Alpha's Scent

Lilac

“I want you to bear my mark upon your skin so desperately,” he confessed.

Lilac looked down, nervously biting her lower lip. She knew that she wanted to bear his mark. Being near him made her heart flutter.

As their bond was strengthening, her infatuation for him was becoming vivid.

It made her nervous, frightened even.

These new emotions that consumed her were so raw and uncharted. But, despite her nerves, Kyril was her mate. That fact would never change.

According to the Goddess, they were made for each other. To wait now would only prolong the inevitable.

Selene had paired them for a reason, and Lilac had to trust her.

It felt like months had passed since last night when Lilac and Kyril first met in that dungeon. In truth, she’d only arrived in Kyril’s home a few hours after leaving her own.

Even though it was dark outside, for the mates, it was just the beginning. Everything was new. Exciting.

“I-I want you to mark me too,” Lilac stammered.

Despite her timidity, she spoke sincerely.

Hearing her consent brought a smile to his lips.

“Marking is not an easy process. It will hurt. It may even kill you if we’re not careful.”

Kill me?

Lilac felt her blood run cold. If she’d known this was the cost of mating a lycan…what would she have done? Avoided fate? Run away and joined the Puritans?

She didn’t have a choice and she knew it.

“I know what you’re thinking, little flower,” Kyril said, “and I understand your concern. But rest assured, if our bond is strong, and I believe it is—no, I know it is—you have nothing to fear.”

Lilac took a breath; she had to trust her mate. He shifted the strap of her dress.

“The pain is unavoidable,” Kyril said. “But I will try to make it as pleasurable as I can for you.”

His eyes darkened lustfully and his lips curled into a wicked smile.

A rosy blush flushed her cheeks as she gave him a nervous nod.

Lilac didn’t quite understand what he was implying but trusted that he wouldn’t take advantage of her.

As for the fatal repercussions if something went wrong? That fear faded slowly as Kyril began to touch her in ways she’d never been touched before.

Adjusting her, he positioned her so she straddled his hips, placing both her hands onto his shoulders. Lilac clenched her thighs, slowly realizing what his intentions were.

She knew about the idea of sexual desire but had never experienced it personally. Not until now.

And, for the first time, Lilac had to admit, her curiosity was getting the better of her.

What secrets did her new mate hide?

KYRIL

Kyril licked his lips in anticipation. A light rumble stirred in his chest. He kissed her exposed shoulder, and to his surprise, Lilac’s head fell to the side, granting him further access.

His lips softly grazed the curve of her neck, placing gentle kisses along the surface of her delicate skin.

He felt her shiver in delight.

Pulling back, he watched as Lilac’s eyelids lowered. She looked at him in fervent ardor. Unable to resist any longer, he pressed his lips against hers, prompting a low moan from his mate.

He wondered how Lilac felt with his body against hers. This was all so new, but she clearly couldn’t get enough of it.

His hands moved to her shoulders, slipping the straps off and pulling her shirt down so it rested loosely around her waist. Before she could react, he spun her around on the bed, pinning her beneath him.

She whimpered under his heated gaze, looking as if she felt exposed.

“It’s going to be all right, I promise,” he consoled. “I’m just going to touch you. We will not go any further than that. Our first time will not be like this.”

He waited until he saw the tension slowly leave Lilac’s body before he continued.

Kyril brought his mouth to her neck, trailing wet kisses down her body.

Lilac’s arousal was becoming thick and heated, drowning Kyril’s senses in its euphoric smell.

His hands began to roam. He felt her body react to his touch as he coaxed small groans from her lips.

His fingers moved to the fabric around her hips, ripping it away, exposing her flushed mound.

Mortified at being so exposed, Lilac lifted her head, face reddening.

“What are you doing?” she squealed.

He smiled mischievously.

“You have to trust me,” he said.

Lilac

Her stomach fluttered at his words. The weight of his touch sinking into her core.

She did trust him, but her lack of experience made her self-conscious about everything that was happening. Perhaps if she just followed his lead everything would be fine?

