The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

I curl a lock of her hair around my index finger. “No? You sure, angel? Because I seriously want to kick the ass of every boy who’s ever touched you.” I’ve gone way too far, but I can’t seem to dial back the competitive aggression burning just below the surface now.

She shoves at my chest and when I don’t move, tries to duck under my arm.

Yeah, I definitely went too far.

“Wait.” I catch her and pull her back. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being an asshole.”

“Yeah. You are.”

I flip her around, hold her against me until she stops struggling. Her scent envelops me, and I know she really is an angel. I’m in heaven. My lips nuzzle her ear. “I’m trying. You see how difficult this is for me…” I rub my cock against her bare rear.

Her breath grows ragged. “I know. I can help with that.”

“Thank you, Sedona.” Although it pains me, I release her. “But I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

She hides the hurt confusion on her face. “Whatever.” She stalks to the bed and sits down, arms crossed over her chest.

“You can’t seriously think I don’t want you.” My goddamn dick bobs in front of me as nodding in agreement.

She gives a shrug.

“No, I mean for me, there’s no fooling around. Not with you. Because I wouldn’t be satisfied with just one night.”

She shakes her head, muttering something about men and overinflated opinions of their stamina.

“One night wouldn’t be enough because I’d want more of you. Not sex. Not fooling around. You.” I take a deep breath and tell her the truth. “If my wolf was ready to choose a mate, I’d choose a she-wolf like you.”

“What?”

“Kind. Intelligent. Educated.”

A smile plays over her lips. “You forgot smoking hot.”

“Muneca, I didn’t forget.”

She laughs and her breasts bounce lightly. My cock is so hard I’m in pain. But I’d give anything to see her laugh again.

I sit next to her, leaving a space between us. My heart stops racing when I get a lungful of her scent. My wolf seems content I’m with my female. Maybe I can do this.

I bump her shoulder with mine. “I changed my mind. Let’s fool around.”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not. I would never.” I search for a peace offering, and remember the mango. “Are you hungry?” Retrieving the fruit, I tear off a piece. She reaches for it and I shake my head. You want to play, doll? Let’s see how you handle this game.

I bring the mango to her lips. She holds onto the stiffness in her body for another moment, then leans forward to bite into the ripe yellow flesh. As expected, the fruit dribbles down her chin and neck, dropping onto her chest in sticky rivulets. “Oh my God,” she exclaims with her mouth full, hands flying up to catch the juice. She chews, moaning. “This is so good. Mangoes are not this good in the States.”

“It’s fresh. We have a grove inside the hacienda walls with all kinds of fruit-bearing trees-almond, avocado, lemon, lime, sapote, papaya.”

“Mmm.” She leans forward and takes another bite. “This is one reason I’ve always wanted to travel. The food.”

“You haven’t traveled?” I peel a new section, smiling like a fool as she lets me feed her.

She licks her lips and my vision darkens. The only thing keeping me from claiming her is my satisfaction watching her eat. My wolf is content, for now.

“I always wanted to get out, see the world. My folks won’t let me. They’re protective.”

“With good reason,” I say softly and feed her another bite.

“I used to think being named after an Arizona town was a curse. Like I’d never get to leave. Of course, my one trip ended with me here-” She waves a hand at the cell.

“You will get out of here safely, Sedona. You’ll get your chance to travel. You have my word.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Thanks.” She swallows and forces a smile. “Until then, I’m just going to pretend I’m stuck at a second-hand resort with an unfortunate dungeon theme. Of course, the food service here is very hands on.” She waggles her brows. A joke. Stuck in this hellhole with me, and she’s making a joke. She’s… incredible.

I can’t stop myself from leaning down and kissing the side of her mouth. I pull back immediately, but her taste lingers on my lips, a bit of mango sweetness. “Forgive me, I… you had something.” I gesture to her face.

“Like I said,” she grins. “Very hands on.”

At a loss for words, I raise the mango again. She eats like she’s ravenous, devouring the tender flesh. I make quick work of the peel, dropping it at our feet and turning the sticky fruit around and around until she’s eaten all the orange meat. “Sorry. I didn’t save you any.”

“I’m fine, muneca. Do you want the seed?” I’m dying as I offer it to her. She’s winning this game without even trying. I won’t survive the torture of watching her suck the seed, and yet every cell in my body requires I see it.

She lifts her brows. “What do you do with it?”

There. It’s all over. I have to show her. I push the seed between her lips, fuck her mouth with it.

Her eyes dilate, teeth clamp down and scrape the remaining flesh from the seed. I pull the seed out so she can swallow and she sounds breathless.

Fates take me now.

Her pretty pink tongue extends from her mouth to lick away some of the juice from her lips. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” My voice is pure gravel.

“Making love to me with a mango.”

I thrust the seed back between her lips. “No, beautiful. That wasn’t making love to you with a mango.” I pull the seed back out and trail it down her neck, between her breasts. I follow with my mouth, licking along the sweet trail of juice I’ve left. “This is making love to you with a mango.”

I drag it all the way down her belly, turn the seed flat side up and rub between her legs.

She cries out and tries to close her thighs but I make a sharp disapproving sound and she stills.

Fates, I’m really doing this.

She whimpers, rocking her pelvis down to grind into the fruit. We both pant as I rub it back and forth over her slit, her juices mingling with the mango’s. The sound is slick, like sex. I pull the mango seed away and bring it back with a slap, spanking her pussy. Her eyes widen and she emits a needy moan.

“Do you need me to clean up my mess, baby?” I slap her with the mango seed again. Our eyes are locked, and I’m hoping she’ll see I’ve reined the wolf in enough to do this for her. My cock may seriously break off it’s so hard, but pleasuring her is a need fueling me like no other.

Her head wobbles in a nod.

Thank the fates.

I drop to my knees beside the bed and lift one of her legs, propping it on my shoulder. With a flat tongue I lap up the mango juice, cleaning it until I get to her natural essence, that tang that makes my blood hum.

This is where I belong.

It’s like my entire life, which has been one giant, walking existential crisis, has been solved between her legs. Pleasuring my female is the only thing that matters in the world. I don’t give a fuck about the elders, or even mind that they wanted this, they plotted it. They’re probably watching it from the window. I only live for those cries of pleasure coming from Sedona’s throat, the way her fingers tear at my hair, urging me on. I make my tongue stiff and penetrate her, then move up to her sweet little clit. I suck on it, flick it, swirl my tongue around it. “Like that, beautiful?”

“No,” she moans, pulling my mouth back to her clit. I smile against her flesh, returning to my chosen duty.

Sensing her urgency, I give her more, screwing one finger into her pussy. She’s tight-unbelievably tight-and she moans on every exhale like she’s about to come. I curl my finger to reach her front wall, sweep it around until I find the place where the tissue wrinkles up when I touch it. Her G-spot.

She screams, rubbing her pussy over my face as her muscles clamp down on my finger in a singularly glorious release.

As if to punctuate the end of the show, the lights in the cell abruptly go out.