Chapter Thirteen

Aster

I stayed in the living room with Snowball on my lap as Wolfe helped get Noel settled into bed. He had to be exhausted. Goodness knew I was. We played hard, and it was everything.

"He's already out." Wolfe squatted in front of me. "And you, Snowball, you need to sit over here a minute." He slid his hands under the sleeping kitten and moved them over to a cushion they had commandeered earlier. "Sleep well little one, Daddy has plans."

"Plans?"

"Yeah, plans. There's something I need to do." He held my cheeks and sealed his lips to mine, kissing me with so much passion, I felt tingling again, only this wasn't elf magic; it was all Wolfe. "I needed that.

"Me too."

Wolfe's lips met mine again, but this time it was different, soft and warm. My breath caught in my throat as he pressed closer, deepening the kiss. This wasn't about wanting to act on our attraction; it was more. I could feel it through every fiber of my being.

I pulled back slightly, searching his blue eyes. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered, not wanting to wake Noel in the next room.

"I'm sure, Aster," he breathed. "I want you as my mate."

His words sent more tingles through my body. I inhaled deeply, drinking in the omega wolf's intoxicating scent—fresh pine needles and sweet honey mixed with nutmeg. Yummy, delicious nutmeg. My alpha instincts roared to life, urging me to claim him, mark him as mine.

They needed to simmer down. There was time for that later. Now was time for kissing.

I captured his mouth again hungrily, my tongue delving past his parted lips to taste him fully. Wolfe moaned and melted against me, his arms wrapping around my neck. We could stay here like this or head to his room where we had guaranteed privacy. I chose the second.

In one swift motion, I lifted him into my arms, relishing the feel of his lithe body pressed to mine.

Still kissing him feverishly, I carried Wolfe down the darkened hallway to his bedroom. I laid him gently on the bed, our lips parting only briefly before crashing together once more in a tangle of lust and need.

I couldn't remember ever being this hard before. As our kiss broke, both of us needing air, I took his hands and helped him stand.

"We are entirely too clothed for this." I gave his hands a squeeze.

"Agreed." His lips were slightly swollen. Scrumptious.

We stripped off each other's clothes, our movements unhurried and deliberate. Each touch, each caress, each article of clothing that fell to the floor had us one step closer to where we both wanted to be—together.

I traced my fingers over his body, committing every inch to memory, looking forward to doing the same with my tongue. I explored his every curve and valley, leaving a trail of goose bumps in my wake. My cock, hard and throbbing, ached to be inside him, but I forced myself to take it slow. Tonight was about savoring the moment, about making this memory last an eternity.

Once every article of clothing was gone and the scent of his slick filled the air, I guided him down on the bed, my lips leaving a trail of kisses down his chest, over his flat stomach, and finally resting at his happy trail. Wolfe was already hard, his cock glistening with a drop of pre-cum. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer; I licked the drop away, savoring his sweetness and saltiness on the tip of my tongue.

Wolfe moaned, arching his hips against me, not so silently begging for more. I smiled, knowing I held all the power in this moment. I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him in time with my mouth's exploration of his body. I loved the way he squirmed under me, the soft gasps escaping his lips music to my ears.

I continued downward, kissing and nibbling along his inner thighs, edging ever closer to his slick entrance. I could smell his arousal, musky and rich, and it nearly had me coming, right then and there. Gently, I teased his entrance, circling it with my tongue before plunging inside the heat that awaited me.

Wolfe cried out, his fingers digging into the sheets as I slid my tongue inside him, tasting the tangy sweetness of his slick. I loved the sensation of his tightness around my tongue, the way his body clenched and unclenched around me. His taste was unlike anything I'd ever experienced—a heady mix of spice and desire.

My fingers joined my mouth, slipping inside him with little resistance. First one digit then another. I curled my fingers, searching for that sweet spot that would drive him wild. I knew I found it when Wolfe's cry of pleasure tickled my ears. I continued to alternate between tongue and fingers, wanting him to love every second of our time together.

He begged for more…for everything, and I wouldn't have been able to deny him, even if I wanted to, which I didn't.

I crawled up to join him, pulling him close as we both caught our breath. "I needed a snack," I said with a smirk. "The night is still young, and I'm far from finished with you. I'm going to give you everything you asked for."

I grabbed a pillow and put it under his hips. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes when we came together for the first time.

I positioned myself at his entrance and looked deep into his eyes.

"Mate me, alpha. Make me yours."

I wanted that more than anything, but only if he wasn't saying it in the heat of passion. It wasn't a decision you could take back.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Aster," he breathed. "I want this. I want you. Fate doesn't make mistakes and, for some reason, they dubbed me lucky enough to have you."

With those words, I plunged inside him, his tightness enveloping my length. Wolfe arched his back and let out a muffled cry.

Slowly, I began to move—in and out, each thrust more powerful than the last. As the climax inside built, I couldn't last much longer. He felt too good. Too right.

"Wolfe," I growled against his skin, "I'm close. I'm going to come."

"Yes," he panted, his hips arching to meet mine. "Mark me, alpha. Mark me as yours."

I wrapped my hand around his cock and jerked him as he came, my orgasm following right after. He pulled me down to him and, as my knot swelled inside him, his teeth sank into my flesh and mine into his, marking each other in the way of his beast. It was primal and sexy and so much more than I thought it would be.

And best of all, it was only our beginning.

We lay in each other's arms, bound by my knot until it deflated. We were both sticky messes.

"You get your shower first." I kissed his cheek.

"It's big enough for both of us." He nibbled on my bottom lip. "And it will save time and water."

It ended up saving neither. Best. Shower. Ever.