Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 42

Rather than let me calm down and get myself under control, the asshat leaned in and whispered hungrily in my ear, “The things I’m shortcake. His expression changed. He positively radiated s****l intent as he slowly brought his mouth down.

Was he going to k**s me?! Here? Now?

My already racing heart took off like a rocket, thumping in my chest. I sat frozen, unable to move as he slowly eliminated the space between us. However, rather than replaceing his lips against mine, I felt his tongue sweep out and lick the corner of my mouth- apparently a bit of cream was left over there.

Regardless of the benign reason for the touch, seeing his I’m-going-to-taste-you-e verywhere-soon expression and feeling his tongue lick the edge of my lips caused arousal to positively burst out of me. It was like a ripcord had been pulled and stunning heat shot through my belly making my pelvis clench and my toes curl. I had to wrap my hands into fists…to keep myself from jumping on him and riding him hard like my own personal pony.

A deep, throaty chuckle came from his chest, and the twinkling, mischievous look in his eyes told me that bastard knew exactly what he’d done.

Damn him!

I focused on not panting, still struggling against my base impulses. Several rather creative ideas for how I might use his body for my pleasure flashed through my mind.

Rather than let me calm down and get myself under control, the asshat leaned in and whispered hungrily in my ear, “The things I’m going to do to you…”

My p***y contracted so hard that my a*s clenched along with it.

It took every ounce of my self-control not to slap the shit out of him. Or demand he whip out his c**k and service me right then and there. My chest heaved, and my body tingled as I was lost in the moment, unable to look away from his devastatingly beautiful gaze. Thankfully, Ever and Gwen had mercy on me and interrupted my fixation. Ever coughed loudly and Gwen chastised, “Leander, stop messing with her like that.”

Leander just smirked, completely unapologetic, but he did refocus on the shortcake, gathering another forkful and holding it out to me. I held my hand up and rasped, “Absolutely not.” Damn, I meant for those words to come out firm and commanding, not like a throaty plea to s*x-me-up.

He chuckled again but actually ate the bite himself rather than try to force feed me again. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, however, now I worried there might be an obvious wet spot on the back of my dress. Not that any of the wolves would care or think twice about it if they saw it.

They’d already experienced the scent of my arousal. Repeatedly now. And wolves were very visual creatures. Our fur sides had no compunction against copulating around other wolves. It was the same in the wild.

When we finally finished, and I had calmed down, we stood to our feet and received Wolf after Wolf, some bearing gifts and others communicating their appreciation and excitement for the upcoming Claiming Ceremony, the females rubbing their cheeks against mine and the males doing some sort of hand-clasp man-hug thing with Leander.

Abruptly, there was a break in the crowd, and I was thrilled to see Luca walk toward us! His wrists were shackled together, and he had a wolf on either side of him, but he was out of the dungeon!

“Lucky!” I couldn’t contain my excitement. When he reached us, I immediately took a step to hug him, but Lucky stepped back out of my reach and gave Leander a slanted look, asking, “If I hug my baby sister, are you going to grab my c**k?”

Funnily enough, Leander didn’t answer right away. He actually had to consider the question. Oh, this was ridiculous. I placed a hand on his chest to get his attention. A muscle ticked in his jaw. He held my gaze, not wanting to relent, and stated flatly, “Isn’t it enough that he’s here? Do you have to touch him?”

I understood this was hard for him. I’d seen how possessive both he and his Wolf were…he was fighting his very nature to allow physical contact between me and an unmated male that had no b***d tie to me. But I had to make him understand and whispered, “He’s my brother…he’s the only family I have left.”

There was a flicker of pain in Leander’s eyes, and his hands clenched into fists, but he took a deliberate step back, giving Lucky a hard nod. The eyes of Leander’s Wolf glared as I stepped forward and reached around Lucky’s shoulders for a hug. I didn’t stay connected for long, just enough to whisper, “I’m so glad you’re here,” before stepping away.

He raised his shackled hands. “I’d hug you back, but…”

I rolled my eyes and then found Leander’s again. He stepped forward and practically curled himself around me, his l*p twitching to keep it from rolling back and revealing the canines that had descended beneath. I let Leander hold me in almost a death grip and stroked his chest with my fingers to reassure his Wolf, as I whispered, “Thank you…for having him here.”

I wasn’t under any disillusions that Leander intended to set Lucky free anytime before we left. However, I appreciated his thoughtfulness in having Lucky attend the ceremony. He’d actually done the same thing for our failed ceremony the day before as well. I just hadn’t stayed around long enough to see him. So, Lucky hadn’t been too surprised when I wanted to talk to him about what happened. Other than my reasoning for challenging a ridiculously dominant and feral Alpha, Lucky had had a first-hand account of my public spanking. I cringed again at the memory.

Leander nodded, relaxing a little. Lucky was acting nonchalant, but he kept a wary eye on Leander as we chatted.

“Did you get something to eat?” I asked Lucky.

He grinned, “Hell yes. Gotta say, even in the dungeon, the food here is way better than any of those concoctions you call meals at home.”

I stuck out my tongue at him. “So what if I’m not a connoisseur in the kitchen? I’m brilliant in every other way.”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course you are, little sis. Of course you are.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t like your tone.”

He snorted.

“Fine. You just wait until you want me to finish that tattoo on your back. I might just accidentally write, “Tommy’s bitch,” somewhere in pretty cursive letters.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Lucky hissed.

I innocently batted my eyelashes. “Wouldn’t I?”

“Tommy?” Leander asked quizzically, looking from me back to Lucky and reevaluating him to see if he missed a sign regarding his s****l preference.

Luca smirked, and I knew in the victorious glint in his eyes, that I had made a grave mistake. He turned to Leander and purred, “Tommy is a motorcycle aficionado, otherwise known as a biker with a local Motorcycle Club…who has a distinct affinity for little Hycinth here.”

Instantly, I felt tension rolled through Leander’s chest. A fierce growl hummed out his throat, enough that Ever turned his head in our direction, his eyes immediately alert and searching for what had caused Leander’s reaction. I tried to keep the panic out of my tone as I said quickly, “No. Don’t even think about it! There’s no romantic history of any kind there. He’s harmless!”

Luca snorted again, looking far too unconcerned for my tastes. “If you call staring at her tits all the time harmless, then yeah, sure.”

Leander’s entire body shuddered, another growl coming out, low and dangerous. I sucked in a deep breath and snapped at Luca, “Are you trying to get the man killed?!”

Lucky snorted again. If he kept snorting, I was going to shove something straight up his nose. He drawled, “Tommy can hold his own. Once he started shooting, the wolves were happy to leave him alone.” I remembered he’d told me that both Tommy and Leroy survived the Wolf encounter, but I certainly didn’t want to encourage another.