Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Mates!

Sidonie POV

He was mesmerizing.

His dark hair fell in waves down his neck, a few strands framed his chiseled face, his jawline sharp enough, I could swear it could cut paper. He had a pointed nose that gave him a refined appearance and there were his lips. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

They looked soft yet firm and I found myself swallowing in anticipation. He was huge. Huge even for a normal werewolf, that I suspected that he had to be an Alpha or the Beta of a pack. There was a rather commandeering air around him that made my knees weaken. I could imagine him ordering me to go on my knees.

And I would gladly do just that.

His brows raised, and my face flamed in embarrassment. Shoot! He had asked a question and instead of responding all I had done was eye-rape him.

“I-I can handle strong things,” I mumbled, glancing at my drink, trying to stop my wolf from pacing around endlessly in my head. I couldn’t get his scent out of my head.

“Hmmm.” He hummed, and I could swear that his chest rumbled. He reached for my drink, lifting it to his lips, his eyes dancing with mischief. I watched as he took a slow sip and nodded before stretching the glass towards my lips. “Open up.”

Like a wanton fool, I obeyed. My lips parted of their own accord, allowing him to slip the glass between my lips. In a flash, his free hand grabbed my hair, holding my head in place as he made me drink the

bourbon.

My eyes widened in surprise but he didn’t let go, tightening his hold on my hair. “Drink it all. All of it.”

My thighs grew slick at his orders and I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasurable burn of the drink as it rushed down my throat. I swallowed every single drop and let out a tiny moan when he pulled the glass away.

Holy! That was hot. That was way too hot. Perhaps, I ought to find someone else. Someone who didn’t make my blood boil and bubble the way he did.

And I didn’t even know his name.

“Good girl.” He praised as he stepped away, and I panted helplessly. “You can handle me.”

“Who said anything about handling you?” I tried to sound flirty but my voice came out breathless instead.

He chuckled at the sound and leaned closer until his warm breath caressed my lips. “Is that a no?”

Mate!

My wolf snapped somewhere in the far distance but my mind was too damned foggy to process shit. All I could think of was the stranger before me. His eyes narrowed in confusion for a brief moment but it was gone when he blinked.

“What will it be, pumpkin?” He hummed, strong long fingers cupping my jaw. “Do you want me to go? Or do you want me to kiss you?”

I moaned, gripping the shirt he wore to draw him closer. Blood rushed through my ears as I took a deeper whiff of his addicting scent.

“Kiss me,” I cried shamelessly, eager for him to touch me. “Please.”

He growled, low in his throat, and captured my lips with his. His mouth was demanding, roughly plundering the corners of my mouth with his tongue while his hands ran down my body. He swallowed a moan that slipped out of me when he grabbed my backside and squeezed.

Yes. I thought, arching under his touch. Yes, please.

He pulled away and I remained pliant in his arms, wishing he would kiss me again. His eyes ran down my face, and then to my breasts as they heaved and threatened to pop out of my dress.

“Come with me.” He whispered, taking my hand.

As if entranced, I followed his lead out of the club. If my mother were here, she would have screamed at me for following a stranger. Yet I felt safe with him, somehow.

He hailed a cab that drove us to a nearby hotel. After a long twenty minutes of sorting out the room with the receptionist, my s*xy stranger led me up the stairs and into the room he had booked for us.

I had barely closed the door behind us when his lips descended on me again. I eagerly met his demands, enjoying the feel of his tongue against mine. A nimble hand reached for the zipper of my dress behind me dragging it down. The dress pooled to my waist, freeing my breasts.

He pulled away then, letting out a growl when he saw my breasts.

“F*ck, they’re perfect.” He whispered, cupping one of my mounds. My nipples tightened under his gaze and I gasped when his fingers closed around them and pinched. “You’re perfect.”

He closed his wet hot mouth around my nipple and I threw my head back in pleasure.

“Oh,… That felt so good.”

“Yes?” He panted, pulling me toward the bed. “On your back, now.” He commanded.

Definitely has to be an Alpha of a pack, my mind submitted through the swirling emotions I was feeling.

I laid on my back, watching him rip off his clothing. His shirt came off, revealing a gleaming muscular chest that rippled with each movement he made.

“Ah, hell.” He cursed as he undid his belt and shrugged off his pants. “I want to draw this out, I want to make you even wetter but f*ck!”

“What?” I whispered, panting in anticipation when he dropped to his knees on the bed, towering above me. His hard member jutted out proudly, and I blushed. Did he know? This was my first time?

His fingers gripped my panties and pulled tighter until the flimsy fabric snapped apart. I was bare under his gaze. I wanted to hide, but the look on his face, the way his eyes turned a fierce golden color as he stared down at me made me tremble with need.

He let out a growl and positioned himself right at my entrance. My walls clenched and unclenched and I moaned as he rubbed himself against me. “F*ck me. I cannot hold back.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered, holding his eyes. “Don’t hold back, please.”

His fangs bared at that moment. In a flash, he buried himself balls deep into my wet tight flesh and everything around me turned white hot with pleasure.