Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 88

Standing on the large deck facing the lake, the silhouettes of several wolves were visible through the sheer curtains. The three tallest wolves stood ramrod straight, gazes trained intently on us. From their broad chests and increased heights, they had to be males. They watched intently with only an occasional slight twitch of their big heads. Three smaller wolves padded silently around them, aggressively rubbing the length of their fur against their mates, sniffing and nipping for attention.

Hycinth stared at them without speaking. I couldn’t interpret her expression. She didn’t look upset. If anything, she seemed curious, studying them as inquisitively as they watched her. Either way, I had no intention of letting her lose focus on the task at hand. Without warning, I spanked her p***y, the distinct thwack of my hand against her wet flesh echoing loudly in the air.

“Oh!” Hycinth yelped, her attention instantly locking back on me, lake blue’s wide, breath coming in stuttered puffs.

“Focus on me,” I ordered.

Her eyes dropped to half-mast, her increased arousal fueled by my forceful display of dominance. She’d just come, but there was no break in the heat and calculation of her stare. She wanted more, and she wanted it right now.

I was good with that. So was my c**k, which I noticed hadn’t deflated in the least and was one hundred percent ready and eager to replace its way backin her s*x. In a smooth movement, I repositioned my body and surged forward in one violent thrust, possessing her completely.

“Yes!” Hycinth shouted, head thrown back. She clenched around me.

Dipping my head, I wrapped my lips around her hardened nipple, sucking and flicking the hard little bud with my teeth.

Hycinth whimpered, “Leander…”

High on the scent and taste of her skin, I snarled in response and showed no mercy. Spine flexing, I snapped my h**s forward, rocking her body with so much force, I had to grip her shoulder to keep from shoving her up the bed. Hycinth didn’t mind my use of excess strength. Legs locking around me, her heels dug into my h**s. Little fingers clawed down my back. Feral growls emitted from her throat, matching my aggression.

She was insatiable, and I was happy to accommodate her needs. Our passion went on for seemingly endless hours.

At some point in the middle of the night during one of our short breaks, Hycinth lay by my side with her eyes closed but I knew she wasn’t sleeping. “I’ll be right back,” I murmured and slid off the bed.

Her head lifted, lips turned down into a frown at my distance.

Walking to one of the nearby curtains, I pulled it back and gathered the plate of food and drinks the wolves had prepared and left for us. They would continually feed us over the next few days. When I returned to the bed, Hycinth’s irritated expression softened. She sat up, completely unconcerned with her nakedness. I had to bite back a growl at the image of her delectable breasts bathed in the moon’s iridescent glow.

The bed dipped as I crawled back on. Setting the overflowing plate to the side, I pulled Hycinth close between my legs. “Are you hungry, love?”

As if responding for her, her belly took that moment to growl. She flushed prettily and eyed the food in anticipation, licking her lips. “Yes.”

The roasted pig meat was so tender, it was easy to pull apart with my fingers. I lifted a bite to Hycinth’s lips. Without any hesitation, Hycinth opened her mouth, eating the warm offering from my hand. Her eyes dropped closed, a low m**n of approval slipping from her lips, as she chewed slowly. When she finished, she looked up at me, lake blue orbs glittering with satisfaction. “Sooo good.”

I grinned. Taking a bite for myself, I thoroughly understood her pleasure. It tasted fantastic and practically melted in my mouth. I lifted an apple slice along with a bit of meat to her mouth. “Try this. The sweet corn, potatoes and apples were roasted inside the pig.”

Opening her mouth, Hycinth eagerly accepted the food and bit down. Another g***n came from her throat, and a bit of juice dribbled down her chin as she chewed and then swallowed.

I stared, transfixed, at the droplet and leaned in to capture it with my tongue, savoring the taste of her skin. Unable to stop myself, I licked her lips slowly, indulgently. Instantly, little fingers found their way to my scalp. Hycinth tugged on the locks of my hair, pulling herself closer, lifting up on her knees to give herself better leverage over me.

Before she could get carried away again, I wrapped my hands around her wrists and forced them away from my head, pushing her back down to a seated position. “Not yet, little mouse. Eat first. Then f**k.”

She pouted, but then her attention went back to the still full plate of food, ravenous hunger shining in her irises.

Holding a glass of ice cold sparkling punch to her mouth, Hycinth took a long sip and pulled back, licking her lips in satisfaction. “What’s in the drink?” she asked inquisitively.

“Cherries, grape juice, triple sec, vodka, ice, ginger ale and fresh cut strawberries.”

“Hmm…I love it.”

“It’s one of my favorites,” I agreed, swallowing down the drink, enjoying the way the cold liquid soothed my throat.

We spent the next twenty minutes indulging in the perfectly cooked meat and vegetables. But Hycinth hadn’t entirely given up her playful antics. With every bite, she seductively held my gaze, sucked on my fingers and purposefully licked them clean.

We were almost done eating which was a good thing because her little tongue was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t hold out much longer. Finally, when the last bite was gone, I slid the plate and glasses to the empty side table.

“Such a tease,” I growled and pounced on Hycinth causing her to squeal as we began again.

Hour after hour went by…

The sun came up and then set twice, all while we f****d. I’m not sure my d**k ever went down even when we took short breaks to sleep or eat. It was ridiculous. But her pheromones were like an aphrodisiac made perfectly for me. Resisting wasn’t an option.

By the third day, Hycinth no longer seemed bothered by the attentive wolves outside. My goal had been to immerse the mated pairs as much as possible. They’d heard our cries of pleasure, even joining in on occasion, howling their joy, and the scent of our combined pheromones and s*x was thick, filling their nostrils. Touch would come soon, and maybe even taste. The only thing missing now was sight.

Gripping her h**s tightly, I kept Hycinth’s a*s tilted in the air at the angle I liked, allowing me the most depth, and thrust into her hard from behind.

“Leander!” she shrieked, rocking on her hands and knees as I pounded relentlessly into her, enjoying the way her spine arched beneath me. She loved the position as much as I did.

Bringing her closer and closer to the edge, I wrapped her long locks of hair around my fist and forced her head up in the direction of the wolves outside the long wall of gauzy curtains. All of the wolves had congregated on the large deck, relaxing after their recent meal, some standing while others sat grooming each other.

I curled my body over Hycinth’s back and slowed down, grinding against her with every deep, controlled thrust. My request was low and gravelly, thick with l**t, “You are so f*****g beautiful. Will you let them see what I see?”

Every Wolf’s attention turned in our direction… It was clear they’d heard me.

Hycinth sucked in a sharp breath, understanding what I was asking for. She hesitated and panted beneath me, “I-I don’t know..”

“You’ve gone this far,” I encouraged her softly. “They’ve already heard and seen the shape of you, of us together. It wouldn’t be much different.”

Her breaths were uneven. Another slow minute went by before she gave me her answer…