Wolf's Bride (bbw, alpha werewolf) Page 3

  “Oh, right. Each candle represents us. Back then they’d say if one candle went out than the two eloping weren’t actually mates. Both go out and it was a bad omen, but if they both stayed lit then the pair were true mates and enchanted with fertility and the luck of the hunt.”

  “Really?” she asked. What if a breeze blew in and snuffed one out, or someone sneezed?”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “Wolves don’t take it seriously now-a-days it’s just tradition.”

  She looked up as the Den Master finished and pulled out a small blade. Then he took my hand and Taylor’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

  The Den Master’s lips curled into a grin. “Blood pact,” he said, cutting a small sliver along my palm.

  Taylor tensed as he took her hand next. “You didn’t tell me about this,” she hissed.

  I licked my lips. “It’s fine it doesn’t hurt. Just a small pinch,” I said and flinched when she yelped.

  Small drops of blood beaded from the cut on her palm and she glared at me. “Small pinch?” she asked.

  “I…right humans have a lower pain tolerance. Sorry,” I said and smiled pathetically.

  She scowled as I took her hand and curled my fingers into hers. A couple of drops of blood dripped from our hands onto the white petals and I could feel the beast rile up inside me.

  Finally after the last verse, the Den Master smiled. “Well, kiss her,” he said.

  I leaned in and kissed my mate passionately.

  Taylor wrapped her arms around my neck.

  The urges of the wolf emerged and I kissed her harder. Then I grabbed her zipper and pulled it half way down.

  “What are you doing?” she said, her eyes like green orbs.

  “Finishing the pact. I have to claim you,” I said and gripped her wrist tightly.

  Taylor flew up and backed away. “Claim? Here? In front of him?” she spat and pointed at the old man.

  The Den Master’s eyes glowed bright blue and he shook his head. “Marrying a human and you didn’t even tell her about how we work? Kind of low son,” he said and leaned back.

  I frowned. “Taylor, we need a witness. Both of us are out of friend or pack options so it has to be him,” I said.

  She shook her head and walked towards the door. Her dress scraped by and kicked up leaves and dirt.

  Dammit! “Taylor!” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into me.

  “I can’t do it. I changed my mind,” she said as her body shook.

  I pulled her close and kissed her lips. Her body calmed under my touch, but she barely kissed me back. I pulled away and stared into her eyes. “I told you this is permanent. You can’t back out now,” I growled.

  Grabbing my arms, she licked her lips. “What if this is a mistake? We don’t know each other and it might not work. I’m hyped up on emotions. I’ve never had someone want me or treat me the way you do.”

  I gritted my teeth and turned my head. Of course. Why’d I think this would be easy? Why were humans so complicated?

  She touched my cheek and I looked back. “You seem so sincere. Hell you’re acting as if you’ve fallen in love with me…”

  I touched her mouth. “I do love you!”

  “That’s impossible. You’re full of it! No one falls in love in just a few days.”

  I grabbed her wrists and gritted my teeth. Slowly, my ears extended to points. My fangs sharp, and my eyes keen.

  Taylor gasped and stared.

  I took a deep breath. “This is what I was talking about. Humans don’t use their instincts. This is real. You felt it earlier,” I said and wrapped my arm around her waist.

  “Yeah, I was wrong.”

  I glared. “You’re second guessing yourself.”

  She shut her mouth and frowned. “I…I don’t know,” she said.

  I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. The lights dimmed and I glanced back at the Den Master.

  A smile curled on the man’s lips as his hand left a knob on the wall.

  I turned back to Taylor and spun her around.

  She squeaked as I yanked the zipper down and moved the lace off of her shoulders. Leaning into her, I whispered in her ear. “I love you, Taylor.”

  She tensed.

  The greed spread across my body like fire and I kissed the back of her neck. “And this is happening,” I said and pulled her dress down.

  She fell to her knees and crawled away.

