Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 86

Goosebumps ran across my skin at the feral noise of him. Before today, I’d wondered if I would feel hesitant, that maybe Leander would have to convince me into intimacy. I realized now both were so far from true, it was ridiculous. Leander had what I needed. The little beads of liquid rolling down my thighs were proof. He belonged to me…

…and I was going to take what was mine.

Three more steps forward, I stood directly in front of him. Pleasure and approval at my submission radiated from his dark liquid eyes.

Abruptly, one big paw wrapped around my back and jerked me flush against his chest. His free hand wound through my hair and gripped the nape of my neck. Keeping my head where he wanted it, his lips crashed down on mine, fierce and aggressive.

My b***d ignited with l**t, set ablaze by his talented tongue and the feeling of his arousal and pressed against my belly. I met him back ferociously, biting and nipping at his lips, taking what I wanted, not caring when the scent of b***d wafted through my nostrils from my overzealousness.

Gripping my thighs with enough force to leave marks, Leander jerked my body up and wrapped my legs around his waist, my wet cunt smashed into the side of his c**k.

“Oh!” I gasped, the sound cut off by his insistent tongue licking into my mouth. Up and down, he lifted me, my body gliding effortlessly along the side of his shaft with another rush of fluid. I pulled out of the k**s with a snarl and locked my legs around his waist, bucking wildly against him. The delicious friction was driving me mad. Just a little bit more and…

But Leander wasn’t having it. His big paws halted the movement my h**s. “Oh, no, little mouse, when you come, it’s going to be wrapped around my c**k.”

I let out another snarl. How dare he deny me!

Fine…

If I wasn’t coming until I was around his c**k, then so be it. I liked that idea better anyway. Sinking my claws into the flesh of his shoulders to hold him in place, I squirmed to make the connection. Wetness trickled beneath my nails embedded in his skin. The scent of his b***d filled the air.

I should have known Leander wouldn’t relinquish control that easily.

A loud growl came from his chest. Punishing my bad behavior, his hand came down fast and hard, spanking my a*s twice. A startled yip slipped from my throat as my buttcheeks jiggled from the impacts and burned from the sting.

Taking me by the scruff of my neck, Leander jerked my head back in place and forced his tongue into my mouth at his own pleasure, mimicking the movement and penetration his c**k would have.

Little sparks of pain radiated from my scalp where his fingers twisted and pulled my hair, but I didn’t care about the discomfort…I just wanted more.

Without realizing we’d even moved, I suddenly felt Leander lift one knee and climb onto the bed with me still firmly attached to his front. When he reached the center, he fell forward. I landed hard on my back, the full weight of him bearing down on my front, his body nestled between my legs.

I gasped at the impact, the breath knocked out of me a little, but loved feeling the weight of him, pinning me down.

Finally breaking the k**s, Leander lifted on his forearms to look at me. His pupils were blown, no color remained. He snapped his h**s forward, still gliding on the outside of my s*x. He punctuated the movement with a husky demand, “Is this what you want, little mouse? My c**k inside you?”

I couldn’t speak. A low m**n mewed from my throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My spine arched as I keened my breasts toward him, desperate for his touch.

Leander didn’t disappoint. Head coming down, his mouth wrapped around one nipple. He wasn’t gentle. Sucking ferociously, pleasure and pain rippled through me. The little bud hardened even more from his aggression. Not leaving the other one unattended, thick digits pinched and pulled until I was writhing beneath him and crying out, certain his marks would be left behind. I reveled in the thought. I wanted him to mark my flesh. I wanted a permanent reminder of his touch.

Leander didn’t relent his torturous pleasure. He simply moved his mouth to my other breast and his hand down between my legs. When two fingers speared me, I gasped, “Leander!”

Not releasing my breast from his mouth, he g*****d, “So f*****g wet….”

That part was true. My arousal was dripping down the crack of my a*s. But I wasn’t the only one. Leander’s d**k rested on my thigh, and he was leaking a river of pre-cum.

Leander stroked inside my channel, curling his fingers to rub against the sensitive fleshy spot and then retreated. Moaning and arching, my back bowed in supplication. My h**s jerked up automatically to meet the motion of his hand.

Leander let out a ragged breath, hot against my breast. “That’s it, little mouse, ride my fingers.”

Fingers sliding into my slickness again, his thumb brushed over my clit. Once. Twice. But not enough…

“Leander,” I whimpered, “I need…”

Apparently, he couldn’t hold back anymore either because his head came up and he shifted his weight, centering himself between my legs. I felt the head of his c**k at my entrance. Wild anticipation surged down my spine, curling my toes.

Eyes blazing fire, Leander gritted out a warning, “I can’t be gentle.”

I didn’t care if he was gentle or not. I needed him inside of me right that very moment, or I might very well expire. I hissed, “Do it!”

Grunting loudly, Leander surged forward, possessing me in one violent thrust.

I screamed. My spine arched of its own accord. Moisture filled my eyes as pain and pleasure tore me apart but somehow put me back together again even better than before. It was as if he’d set me on fire. Everything burned brightly.

Leander held perfectly still, his chest heaving as he took in large gulps of air. Coiled muscles trembled beneath my fingertips. His entire body shook, fighting against the overwhelming instinct to rut as he panted, “Are you okay?”

I was done waiting. I showed him my teeth and snarled, “I didn’t want to talk…f**k me!”

Wicked amusement curled his lips, his expression turning dangerous. The gleam in his eye whispered that I didn’t truly understand what I was demanding…but I would.

He pulled almost all of the way out before slamming his h**s forward and burying his thick c**k to the hilt. My squeal turned into a prolonged howl as his spine flexed, and he rode me hard and fast.

Breast bouncing with each rough shove, I rolled my h**s, lost in the insatiable hunger to mate. My eyes closed. Leander took me by the scruff of my neck again. “Open your eyes! Look at the male you’re f*****g.”

My eyes flew open. I saw him, I saw everything about him. Wild and unrestrained, beautiful and dominant. My greatest temptation…my other half.

Keeping my gaze locked on his, my tongue flickered out, tasting the salt of his chest. His scent alone drove me crazy, but his taste…the musk of his skin made me ravenous for more.

Leander sucked in a sharp breath. Reaching beneath my thighs, he pulled my knees higher, almost bending me in half. His h**s pistoned with even more force, the change in angle caused his c**k to hit a spot inside of me that sent me reeling from the intense pleasure.

I was close, right on the edge. My insides quivered and shook. I cried out, “Leander!”

“That’s it, come for me, little mouse,” his words were broken by grunts, his voice gravelly. “Let me feel you squeeze my c**k.”

My core contracted, hard. I let out a shriek, pleasure blooming from my center, hot and intense, radiating out until even my legs were jerking from the tsunami of tactile sensation.

Leander’s head whipped side to side, eyes shut tight, as he cursed, “Fuuckk! You feel so good.”

And then the woods erupted around us…

Wolves howling their joy into the night.