6. THEO

Chapter 6

THEO

“Good night, Alpha!” The Beta greets before leaving my side and heading up the stone path leading to his house.

The house he shares with the woman he loves. Though not fated, Liam shares a mate bond with Amelia that gives a fated mate bond a run for its money.

They’re strong together, and serve as a prime example of what a chosen mate bond should be like.

Still, I turn my face away and stare at the main house ahead. Between those walls, my sister remains oblivious to what her fate might be if I agree to the alliance.

Around me, the rest of the Nightwalker Pack don’t know their fates if I don’t go through with the alliance.

Then, there’s the question of the Blackclaw Omega who resides in the main house now. There’s something about her that I can’t quite place my finger on.

Something suspicious or alluring – I’m not sure. But it has me going upstairs when I enter the main house and passing her bedroom door.

There are noises from inside that have me stopping in my tracks. Faint sounds that have me pressing my ear to the door.

The sounds of Mia’s strangled cries from inside her bedroom alarm me enough to enter unannounced.

As soon as I do, I find her lying on her bed, a bead of sweat caught on her brows.

In the darkness of the night, I feel like a thief. Stealing the longest stare at the lone she-wolf who’d stumbled on Nightwalker territory. A deep, innate feeling much like instinct begged me to keep her here.

Though the girl is from Blackclaw, I cannot chase her away. There’s still a flicker of suspicion that hangs over my head. But I won't treat her the way she’d been treated in her own pack. I can’t turn her away.

My suspicion dissipates when Mia whimpers in her sleep. My eyes instantly flit to her face, where her lips part on an intake of breath.

Without warning, she stirs until she’s fully awake. It happens so fast, there isn’t time to escape when she suddenly reaches for the lamp on the nightstand.

I’m caught red-handed when the light illuminates the bedroom and Mia spots me. It’s the first time I’ve seen her since allowing her to stay in the guest room. Since she’s been able to clean up, not appearing dreary and worn out from being stuck in wolf form.

If I hadn’t noticed it before, I do now. Mia Alverez is beautiful.

“Mia…” I breathe, enthralled by the depth of her stare. I have no idea why she’s been moaning and whimpering in her sleep.

But I can only imagine why. It’s evident in the way her chest rises and falls as she pants. And the way her lips remain parted, eyes flitting to mine.

“Theo…” Mia whispers as she slides toward the edge of the bed.

I predict what’s about to happen before it does. Perhaps it’s because I’d gawked at her naked form a bit too long. Or that passing glance at her bedroom window as I headed out for a hunt with the crew.

Or maybe it’s hearing her seductive moans from outside her door. Either way, I’d felt an intense attraction toward Mia Alverez from the moment I discovered her across the river.

My only hesitation is that fated mate bond I’d been holding out for. That’s why I end up hanging at the side of the bed until she makes the first move. When she does, rising to her knees and pushing herself forward, I make no attempt to move back.

Instead, I’m frozen to the spot. Until her lips find mine, the plushness of her kiss imbues my desire for her.

It’s all it takes for me to deepen the kiss with a plunge of my tongue. To pull her closer with brute strength, her voluptuous breasts pressed to my hard chest. She’s supple in all the right places, her hips fitting perfectly in my hands.

It’s carnal desire that overtakes us at that moment. An innate need, thanks to the animal inside us. It’s my beast that controls my every move as I push Mia to the bed, parting her thighs with my knees and settling there.

Feeling the intensity of my arousal against the heat of her core, I break the kiss only to stare into her face.

I have no idea what I’m doing – just that it feels right. Still, the gentleman in me won’t allow me to take what isn’t mine.

“Is this okay?” I murmur lightly, stroking her cheek with lithe fingers.

She stares deeply into my eyes, sheepishly nodding as the brown depths darken with wantonness. I can practically feel her need melt from her core, the only restriction being the cotton shorts she’s wearing.

Her eyelids flutter like the wings of a butterfly, elegant and dreamy as she nods. Sighing in relief at her consent, I crush my lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

My hands are all over her, caressing her smooth skin and lifting the hem of her t-shirt in the process. When her firm breasts spill out, I cup them in each hand.

She drinks my moan of pleasure when her nipples become erect between my thumbs and indexes.

Goddess… She feels wonderful writhing in torment beneath me. Craving friction – I can tell by the way she mewls. Almost begging me to give her what she desires the most.

I’m only too eager to do just that. All caution has been lost in the wind of her frenzied cries for release.