  I tore my own clothes off, feeling the muscles burn under my flesh. I walked toward my mate. There was no way I was going to let her go. “You’re mine,” I growled as I grabbed her and straddled her. Then I took her slip off. Her bra wouldn’t unlatch and I gritted my teeth and tore it away along with her panties.

  She pushed my chest. “Sam!”

  I picked her up and hefted her over my shoulder.

  “Sam wait!” she screamed.

  I put her down on the bed of flower petals. Then I forced her legs opened and pulled her into me. My body never felt so damn feverish.

  I bent down and smashed my lips against hers.

  As soon as I pulled away she slapped my face. My eyes widened. Why now? Why the fuck wasn’t she giving in? I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

  “Please,” I begged.

  Her eyes softened and her chest heaved. She parted her mouth then shut it.

  As I leaned down, I tightened my grip on her wrists and licked her lips lightly. Then I pressed my mouth into hers, drowning in the electric sensations that coursed throughout my body.

  I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “Kiss me back, Taylor,” I growled, reaching down with one hand, I parted the folds of her pussy. Then I massaged her clit in slow circles.

  Her eyes widened and she moaned and arched her back. “Bastard,” she whispered as she tilted her head up and writhed under my assault.

  Our lips connected as I trailed my finger down into her cunt – wet and hot.

  Perfect.

  Kissing her chest, I licked down to her breasts and tickled her nipple with my tongue.

  “Ah!” she whimpered as her body shook. Slowly she glanced at the altar and lines creased her forehead.

  The Den Master sat in his wolf form, his coat black with gray streaks and his eyes focused.

  I turned her head back to face me. “Pretend he isn’t there,” I said.

  Slowly she nodded and grabbed my neck with both hands. Then she pulled me down into another delightful kiss. Her lips were so tasty I wished we could stay like that forever. Fitting so perfectly like a key to a lock.

  Our hearts hammered as one as I pulled my hand away and pressed my cock to the tip of her entrance.

  “Sam,” she moaned and I smiled.

  Without another word, I pushed my member inside to the hilt and gasped.

  A harsh moan escaped her as she dug her fingers into my back.

  Gripping onto her thighs, I worked back and forth. Her cunt squeezed my shaft, making it throb in utter pleasure. Fuck was she tight!

  I moved my hips as I pounded her. The wetness between us slick, adding more friction with each push. Smalls shocks sparked in my mind, urging me forward.

  I pressed my body into hers. My skin on fire.

  She ran her fingers through my hair and grabbed a fist full.

  I growled and thrust harder. Leaning up slightly to add as much pressure as I could to her clit.

  Perspiration beaded down my neck as I leaned back and stared, marveling at the expression on her face. Green eyes drowning and lost in the moment.

  “Like that?” I asked. My voice husky.

  Her nails traveled down my skin, burning and feeding the rage inside my gut. I worked her faster as she panted.

  “Yes!” she moaned.

  I reached up and rolled her nipple between my fingers. Then I swayed my hips as I pulled out and back in.

  Her body jerked and she screamed.

  A smile tugged at my lips. She really liked that one. Then m
y eyes widened as she clamped down on my cock, making her even tighter.

  The veins on the shaft pulsed as I worked her. “Ah!” I groaned. “Keep doing that!”

  She bucked her hips along to my rhythm. Our bodies on fire and hearts beating in sync. My mind swam with hunger and lust as I jerked back and forth. My cock begged for release as it grew.

  With heavy breaths, Taylor’s body tensed in my grasp and she screamed. A whole different kind of heat consumed me.

  I gripped her shoulders and kissed her as my cock burst. Fireworks erupted throughout my entire being before I went limp. I took deep and ragged breaths. Then laid my head on her chest, listening to her heart beat out of control.

  Nothing would ever compare to that moment. The pact was done and she was mine. My mate.

  Slowly I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and sweat trickled down from her temple. Beautiful. If I died at that moment I’d at least die happy.

  “We’re married,” I panted.

  She opened her eyes. Her tongue played at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah,” she said and stared.

  I rested beside her until we caught our breaths. We each washed and put on clothes.

  Taylor tucked the wedding dress into her night bag. Some parts of the white lace stained from the dirt.

