Mated by the Alpha

by Penelope Wylde

  What he felt would pass the second she was off his mountain.

  Any red-blooded man who had this raven-haired beauty beneath him would not be able to resist her sweet moans any more than he could.

  “Ethan!” She moved against him, her hoarse, lust-filled cry a plea for him to move faster, but he didn’t want this to end. Not yet. But it was hard to ignore the ripple of her soft velvety channel dripping with her lust for more.

  It was more than the moans, though. More than how her curves molded into him.

  It was her eyes. He’d had handfuls of women, but none of them made him suffer like Remy Dalton and her sapphire gaze.

  The way she looked at him when she thought he didn’t notice tied him in knots for hours. One flick of her gaze his way shot his blood to a boiling point and made his cock so hard he either had to have her right then or stroke one-off.

  Every. Single. Time.

  He hated her for it, yet loved her even more. But he stuffed it so damn deep in his mind it made him question his sanity.

  Fierce need clawed deep in his gut and he rested his forehead on her delicate shoulder. His cock pulsed and his balls drew up tight with the need to pump his cum deep inside her.

  He gripped her hips and drove in, hard and fast. The raged whimper Remy gave drove him to do it again.

  Remy was his. For now. It was enough. Had to be. And God, those sweet sighs he lifted from her lips made the impossible seem like his next greatest idea.

  He needed to strip it down to what it really was between them.

  Mind-blowing sex.

  And what it wasn’t.

  Love.

  He’d be safer that way.

  Pale Alaskan golden midnight sunlight trickled in from the large window above their heads and fanned across her skin as if Mother Nature wanted to touch the rare beauty of Remy Dalton, too. His favorite time of the year, when the sun refused to sleep.

  Triple panes of glass took up most of the wall instead of a headboard. He preferred the view of his family’s vast land. It also proved a challenge when tying up his willing beauty. The white knit scarf that adorned her wrists provided a contrast to her honey-toned skin.

  When he’d built the cabin on the back part of the Savage family land, he’d wanted to see the beauty outside. Now he couldn’t take his eyes off the treasure it held on this side of the glass.

  The way the soft beams kissed the long locks of her hair, stroked along her sinuous back and dipped between her parted thighs made his cock harder and hungrier.

  He slipped from her warm core and with one hand at the base, he dragged the engorged tip through the wet slit of her entrance.

  “I love the way you look when you lose all control.” He envisioned heaven as he watched her warm body accepted his full length one more time.

  She inhaled on a gasp and let out a slow, throaty moan. “You seem to like taking it from me.” Sharp nails he loved scraping across his skin now dug into the discarded pillows adorning the head of the bed. Anything within reach fell prey to her tight clutch.

  Pulling out, he leaned over her delicate body, stroked the length of her spine with the rough pad of his thumb and took pride in how she arched beneath his touch as his hand slipped between her cheeks to replace his cock.

  He stroked his thumb over the tiny nub between her swollen pussy lips. She raised just enough off the bed for him to see her hardened nipples to peek out from the white sheets.

  Fuck, she was so damn beautiful and ripe.

  He stroked her again this time teasing her back entrance at the same time.

  “Argh, Ethan! You’re the devil in human flesh.”

  She sounded agonized and his lips peeled back with a devilish grin. Remy pushed back into his waiting hand, her words muffled by the pillows propping her up as he worked to prove her right.

  “Now, don’t be modest. You like my wicked side just a little bit, don’t you?” Gently, he parted her flared folds and teased her entrance as he showered small kisses along her bare shoulder. The scarlet scarf holding back her sight looked sinful playing in the long strands of her loose hair. If he was the devil, she was his forbidden angel.

  Braced on an elbow, he leaned over her, a move that had his cock nestled in the crease of her ass. “What have you done to me, Remy?” he husked next to her ear.

  Before she could answer the question he really didn’t want an answer to, Ethan dragged in a lungful of her scent and slid first one finger, then a second, into her dripping wet pussy, seeking the tight bundle of nerves hidden deep within.

  In the last few weeks they’d spent together he’d learned what she loved, but more importantly what her body craved. How it responded to a slow, steady teasing. The flush of excitement that swept down her back like wildfire and spread across her ass let him know how much he affected her.

  What she couldn’t know was how much she affected him.

  Her channel clenched around his fingers and he slowed his rhythm. Warm, silky juices dripped out to wet his fingers and her thighs. Harsh moans met his ears. He flicked the small nub of nerves between her folds that had her trembling under his touch. He smiled against her shoulder and stroked his fingers back, lightly over her rear entrance between her parted cheeks.

