Alphas burden

“Not yet. When you come for the first time for me, it’ll be on my face. I’m going to drown in your scent and wear its mark for days.”

He pays attention to my other nipple, biting it lightly, chuckling at my gasp. My nails rake his shoulders, unsure if I want to drag him back up or need to shove him down to use his mouth where I need him most. I drop a hand to touch myself and he catches my wrist, flashing me a grin.

The bond comes to life with his phantom hands. I cry out as he lowers to his knees, the invisible caresses teasing my breasts, tracing the curve of them, swirling patterns around my nipples. His eyes darken with arousal, illuminated with burnished gold as he admires me.

“Look at me, Avery.”

Keeping my eyes open is a struggle when my body sings with pleasure. My lips part at the sight of him, powerful and commanding Alpha staring at me with so much longing, ready to worship me. He looks mine.

He gets all rumbly and I’m responding in kind without realizing it, my chest vibrating. Drawing one of my legs over his shoulder, he swipes his tongue over my pussy, a ragged groan tearing from him. My hands search for something to hold on to, sinking into his hair.

“Fuck yes,” he praises.

His mouth descends on me, face pressed against me, tongue and lips relentless. Within moments, I’m brought to the edge, faster than when I touch myself, faster than when he teased me across the bond. The sensual coil of heat tightens in my core, hot and cold tingles racing across my skin.

When I’m close, he pauses, hushing my whimper of protest.

“This is where I belong every day. The reason the moon goddess pulled me from the stars to exist at the same time as you,” he rasps against my body. “To kneel before you, the only one the alpha bends his neck for to show you I belong to you. And you to me.”

I shudder with a strangled gasp, hanging on for dear life. It’s too much and not enough at once. I want to grip his hair to hold him in place and grind on his tongue, seeking the edge of the cliff he’s keeping me teetering on. My trembling thighs clamp around his head and he rumbles in pleasure, burying his face in my pussy to the point I’m sure he’s suffocating, but I don’t want him to stop.

I fall apart in an eruption of endless ecstasy, the deep pulses echoing within my core for ages while I cry his name mixed with a litany of pleas.

“That’s it,” he croons raggedly. “Fuck, you’re incredible when you come for me. Your sounds, your taste.”

I moan when his fingers shift, nails lengthening into claws. He drags them across my thigh, leaving his mark on me. My heart stutters to a stop.

It’s not any mark.

He’s writing something on my skin. The slight stinging scrape of his claws heightens my pleasure, keeping the delicious aftershocks going.

We’re both panting as he draws the word mine into my thigh.

He takes me in, admiring every way he’s undone me. When he captures my gaze, he traces the word with his thumb, then lays a kiss over his handiwork as my skin heals.

“What did I say earlier? You’re mine, mate. I will chase every last doubt away that you don’t belong with me with every breath I draw.”

Mate.

The bond thrums with renewed vitality, caressing me from within until I’m shuddering from the intensity. He hushes me, drawing me down to straddle his lap, cradling me in his arms. My eyes prick with tears of relief and elation.

Nothing’s ever felt so right as my heart beating in time with his. My mate.