15. Weston

Chapter 15

Weston

D ressed causally and sitting in my favorite chair in my living room, I held my book up as though reading it but instead watched my little wolf systematically move through my space. She'd been at it for an hour, reorganizing my washing kit and then my clothes, lining everything up perfectly so that things were easy to find. She wasn't so much snooping as setting everything to rights.

I'd never before left a lover in my quarters unsupervised. I didn't let women touch my things, let alone go through them. I'd thought this would be a lesson in humility, my secret spaces opened to investigation. Fair was fair, though, and I had planned to endure it.

Surprisingly, I hadn't had a single twinge of unease, not even when I stepped out to delay dinner so that she could finish her investigation without interruption. Organizing things seemed to put her mind at ease. She wasn't a person who liked to be idle. Not for long, anyway. Maybe she just didn't know what rest and relaxation felt like. As an alpha, I appreciated that. I never had much free time. It was good that she wouldn't expect it or want it, even.

More importantly, though, watching her leave her mark on my private sanctuary felt right. I wanted her touch on my things, her scent lingering in the air. I wanted anyone who entered to know she belonged here with me, that her intimate living quarters were also mine. The sight of it, the act of inviting her in, had peace blooming within me. My home felt more serene with her in it.

"You've never lit any of these candles." She surveyed the candelabra on top of a squat bookcase, the books in it either purchased because they were my very favorite or on loan from the castle's extensive library. "Why have candles if you don't light them?"

"Decoration. They look nice."

She gave me a flat look. "They look nicer when they're burning."

She dropped down to her knees to scan the titles, and I studied the gentle curve of her neck, her hair pulled away and piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She was such a delicate-looking thing.

Her size and the raging power within her made her unbearably fast, though. The king himself had commented on it after seeing her in the library. He'd never seen someone move so quickly: there one minute and out the door in the next. He'd admitted to being stunned, hit in the head with a book that he hadn't realized she'd thrown. He'd even tried the move she'd performed sliding down the stairs. He laughed as he relayed falling flat on his face.

"She would be a valuable addition to this kingdom," the king had said earlier in the day. "She has so much potential. This whole Granny mess is damned unfortunate."

He had no idea.

Aurelia leaned forward toward the books.

"No way! You have a copy of this?" She held out one of my favorites before leafing through the pages.

Usually, I'd tell a woman to put one of my treasured tomes down. She wasn't just "a woman," though. She was the woman. Mine. I would never think to spoil her joy.

"I loved this one," she exclaimed. "So exciting, and the hero? I swooned." She put it back and picked up another. "I didn't love this one so much, though. Kinda, well, boring."

"That one is a loan from the library. I haven't read it yet."

"Well, don't let me stop you from a boring time." She flashed a smile at me and put it back before touching a few more with the tip of her finger. Then she got up.

"You're not going to organize them?"

She shook her head, heading to my desk. "You have it the way you want it."

I furrowed my brow as I smiled. "How do you figure?"

"The really nice, shiny ones are a little removed from the run-of-the-mill, hard-used titles. The others are in between. You have it set up for what you love, what you want to read next, and what you'll get to, right?" She glanced up with pencils in hand, ready to put them in a new place.

"Right. But they aren't in alphabetical order."

"Cut me some slack, Weston. I'm not that anal."

But she was that anal. She was exactly that anal. She couldn't stop herself from lining things up perfectly—everything in its place at all times. I'd noticed it in her cottage and in her workspace, everywhere except the bedroom... where chaos reigned.

I found myself feeling... pleased. She'd correctly identified my books as something special to me, intimate, and allowed more leeway and chaos.

My need for her surged, overshadowing the fun of seeing her work through my space. My passion, my adoration, was suddenly too strong to keep attached to any sort of leash.

"Come here, Aurelia," I said with a hint of command.

She stilled in organizing my papers, slowly looking my way. A note of defiance tightened her shoulders and prevented her from immediately complying.

A little thrill ran through me at the desire to force my dominance. I loved these games. Apparently, so did she. I could feel it in the bond now, her craving for me rising.

I stared at her, my power swirling, and slowly lifted an eyebrow.

Her hunger coursed through her now. Still, she resisted.

I got up slowly, straightening to my full height. "When I tell you to come to me, Little Wolf, you do it."

The papers lowered to the desk as she turned to me in needy expectation.

"Now.. . come here ." The command was evident this time, all my power sunk into those last two words.

She moved hesitantly, as though she couldn't help it. As though she couldn't stop herself, even when she tried to resist. Her desire was eclipsing all other emotions in the bond now. My cock was throbbing.

She stopped in front of me, her power merging with mine through the bond, boosting me higher. I felt like I'd been elevated, feet in the clouds, swelling with might. Fuck, that felt good. I felt like a god, my goddess alongside me, our wolves entwining.

I reached out and took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, looking down into her expectant sunburst gaze.

"I heard you were wandering the grounds today without permission," I said in a low, deep tone. A spark filled her eyes. She knew where this was going.

"Yes, Alpha," she said demurely.

"You know you aren't supposed to wander, don't you?"

Her breath sped up, her hands at her sides.

I laid my hands on her shoulders. "I warned you what would happen if you got caught, didn't I?" I slid one hand along her collarbone to the front of her throat and gripped firmly. "Didn't I?"

She licked her lips, drawing my attention to her mouth. "Yes." It wasn't more than a breathy whisper.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Alpha," she said, stronger now.