  She gasped and turned her head to the side. Those parted lips of hers a shy inch from his hungry mouth. “You don’t play fair.” Pouty lips and flushed cheeks were quickly becoming his downfall.

  “Mmm. Never have. You already know that, though.”

  He brushed his mouth against hers but pulled back before she could turn his teasing taste against him. It was hard enough holding on as it was.

  “But neither do you because I’m not the one that packed an ungodly amount of scarves for a weekend mountain trip.” He tossed a glance at the suitcase perched on the end of the dresser. “What could one woman need with all that if not looking for a little foreplay?” he mouthed against the slight dip in her lower back.

  Every time they fell between the sheets he courted the danger of losing himself to her.

  “When you blush it reminds me of sunsets in the summertime over Esme’s Point. A mix of sherbet and cherries. Makes me hungry.” He nibbled his way up from her lower back.

  Not that she could see how beautiful she looked all tied up and at his mercy, but every time she wiggled her ass his heart damn near tumbled out of his chest to lie at her feet, at her mercy. He’d never felt that over a woman before, but there were many things Remy had been the first with.

  He slipped the scarf from her eyes.

  “I like scarves, that’s all.” Her eyes, still dreamy from the sleep he woke her from earlier, slowly opened.

  “Liar,” he countered as he tugged at the knots holding her wrists bound. With his free hand, Ethan gathered her hands and moved them to the top of the pillows while bringing her legs in closer to her chest. With her plump, rounded ass pressed back against his thighs, she parted for him willingly.

  She countered, “So what if I am?”

  “Don’t move, sweetheart.” Her lips quirked up in a half-smile. “I could stretch out your—”

  “—torture session. Ethan!” She cut in, wiggling her ass.

  He smiled at the desperation in her tone.

  “Serves you right for last night.” He stroked his fingers deep into the warm slickness of her channel while pressing his thumb against her swollen clit. Ethan leaned in and started working her faster. Harder until her core tightened around his fingers, rippling with the beginnings of her climax. “Not so fast, lover,” he teased and slowed, holding back her orgasm.

  When she regained her breath, Remy continued if a little shaky, “But you loved me drizzled in caramel.”

  Loved it? One taste of the sweet delicacy of her skin and he could not stop until he had her screaming his name. Several times over. She almost made him cave and spill his seed into her and he couldn’t have that.

  He’d stepped out five minutes last night after a light dinner to secure the trash
and returned to find her laid bare and dessert on her. Literally.

  She skipped the ice cream they’d brought and went straight to drizzling the warm caramel over the peaks of her breast and down the soft planes of her stomach that led him to the real dessert. After she deemed he’d had enough, she took her turn and coated his dick with the sticky stuff. When those pouty pink lips of hers parted over his engorged width, he lost all sense of reason.

  “Now, I get to return the favor.” He nipped at her shoulder then lavished the skin with kisses.

  “You said you had a craving for something sweet. I was only trying to help.” Despite being spread wide for him like a sex goddess, she looked the picture of innocence lying before him with her lips pulled between her teeth.

  He chuckled. “You failed to tell me just how much you love that stuff.”

  “I do like it on everything. Especially hard cocks.”

  Another wave of red hit her cheeks at the dirty talk. God, he could devour her night and day.

  This was not love. He knew what that looked like and it was nothing close to the fling he and Remy shared. No, this was only lust.

  With a hand around her waist, he flipped her over to land in the soft bedding. Having her ass up in the air affected his senses.

  She draped her arms around his neck. He let loose a chest-deep growl and pressed their combined weight into the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you until all you know is my name and the way I make you feel as you reach your end. God, Remy, stop looking at me like that.”

  Hunger and need burned brightly in her eyes as hot as the lava that flowed through his veins.

  Raw emotions filtered through his every thought and movement. Blinded by the need to claim his mountain beauty, he drove forward and sank his full length into her waiting channel.

  Her tiny talons cut into his back and the sharp inhale of pleasure from his woman snapped his eyes open.

  His heart rate rattled and thumped wildly. Every breath just as haggard. A sweet ache in the pit of his stomach told him she was the one.

  Fuck.

  He pulled his gaze away from her. “Just feel, sweetheart. Let me carry you away. Trust me.” Though he didn’t recommend it. Tying her to him meant she’d lose in the long run. He was broken and unable to love. Offering her all of him meant more than he could sign on for.

  As he spoke, his lips moved against hers. He captured her moaned acceptance as he delved into the sweet confines of her delicious mouth.

  With an arm around her waist, he held her close and groaned when her fingers tightened in his hair as he took their kiss deeper. He slowly relented control and gave over to her curious exploring.

