The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 102 Book 2 Chapter 34

He pulled her closer to him, taking her lips between his…in everything she did, she remained the best he’d ever have.

Her k****s were the best…

And the s*x was outrageously good…

She was also the best at taking him off his horse…she made him see that his pride wasn’t all that when it came to her. For her he’d gravel on his knees and as an alpha, he had never thought of doing that before.

She changed him, his mother tried, but she wasn’t good enough…Celeste was the pure heart he wanted in his life. The moon goddess might be a picky little b*tch, but he couldn’t be happier that she picked a dandelion out of a bunch of red roses for him.

He didn’t see anyone who could fix him the way she did…he got spoiled so much as a kid that he thought that it was possible for him to have his way all the time, to be the one who always won…but after almost losing her made him realize that if he didn’t treat what he wanted right, he’d someday lose it.

From now on, he’d live for her. He’d protect her heart as though it was his, he’d give her what she wanted too; anything… She could wake him up at one in the morning to ask him for one of his shirt and he’d get up and give it to her…

He didn’t want to lose her again, she was a beautiful girl, her smiles were to die for, her eyes were so pretty, anybody would want her and he couldn’t give them any space to take her away from him.

He’d follow her around as though he was her tail, he’d speak for her, breathe for her…only the goddess could really tell how much he loved the woman sitting desperately in front of him…

He was sure she didn’t know how much he loved her either…she was only conscious about a fragment of his feelings…for if she knew about it all, she wouldn’t have been afraid to give herself to him.

He might’ve done her wrong, but despite that…he loved her with all his heart. He was sorry for pretending not to in the beginning, he was sorry for pushing her away, for hurting her…he really wished he had accepted her the moment he sunk his teeth into her neck that night.

Between them would’ve been a greater bond, more familiarity, but they were building towards it, getting to know each other little by little.

She could be so open sometimes…she was afraid to speak her mind, but a little persuasion and her little lips would be trembling in anxiety as she spoke. He knew how she’d grip her clothes and fumble when she was nervous, he knew how she’d avert her eyes everytime she attempted a lie, he knew how red her cheeks could get when she became shy and he knew how needy she was when it came onto s*x…

He knew all of that and he wanted to know more, so much more…he wanted to be aware of everything about her, he wished she was a book he could read over and over again, he’d study her every single day, he’d know her wholly; just like he knew her flawless body.

Her perfect blue eyes…

Her nice red lips…

Her slender neck that was always filled with hickeys from him…

Her breast that protruded with a firm stance from her chest.

Her flat stomach that now seemed a little bigger, a little bloated…a little round…so unnoticeable that he thought that it was his imagination tricking him, that he desired it too much, so much that his eyes were forging just what he wanted to see…he hadn’t seen it last night…buy was he even looking?

The perfection that laid between her legs…the plumped flesh that reigned against both side of her juicy, pink clit and the tight opening that always hooked him like a fish…luckily he was always able to survive the vice grips and stop himself from slipping and sliding in her wetness.

Her firm a*s cheeks that fitted perfectly in his hands…

Her soft, smooth and milky thighs which he always took pleasure in rubbing…

Her legs and just everything else…

He knew her like the back of his hands…like her body was his and that’s why he was able to pleasure her the way he did…that’s why his name was always on the tip of her tongue whenever he was making love with her…that’s why she was so desperate, so needy…that’s why s—

“Zillon…?”

Zillon jumped out of his thoughts, his eyes fixated on Celeste who had just now pulled away from the k**s they had been sharing. Her lips were pouted, her body pressed up against his.

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t you want me?”

“Kitten you know I do, I’m so hard for you right now…”

She laid her head in crook of his neck, grinding against him. “Then why aren’t you touching me? You…you weren’t even kissing back.”

“I’m sorry baby, I was so absorbed in my thoughts of ‘pleasing you’ that I neglected the very act of ‘pleasing you’…” His hands circled her waist, dropping to grip the perfect globes of her a*s. “Forgive me, yes?”

Celeste nodded, laying an innocent k**s against his neck. “This is where I want to mark you. I was so eager on the night of the ceremony and I didn’t get to…I…I want to reschedule it…I want to own you as much as you own me.”

Pride like no other filled Zillon’s chest, his hands slipping away from her a*s cheeks to spread her legs wider. “F*ck the ceremony babe, I marked you the very first night I saw you. My wolf had lost its control…I don’t know why he was so desperate to mark you as his, but if he hadn’t marked you…I don’t think we’d be where we are now. I was so f*cking stubborn, but that bite on your neck, your confidence that I’d someday replace my way to you was what swayed me. You don’t have to mark me at the ceremony…” His finger ran along her clit, slowly sinking into her wetness. “You can do it now…let’s make this our little ceremony before the official one.”