"Good girl." She shivered. "Now get on your knees and worship your alpha's cock."

She sank down gracefully in front of me. She pulled down my sweats and reached into my briefs, capturing my cock with her dainty hand. Moisture beaded at the tip, and my cock throbbed within her touch.

"Taste it."

She leaned forward, one hand on my cock, the other braced on my thigh.

"Eyes on me," I commanded.

Her eyes darted up as her tongue ran along the seam of my cockhead. She pulled the beaded liquid into her heart-shaped mouth and issued a throaty moan. A mate wasn't supposed to taste like candy until after two people imprinted, but she had always been delicious, from the first time I'd met her. Clearly she felt the same about me.

"Suck it in," I said greedily, and watched her lips wrap around the tip.

She did as I said, sucking my cock deep into her throat until my balls butted against her chin. Not many women could take my size, and truthfully, not many wanted to try. Aurelia had always been the exception, in everything. She sucked like it was her favorite pastime, pushing her lips against my base, her eyes watering, gagging on my length. She wanted this; I could feel it. She wanted to give me pleasure with the same urgent desire I felt toward her.

She moved a little faster, stroking as she sucked, watching me watch her. Pleasure flowed through the bond from both sides, passion running between us, building us higher at the same time.

"Touch yourself, Little Wolf," I told her, stripping off my shirt so she could see the torso she liked so much.

She groaned with the command, her eyes sliding along my body to take in the view. I let her, feeling more powerful under her wanton gaze. Her magic surged with mine.

Her hand pushed down into her leisure pants, brought to her earlier by Leala. I could see it moving in the fabric, dipping low, her fingers plunging.

"Are you wet, Little Wolf?" I asked, my tone rough and thick. I wrapped my fingers around her messy bun. "Are you wet for your alpha?"

"Mm-hmm," she moaned around a mouthful of cock.

I yanked her hair back, pulling her from me. "What did you say?"

"Yes, Alpha," she said, her eyes lidded as her hand worked her body.

"Let me taste."

Desire once again eclipsed all else in the bond. She pulled out her hand, her fingers glistening, and held them up for me. I grabbed her wrist and wrapped my lips around each one, sucking them clean and groaning at the salty-sweet taste of perfection.

"I need more." I barely contained my growl.

I reached down for her, lifting her up to her feet before walking her back toward the dining table. I didn't want to waste time getting to the bed. I stripped off her clothes and guided her backward. Her butt hit the polished surface and she lay back on the table, her knees falling wide. I bent to her pussy, licking up through the center and savoring the incredible taste. There was something special about this woman, or maybe our connection. Regardless of the circumstances, despite this push and pull we had or the hardship surrounding our introduction, I thanked the gods to have met her. To know these feelings and experience this incredible sexual high with her. This was heaven. She was heaven.

I sucked her in, circling her clit with my tongue. She arched on the table, threading her fingers into my hair and fisting. The bite of pain made me groan. I curved two fingers into her, pumping them as I continued to suck in pulses.

"Holy—mmm," she said, writhing beneath me. Her hips bucked and rolled. "Oh... fuck. Yes, Alpha, yes !"

I reached up with one hand and slid it over her breast; the peak grazed my rough palm.

"Holy—!" She jolted and then screamed my name. Incredible pleasure rolled through the bond, coating me in it, sharing her orgasm. I pulled my fingers away to taste, to drink her in.

I stepped back and removed the rest of my clothes before pulling her to her feet and spinning her to bend her over the table.

"Yes, Alpha, put that thick cock in me," she moaned, her hands splayed on the surface. "Fill me up."

I ran my tip along her glistening pussy before thrusting inside her. She enveloped me tightly, groaning with the sensation. I held myself deep as I leaned over her, my chest to her back, my lips against her ear.

"I am going to stuff you so full of my seed that whenever any other male stops to talk to you, they smell my scent leaking out of you." I pulled out before roughly thrusting back in. Our wolves were pushed right near the surface, basking in the glow of my dominant possessiveness. "I'm going to mark you so often and so deep they will know that you are mine , and mine alone."

I moved within her, deep, rough thrusts driving my point home. She panted with need, pushing her ass back into me, craving it.

I braced a hand on her hip, the other in her hair, my lips still on the shell of her ear. "This little pussy is owned by me. Do you understand, Little Wolf? I'll pump you full of my release as often as I need to prove that." I shook her a little. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," she mewled, spreading her legs a little wider, trying to take me deeper.

"Good girl," I said, pounding her, nearly there.

"Oh, gods. Fuck me, Weston. Please , fuck me harder," she begged.

I did, leaning back a little to watch my dick disappear repeatedly inside her. I wouldn't knot her yet, though. I'd wait until we were in bed and had all night. For now, I'd give her another orgasm or two, maybe feast on her pussy, and then call for dinner.

With that thought, I came inside her, roaring my release. I basked in the afterglow, in the exquisiteness of the heat of her skin against mine. I took a moment to catch my breath, and then began showing her exactly how good I could make her feel.

In the days to come, if she felt a need to chat with Hannon or anyone else, I'd allow her the freedom. As Hadriel had said, this was all new to her. She needed time to accept no one else would ever be enough for her, not after me. Once she realized that—and I doubted it would take long—I'd end all threats to my claim. Permanently. No one would ever be able to take her away from me—not the dragons, not Granny, and certainly no other male.

This little wolf was mine, and I couldn't wait to prove it.