  I scratched my head and frowned. Hoped a dry cleaner could fix it.

  We walked out of the den and she grabbed my hand. The stars were brighter that night. Brightest than I’d seen in a while.

  I rubbed my thumb over her the top of her hand. Soft and gentle.

  “Can we go back?” she asked.

  I glanced at the road and nodded. “Should be safe for you. They can’t touch you now,” I said. My other hand fingered at the marriage certificate in my pocket. Proof that she’s mine. Even wolves have to go through tedious paperwork.

  It took a few days to get back to the city. Taylor smiled and took a deep breath as she walked into her apartment. “Good to be home,” she said and put her bag down on the floor in her bedroom.

  I smiled and leaned against the door frame. Home. Hadn’t thought of what it’d be like settling down after moving around so much with my former pack. I scratched my head.

  “Well,” Taylor walked up to me and kissed my cheek awkwardly, “I’m going to take a shower,” she said. “Um, make yourself at home.”

  I nodded and watched her step into the bathroom. She was quiet most of the time on the way back. Was she having regrets?

  I stripped my clothes and stepped behind her.

  She turned and jumped. “Damn! You could’ve warned me if you wanted to come in!”

  With a chuckle I grabbed the shampoo and poured some on her head. Lavender.

  She blushed at watched me as I massaged the gel into her hair.

  Leaning in, I kissed her lightly. Heart beating out of my chest. We hadn’t had sex since the den. I didn’t bother asking. Deep down, I was afraid to. It felt as if I was holding onto her with a string that could snap any minute, but damn. I couldn’t help the urges.

  As I continued to scrub her, I leaned down and ran my lathered hands down her thighs. Then I parted the folds of her pussy and smeared the soap around. An excuse to touch her.

  She leaned her head back and moaned as I wiggled my fingers around her folds. The soft skin slick and hot.

  I rinsed the soap away and stared. Then I leaned in and licked her clit.

  She squeaked and ran her fingers through my hair. Hearing her moan made my skin prickle with need and aroused my cock to attention.

  I flicked my tongue faster. The way she liked it. Then I gripped her hips and pressed harder, tasting her juices.

  “Ah! Ah!” she panted. Her body jerked and her muscles tensed. “Stop,” she gasped, but I wouldn’t relent. I wrapped my mouth around the button and suckled. Faster. Faster.

  She pulled my hair as she came and I wiped my mouth and stood up. Licking her lip, she grabbed my cock and I gasped. Didn’t expect that, but I’m not going to complain.

  “You seem to really like doing that,” she said and frowned.

  “Don’t you like it?” I asked.

  “Course, it’s just…”

  “What?” I touched her face and took a sharp breath.

  “I find myself disgusting. Why don’t you?” She avoided my eyes and worried her bottom lip.

  I tilted her chin up. “You’re gorgeous.” My gut clenched. There’s a reason she’s like this. Someone must’ve hurt her, and what I wouldn’t give to have a chance at beating the shit out of them. I frowned.

  “Everything about you is perfect,” I said and kissed her.

  She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed me back. Our tongues danced and electricity coursed down my veins as she jerked my dick back and forth.

  “Ah!” I growled and rested my head in the crook of her neck. Her touch, like heaven. I gripped onto her and hefted her against the tile.

  She yelped and took a deep breath. Her eyes wet as she smashed her lips against mine. I positioned my body and pushed my cock to the hilt.

  “Sam,” she whispered and bit my neck, causing me to thrust hard. My body shook uncontrollably as I worked my cock. In and out. In and out.

  My blood bubbled like lava and I bit my lip hard. “Ah! Ah!” I panted. My body pressed firmly against hers, our skin sizzling.

  I planted a kiss on her neck and nipped the skin while I listened to the sound of her heart beat.

  Thump. Thump. Thump.

  She scratched my back and I flinched. A burning ache scorching my skin where her fingers had traveled.

  Minutes later, my cock throbbed and burst inside her just as she came. Her body trembled and she gasped for air as I let her down.

