9. Brett

Chapter 9

Brett

I found my mate, and he was everything I dreamed of and more. We had such a nice time. Fine, it was frustrating because all I wanted to do was to get him naked and feast on his flesh, but still, it was wonderful. I'd learned that he too had scented me and the two of us had been a hot mess looking for each other. But that time was over.

I knew it.

Anders knew it.

But my unicorn… he was still being a butt, only in a different way. I thought once we found our mate he'd be happy happy, and for a few seconds he was, but then he got mad. He was blaming our mate for all our suffering, as if Anders had anything to do with that.

I didn't have time to deal with him. This was what I'd been waiting for, being with my mate. I was thrilled, and if my unicorn wanted to be a butt, he could do so silently. I pushed him way down. I'd deal with his attitude later. I knew it came from a place of trauma, having grown up the way we did, never being accepted by the other pack members. But projecting that on our mate? Yeah, that wasn't going to be a thing.

He'd be fine after we shifted together for the first time. I was sure of it.

"Excuse me." I got up, wanting to make sure nothing was in my teeth or on my face before we left—an activity I was hoping we were going to be doing together. "I'll be right back."

"Please do. I'm not ready to let you out of my sight just yet."

I walked to the bathroom, and on the way there, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Once inside, I checked it; it was my dad sending a meme he didn't understand. Pretty much an everyday occurrence since I moved here.

Normally I'd give it a laughing emoji or a quick commentary, but today, I responded with, I found my mate. More news to come. Shutting off my phone. Love you.

And then I did shut it down before they called or bombarded my messages with questions. We'd chat soon. Tonight was for my mate and me.

When I worked my way back to the table, my mate was chatting with some people who worked here, all of them smiling, and I didn't need to hear their conversation to know that it was about me. He was proud to have found his mate, and they were all exceedingly happy for him.

"Hi." I wasn't sure what to do because there were people blocking me from my chair, and also, I was ready to go… but also wanted to be polite.

"You ready?" Anders popped up. Either he read my body language or he was feeling the same. I didn't care which, I was just happy we were leaving.

"So very." More than one of them chuckled. There would be a day when I'd meet them all and learn about who they were. Today was not that day.

Anders intertwined our fingers and led me outside.

"My place or yours?" he asked, cutting through any pretense.

"Who's closer?"

We ended up going to his. I didn't even get a decent look at it, both of us racing into the house. The getting-to-know-you stuff was fun and all, but it was time. Time for us to get naked.

The cool evening breeze was abruptly shut out as the door slammed closed behind us, and before I could draw a breath to steady my racing heart, my alpha's arms were around me, his presence engulfing, his scent enveloping me. The force of his body pushed me back against the solid wood of the door, his hands now framing my face with a gentleness that managed to get me even harder, something I didn't know was even possible.

"Finally," he breathed, the single word laden with all the hunger we'd both been holding at bay… barely.

His lips crashed onto mine, fierce and demanding, tasting of raw need and something tantalizingly wild. His beast was so close to the surface, and it was sexy as fuck. Our breaths mingled, hot and fast, as if we were trying to consume each other whole, to make up for lost time.

"Alpha," I gasped when his mouth finally left mine, a plea, for what I wasn't sure. Everything.

He looked at me then, eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he said.

Except I did, because I felt the same way.

"Let me take you to bed," he murmured against my neck.

I shook my head, the thought of waiting even a second longer unbearable. "It's too far. Take me here, Anders." My hands clawed at the fabric of his shirt, needing him closer… needing more. "I can't wait. Please, alpha, please."

A growl rumbled deep within his chest, vibrating through me.

"Here it is then," he said, his voice thick with lust.

With an urgency that mirrored the passion of our kiss, we shed our clothes, not pretending to be slow and sweet about it. That was for another time.

The cool air of the room chilled my fevered skin as I stood bare before him, trembling from anticipation and the intensity of his gaze, loving the approval I saw in his eyes, in the way his body responded just to the sight of my flesh. And his body, gods, it was fucking perfect, his cock thick and hard.

In one swift movement, he was on his knees, his breath teasing my length.

"Mate," I breathed, a plea wrapped in a single word as he took me into his mouth. The world narrowed down to the sensation of warmth, the smooth glide, his suction strong and steady. My fingers twisted into his hair, anchoring myself to something solid as he brought me to the brink as his head bobbed up and down, his every move designed to unravel me completely. It took everything I had not to come down his throat right then and there. But I wanted him inside me when I came for the first time.

"Stop... please, I want—you inside me—I need—gods, how I need," I gasped, tugging gently at his hair.

He rose like the predator he was, his eyes dark with promise, and without a word, he turned me and pressed me over the arm of the couch. The leather was cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the fire ignited within me. This was dirty and raw and naughty, and I fucking loved it.

He tapped the inside of my feet, encouraging me to spread my stance. I expected to feel his length pressing against my entrance, instead I felt the warmth of his breath, followed by the lap of his tongue. He was going to kill me, but I couldn't think of a better way to go.

Scratch that. I couldn't think at all.

He lapped at my entrance, his tongue circling my hole, teasing it, and then breeching it, and the entire time, he spoke against my flesh, telling me how slick I was, how perfect my ass was, how he couldn't wait to be inside me.

Whimpers came from my lips, but I couldn't form a single word. He'd officially stolen my brain. And just as I was about to come, he nipped at my ass and stood up, lining himself up with my entrance.

The moment he entered me, it was as if two halves of the same soul found each other, fitting together perfectly. With each thrust, he claimed me, The power of the alpha driving us both toward an edge that felt higher, sharper than any I'd known. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me back onto him with a rhythm that was both relentless and reverent.

"Yours," I moaned, giving voice to the bond that was tightening with every push, every pull. "Only yours." It was a vow. Now that I'd found him, I refused to let him go. I wasn't sure I even could.

"Mine," he growled back, the sound vibrating through me, his possessiveness mimicking my own.

There was no holding back anymore. And as I felt my release building, a tidal wave ready to crash, he reached around, his hand a firm pressure where I needed him most. It was all I could do to brace myself as pleasure exploded through me, waves of it crashing over and over as I called out his name.

"Anders. Anders. Anders." It was a freaking prayer.

His own climax followed, his knot growing and locking us together in the most intimate of embraces. Bound, we rode out the aftershocks, the only sound in the room our panting breaths and our hearts beating—beating as one.

And in that moment, I knew with certainty.

He was mine as much as I was his.

And together, we would face whatever came our way.