Chapter 21

Chapter21

Baptiste feltDaphne’s body tighten and he paused before he crossed the threshold into the Pack house.

“Are you mad?” He flipped her to a cradled position in his arms so he could see her face.

“Surprisingly enough, no. It would seem I’m kind of fond of you.” Her arms laced around his neck.

“Just fond? Guess I’ll have to work worker harder to ensure you love me.”

Her lips curved. “I don’t think it will take much convincing, but I will note that being mated doesn’t negate the fact I am still the Mother’s champion.”

“Good. Because I’d hate for you to change. I like you just the way you are,” he said as he bounded up some stairs. “Actually, that’s not entirely true.” He set her on her feet inside the bedroom he used when he stayed overnight at the compound.

She planted her hands on her hips. “Meaning what? What about me don’t you like?”

“The amount of clothes you’re still wearing,” he stated with a wink.

A problem quickly rectified. His robe hit the floor almost as fast as she stripped.

He uttered a low rumble at the sight of her. The swell of her hips, the indent of her waist, her firm breasts topped with berries. Perfection, and every inch his. And he would claim it. He intended to lick, caress, and discover every inch of her. To imprint himself upon her smooth and sexy skin. To fill her with his seed and make her scream in delight.

He dragged her to him for a kiss, but she didn’t let him taste her lips for long. She reached between their bodies to put a hand on his shaft, making him gasp as she squeezed. “Sit,” she commanded, pushing him to a chair. He sat and she knelt between his legs, still gripping his cock, her tight grip sliding back and forth.

“Shouldn’t I be the one between your legs?” he complained.

“No. Now, be quiet,” said as she took him into her mouth.

And he wasn’t talking about just the tip. She went all the way to the root of him, which had never happened before. Somehow, she managed and, even better, sucked at his flesh while doing it. The intense sensation just about had him exploding.

Teeth gritted, he held on to the arms of the chair as she suctioned his length, dragging him to the brink. As if sensing he’d spill too quickly, she stopped and teased him, licking him up and down, swirling her tongue around the swollen tip, even nibbled the flesh, making him gasp.

He’d never experienced anything like it, and while he was tempted to blow his load, he wanted this first time with them being officially mated to happen inside her.

“Come here,” he growled, tugging her upwards.

“But I wasn’t done,” she complained even as she obeyed, but slowly, kissing her way up his body until she reached his lips.

He dragged her into his lap, the skin-to-skin touch not only electrifying but satisfying. She suited him like he would have never imagined. Aroused him like no other. He broke the kiss to taste her, sucking at the flesh of her neck, teasing the lobe of her ear which had her squirming in his lap in a good way.

The chair was wide enough that he could maneuver her around to straddle him properly. She sat on her haunches, her hand once more on his dick, rubbing the head of it against her moist core.

It would have been so easy to slip into her and fuck.

But the scent of her…

He suddenly grabbed her around the waist and stood.

“What are you doing?” she pouted.

“You’ll see.” He tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced, her legs splaying apart displaying pink perfection.

“My turn,” he growled, kneeling between her legs. He leaned in close and rubbed the edge of his jaw against the soft skin of her inner thigh. A shiver went through her body. He kept rubbing, teasing her with the scrape of his unshaven jaw, blowing hotly on her. Every sound she made, her scent, the moisture that glistened, made him harder.

“Stop teasing,” she huffed, wiggling her hips.

“Says the woman who started the teasing.” Words spoken against her flesh before licked. Her hips arched and a soft cry emerged from her.

Pleased at her reactions, he licked her again and again, humming as he tasted her sweet nectar. He pulsed with need. He wanted nothing more than to slide into her velvety sheath but not until he had her squirming.

He feasted on her, lapping between her parted lips, toying with her clit, flicking and rubbing it. She writhed and moaned at his touch. Her hips pushed against his face, her ragged pants music to his ears.

His tongue speared into her, and she did her best to clench it, and mewled when it wasn’t enough. He thrust two fingers into her, and she sighed as she clamped on his digits as they reached that sweet inner spot. He kept tonguing her clit while his fingers pumped, and he was rewarded with a sharp cry as she came, her channel pulsing and squeezing so tight his cock jerked in response.

He slid into her while she was still quivering, his cock straining to go deep. He thrust into her, striking her sweet spot harder than his fingers could. The friction of their bodies brought her to the peak again, and she gasped and clawed at him. Her hips rolled in demand. Her pussy clenched him tight.

It was almost too much. He wanted to come so bad but staring down into her flushed face he first growled, “Open your eyes.”

She did, and they shone with passion. Her lips parted as she murmured, “My beast.”

Yes, hers.

He thrust over and over into her, reveling in her tight, wet heat and in the way she gasped each time he hit her g-spot.

With their gazes locked, they rocked and found a rhythm, one that had them both tightening. He ground into her and circled his hips, pushing his cock deep into her over and over until she clenched so tight, he couldn’t move.

And then she came, her climax hitting first with a vise-like grip, then rippling in waves that drew his own orgasm. He spilled inside her, still staring into her soul through her eyes. Seeing her, like she saw him.

Two people who’d been through so much on their journey to finally finding each other.

Finding a way forward.

Deserving of happiness.

They spent that morning in bed, napping in a tangle, waking to make love again. They left the compound late in the afternoon because while he might be Alpha, this wasn’t yet his home. Not to mention, Daphne still couldn’t connect to the Mother. Something he’d have to change if they were going to live there.

The moment they set foot outside the gate, the Mother spoke, and he heard as she said, I am glad to see you victorious, my champion, and receiving your much deserved happily ever after.

Then a message just for him. Hurt her and I will turn you into fertilizer.