  We stared at each other and smiled. Trying to calm our ragged breaths. “You’re amazing,” I said and pressed my forehead against hers.

  “You to,” she said and started scrubbing my chest with soap. “Amazing you could hold onto me so long,” she said and giggled.

  I shook my head and raised an eyebrow. “Cut out the self insults,” I said and flipped her around to wash her back. “Is that all that you found amazing?” I asked.

  “Course not,” she said and reached back and touched my hip. “Everything else about you is amazing.”

  I stopped scrubbing and smiled. The ache in my gut lightened. She mean it?

  “You know you’re the one that’s gorgeous. Tall, black hair and your gold eyes. Unusual but beautiful. Especially when they glow.” She blushed. “You could probably get anybody you wanted.”

  I smiled. “And I obviously have who I want. I married her.”

  She wrapped her arms around me and I caressed her back.

  “Still don’t make sense, but okay,” she said.

  “Yeah, you’re going to have to get used to it,” I said and kissed her neck.

  We finished the shower and hurried as the water got cold. Then we fell into her bed and drifted to sleep. A restless one for me. Something was eating at my mind.

  ***

  I woke up to the smell of food wafting through the room. My taste buds watered and I rubbed my eyes. How long had it been since I ate last? I got up and wondered to the kitchen. Smelt like Barbecue.

  Taylor was stirring a pan of veggies and I touched her shoulder.

  She jumped and frowned. Then she grabbed a hand towel and smacked me.

  “Hey.”

  “What’d I say about sneaking up on me,” she said and shook her head.

  “Sorry.” I grabbed a piece of bread from a plate and chewed it. “What’s in the oven?”

  She glanced down and licked her bottom lip. “Barbecue ribs.”

  I paused. “Seriously?” I asked.

  “Yeah, why? You like them right?”

  The woman was definitely my mate! I chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I love ribs. You need help with anything?” I asked.

  “You can set the table,” she said and pulled out a pan. The ribs, sizzling and delicious looking.
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  I placed a set of napkins and silverware on the wooden dining table and glanced around the room. Never really paid much attention before. Usually you see walls decked out with pictures, or something that tells you about someone’s personality, but Taylor had a plain apartment. Simple furniture, no clutter, a small bookcase and a desk with a laptop. No pictures. Seemed pretty lonely. Can’t believe she didn’t even own a cat or dog.

  She dished our plates and set them down. Then she put her napkin in her shirt and I laughed.

  She paused and raised her brows. “What?” she asked.

  “Nothing. You’re just incredibly adorable,” I said and smiled.

  She looked down and blushed at her napkin. “Ribs are messy,” she said and sat down.

  “Yeah, I know,” I said, but couldn’t keep the goofy smile off of my face.

  I asked her simple questions during dinner. Where did she work? Guessing about her favorite things and hobbies. Something a couple usually knew about before marriage.

  “Feel like were on a first date,” she said and wiped her mouth.

  “Right?” I said and smiled, but it faded away as she looked down. I broke the rib bone in half and sucked the marrow.

  She leaned back in her chair and stared. “Wow.”

  I shrugged. “Want some,” I asked and offered her half.

  She put her hand up. “I’ll pass,” she said and smiled.

  “It’s good for you.”

  “Pass.”

  I put the bone on my plate and wiped my mouth. “Do you regret marrying me?”

  Her head shot up and she opened her mouth, but didn’t answer. She had to think about it?

  My heart skipped a beat and before she answered a loud knock echoed through the place.

  I stood up, knocking the chair backwards. If that was… No! I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

  Taylor backed into the corner and I hurried to the door. “Who is it?” I snapped.

  A familiar voice sounded from the other side. “Sam, it’s me.”

  “Jimmy?” I unlatched the door and pulled it open.

  My friend stood there with a puffy lip. Blood trickled down his brow and I pulled him inside. “Shit! What happened?”

  Jimmy shook his head and nearly fell. I helped him to the couch and he slumped down. “Never mind me Colt’s on his way here,” he coughed.