. Fisting my hands in his thick hair, I tried to take over the kiss, but he was not having it and deftly pinned my arms overhead.
    “Tonight is on me. ” He flashed a wicked smile that promised dark delights.
    My breath came short and I tingled with delicious antici pation. I was about to be taken by my alpha and my wolf whole-heartedly approved. She actually howled with glee inside my head. When Jackson’s wolf sauntered into my mind’s eye and head-butted her shoulder, she visibly quivered. His wolf smirked knowingly.
    On the human side of things, Ja ckson kissed me and nudged my thighs apart with one knee. His hard shaft skimmed my belly as he moved down my body. I spread my legs with an eager smile, but he didn’t take me then. Instead, he kept moving down until his head was even with my core.
    Jackson’s tongue breached my core with soft, quick flicks that teased and satisfied nothing. I gasped, my hips arching up in a futile effort to increase the pressure. Jackson chuckled deep in his throat and pushed my hips firmly down into the mattress. With me restrained, he could have his way with me and I couldn’t stop him.
    I wouldn’t want to anyway. How could I protest when I knew the mind-blowing pleasure he was about to bestow upon me? That didn’t keep me from whimpering though, when he drew things out, raising hot pleasure inside me and then leaving me to hang without any release.
    When I gave an impatient sigh, Jackson said, “I’m going to take my time , babe. You can fight me all you want, but I’m going to take what I want, when I want it.” He then dipped his tongue back into my sweet spot, finally giving me the pressure I craved. He tormented me with it, giving me just enough to almost reach the peak and then backing off before I could climax.
    Need clawed thro ugh my senses, sparking sensation in every nerve and running in desperate loops throughout my nervous system, trying to find an escape. My hips writhed against the firm prison of his hands, frantic to find an escape.
    “Jackson,” I keened.
    “Chloe,” he said, his mouth still against my flesh so that his voice rumbled through my epicenter like an earthquake. Just my name on his lips put me a little closer to the edge.
    My hands clutched the sheets, twisting them into handles that would k eep me from flying apart. “Do that again,” I begged.
    “What?” He lifted his head and arched an eyebrow at me. “You mean this?” He ducked back down and his tongue found my center again. “My mate,” he growled , stretching the words out until they were impossibly long.
    “Yes, that,” I managed to say before my voice disappeared into a scream as I exploded.
    It didn’t stop there. In the last two weeks, Jackson had learned my body and he knew he could push me back up the peak once more. His tongue stroked me, first in a soothing caress that allowed me to ride the orgasm without interference, but, as it faded, he changed tactics. Instead of soothing, he demanded.
    “Are you mine?” he asked. His commanding touch left my body taut under the strain of it all.
    “Yes,” I hissed. Every muscle in my body quivered.
    “Forever ,” he said as he nipped at me with his teeth, giving the vibration of his voice an edge. The contact was gentle, yet rough at the same time and it electrified me.
    “Yours,” I said. Goose bumps pinched my skin and my nipples stiffened.
    He wrapped his lips around my nub and sucked. I blew apart once again, a wave of pleasure obliterating the tension.
    Before I was done coming, he entered me with one smooth thrust. Leaning down , he took my nipple into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. I bucked at the new sensations piling onto the aftershocks of my orgasm.
    It was too much.
    It