A she-wolf in heat. An Alpha sharing that instinctive feeling. That’s all we are in this moment as I embark on an exploration of her body.

Leaving her sweet lips only to pepper kisses on her collarbones, she cards her fingers through my hair as I descend on her.

With open-mouth kisses along the valley between her breasts, I gently squeeze the mounds with both hands. Her moans fill the air around us, compelling me to go further.

Laving kisses down her torso, I hitch my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts.

Pulling it down as I go lower, my airways are filled with the sweet, rich scent of her sex. Her arousal that drips down her slit entices me until I latch my lips over her clit.

Her taste is extraordinarily sweet, deliciously intoxicating my taste buds and fueling my desire. My erection becomes painfully tight in the constraints of my pants. But I need to taste more of her.

Lifting my lips off her swollen bundle of nerves, she squirms from the sensation. I smirk as I drop my tongue into her aching hole, plunging it into her depths. It’s warm and moist, inviting me to lick and flick between her tight walls.

Of all the things that could be pleasurable, the most inebriating thing is seeing her face contort with the pleasure I give her. When she throws her head back, arching for me and pushing her hips forward, my cock throbs with need.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m about to burst at the seams. Nibbling lightly on her folds, I slowly drag my teeth away to the beautiful sounds of her moaning.

“Beautiful…” I murmur appreciatively as I travel my lips back toward her neck. As I glide upward, I remove the restraints of my pants in one fluid motion.

As Mia stares into my eyes, her brown orbs glossed over with the most heated desire, she bites her bottom lip. Tugging the moist, swollen bud between her teeth, she’s the picture of seduction.

And it drives me insane.

I seize her lips, hungrily devouring our kisses as if it’s the sustenance on which I thrive. The rawness of the moment is amplified when I enter her, burying my length between the soft, moist folds of her womanhood.

As soon as I enter her, I feel her walls squeezing me in. Her walls constrict while her lungs widen, moaning so loud that I’m compelled to capture her lips again. Drinking the sweet sounds she makes as I begin to steadily thrust inside her.

I cradle her face with both hands, staring into her soul which seems to be beckoning me in with every thrust. As if she’s calling me to go deeper, challenging me with the intensity of her gaze.

It’s too brilliantly intense, my vision growing hazy as I pound into her. Her arms close in around my neck, so I draw her onto my lap. Still thrusting up into her, I grab her thighs and bounce her on my cock.

The air around us is filled with salacious grunts and moans, and the smell of sex and sweat hangs all around.

It’s baser and raw, and completely inebriating as she rides my length. Every time she sinks onto me, her walls bury my shaft into their depths. It’s a perfect fit.

So perfect, that our climaxes come in unison. Clasping my fingers over her rear, I hold her down at the base of my cock, spilling hot ropes of cum inside her.

As soon as we’re spent, I scoop Mia into my arms and lay on the bed. Whatever just happened is so intense, that it’s only exhaustion left to be felt.

Stirring awake, I realize where I am when I feel a delicate weight on my arm. I open my eyes fully to find Mia sound asleep, her head resting on my arm.

In the aftermath of our passionate tryst, I realize what a mistake I’d made. Mia Alverez is the Omega of Blackclaw.

Not my fated mate.

As panic begins to rise like bile inside my throat, I carefully remove my arm from under her. Slowly enough not to wake her, I’m finally free and able to climb out of bed.

I don’t know what took over me. As I hang by the bed and stare down at Mia’s sleeping form, regret washes over me. I have no idea what I was thinking – acting like a brute with no moral compass.

Shivering with the thought, I slowly tiptoe out of the bedroom. Only sighing with relief when I’m outside the door. It’s like I breathe for the first time, releasing the pent-up breath I’d been holding in when I realized what I’d done.

Baser instinct. That’s all it was. Perhaps, subconsciously, I’d given up on the idea of finding my fated mate when Blackclaw offered the alliance through marriage. Deep down, I knew I had to give up that hope.

Still, this is the guilt that I didn’t want to feel. The burden on my shoulders now hangs heavy because I’ve made love to someone who isn’t my fated mate. A strong belief I’d upheld for twenty-four years, now crushed because of baser desires…

I’m a fool. A reckless fool who needs to get his priorities in order. Even now, I can’t marry the Blackclaw Omega in exchange for my sister’s marriage. Heck! I can’t marry anyone that isn’t my mate in exchange for my sister’s happiness.

Tormented by my plight, I steal away from Mia’s room, heading to mine. The only refuge I have for now is the four walls of my bedroom. I’ll find another distraction later.