  She met his thrusts as he drove into her long and slow.

  He pulled out and peered down his chest to see the crest of his cock slip from her channel, her swollen folds parted around him.

  Spread wide, he ran the tip of his cock along her seam and groaned when the scent of her arousal hit him full force. It was all he could do not to slam into and ride her hard, all finesse shoved aside for another time.

  He reached beneath her and cupped her ass, angling her up, and in one thrust settled his full length in her tight sheath. Muscles trembled around him and nails bit into shoulders.

  He rose to his knees, and blue eyes warmed a point on his chest and begged him to look her way. He could feel what she wanted without the words. His breath quickened, and his heart damn near tumbled out of his chest. But he kept his gaze glued to his cock as Remy took him into her body.

  He was breathing harshly.

  He eased back and thrust home.

  “Like what?”

  He worked his dry throat while she took all of him into her.

  “What?” He brought his eyes up to hers. How could this woman keep any thought straight at a time like this? What did he miss?

  Remy waited patiently, watching, hopeful and waiting. “Don’t look at you how? Like I want you to promise you’ll erase all my memories of sex with anyone else?” She reached between their bodies and wrapped her delicate fingers around the part of his dick that wasn’t inside her.

  Sweet heavens. He growled a deep sound of pleasure and nearly lost control when he pushed back in. Her channel clenched around him, replacing the tight grip of her hand. She nearly had his eyes rolling out of his head.

  “God you fucking kill me, woman.”

  “Seems fair, don’t you think?”

  Her mouth moved to say something else but he kissed her like he was possessed.

  He broke away only enough to gaze down into her face and watch the ecstasy wash over her expression as he buried himself deeper. She gathered handfuls of cotton as he tightened his fingers around her sun-kissed thighs and did it all over again.

  “You want to come for me, baby?”

  “Yes,” she gasped, sinking her fingers into his hair.

  Fuck.

  He pushed to his knees, pulled her in closer, her legs wrapped around his waist. His efforts returned with a deep moan and the sight of her beautiful breasts thrust in the air sent a surge of blood south to engorge his cock, stretching her more.

  He’d meant to take things slow. Enjoy a nice plane ride, show her the sights while she performed her job as a wildlife veterinarian. The second her pink lips wrapped around his shaft at three thousand feet over the national reserve, slow was no longer an option, and his meticulously laid out plan to distance himself took a steep nosedive.

  “God, woman, you’re so fucking tight and wet. Fuck... so wet.”

  He hauled her into his arms to rest on his spread thighs. She sank deeper onto his shaft, and he marveled at how the dusky tips of her breasts beaded under the soft, warming sunlight.

  Anchoring her thighs tight around his, and with his hands firmly around her waist, he lifted, driving in as she tightened her hold with her thighs. Ethan spoke her name on a whisper. Just like yesterday, she loved taking control as much as she loved giving it.

  He rewarded her wicked, daring look with a flicker of a smile. “If you make me come too fast, I’ll fuck you again and this time, I won’t untie you until I’ve had my fill.” It would kill him, steal every ounce of control he harbored but anything to see the look of pure, unabashed ecstasy in those deep blue eyes.

  Desperate, he ground his knees into the bed and fought the urge to come until every breath they took came out ragged and torn and they were both coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Tiny claws raked over his shoulders and back. He drove into her harder, earning him a few more love marks. His balls drew tight against his body.

  Remy’s head fell back and the loud scream of release came just in time. Hot ribbons of his milk released into the confines of the condom as her pussy ripped with her release around his shaft, extending his orgasm.

  After long seconds, with her hands pressed into his shoulders, Remy let her head fall against her shoulder. Hand to God, the sun caught her raven hair in a way that made him swear he had an angel in his arms.

  They fell into the awaiting mound of pillows and he pulled her in close until she rested on his chest. Before long she moved away and rolled him to his stomach, climbing on top. She began that maddening play she did with her fingers along the tattoo over his back. A sprawl of black ink that formed a swirl of roses and a skull seemed to mesmerize her. The more she traced the lines with the delicate fingers the more he wanted her.

  “Does it count if we come together or do you still want to punish me for making you come?” He could hear the smile in her voice.

  He roared with laughter and pulled her up until he could take her mouth with a slow kiss. Her heart raced against his chest and when she pulled back he saw the hungry look in her eyes that filled him with the insane need to come so deep in her leaving him wouldn’t be an option.

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  Penelope Wylde is the dirty-talking, sometimes sweet and most-times naughty alter ego of a rebellious Southern belle who loves writing smutty, sexy romances that are quick and extra filthy.

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