She gave another nod to let her mate know he could continue.

Kyril sat back on his haunches. Pulling off his T-shirt, he threw it onto the floor and began to unbuckle his pants.

Her heart raced as he slid his jeans down to his ankles then pulled at the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down past his hips, letting his erection spring free.

Lilac’s eyes widened in shock. It looked so large and heavy.

How on earth is this part of “just touching”?

Her thoughts were cut short when he pulled her up from the bed, placing one of her thighs on either side of his hips. A craving started to form between her legs.

Kyril growled loudly, and his blue eyes flickered to obsidian black.

“Kyril,” she begged, her fingers digging into the skin of his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”

Her body thrummed to life as she began to shake, squirming in his hold.

Primal urges surfaced from within.

He pulled Lilac higher onto his lap and reached down between her legs. Using his fingertips, he opened her wet folds and slid his cock forward, careful not to penetrate her.

Once his shaft was nestled between her lower lips, he grabbed ahold of her hips and began to slowly rock her back and forth across his length.

It was like nothing Lilac had ever experienced. She understood that this wasn’t sex, of course. But it was unbearably close. Outercourse, she remembered it being called once.

The name didn’t do it justice.

Lilac’s eyes rolled back, a heavy groan releasing from her parted lips.

She clenched her legs around his waist as he guided her back and forth, sliding her wet folds against his cock.

Her breathing grew ragged as he sped up, gripping her waist tightly. His pace was so demanding and rough. Lilac held on to his shoulders for dear life as she slid against him.

She moaned loudly as he roughly grabbed her ass and jerked her forward, grinding her against his cock.

Over and over again.

Never stopping.

A low whine blew out as his fingers lowered under her until they were pressed against her little bundle of nerves. She could feel him circling, stimulating her clit with the pad of his wet finger.

His thrusts were becoming more aggressive. The friction of their bodies was causing the hot, wet throbbing ache between her thighs to intensify.

She shifted her hold on his shoulders, and her hips started to experiment, moving on their own, increasing her pleasure.

They were both panting, on the verge of their releases. Lilac let out a strangled moan as she felt his cock twitch against her.

Crying out as she reached her peak, her hips spasmed uncontrollably as she orgasmed.

His teeth plunged into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, forcing her to sob out in a mangled moan of pain and pleasure.

Lilac fell limp against his chest, eyes feeling heavy as she let out a deep sigh.

Exhausted.

Limp.

Numb.

KYRIL

“Sleep,” Kyril said, pressing his lips against her forehead. He watched as she closed her eyes, drifting into a peaceful slumber.

He’d already brought a towel to clean the blood from his mark, and bandages to keep it sealed. But, still, the mating bond would take time to properly heal.

That was assuming it would heal at all. The risks associated with such a mark were greater than Kyril was willing to admit.

He couldn’t go there. Not right now. Not after the bliss he’d just experienced.

Tranquility filled the air.

Both Kyril and his inner wolf felt at peace as they stared down at their mate.

He sighed, content at the sight of the perfect woman who lay cradled in his arms.

Kyril took this time to study Lilac’s delicate features, memorizing every curve, every crevice of her petite hourglass figure.

He wanted to stay in bed and watch over her, but he had other priorities that needed his attention.

Spending the day with Lilac meant he had pushed aside not only his pack duties but also his council tasks.

He knew that missing one day of work wasn’t going to ruin his reputation, nor would it bug him. No one would dare criticize his ways of management.

But he had made a previous business commitment with a certain vampire lord that would now have to be rescheduled.

I need to call my Beta. I’ll give him temporary leadership until Lilac is recovered.

His focus had to be his mate now.

Business could wait.

“Damn it,” he quietly mumbled, feeling an extremely heightened sense of disarray and frustration.

Leaving her alone for even a second was the last thing he wanted to do.

Kyril laid her on the bed and bundled her up in covers before quietly getting up. Leaning over, he caressed her cheek with his hand and placed a small kiss on her forehead.

“What did I do to deserve you in my life?” he whispered.

After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he walked out of their room and headed toward the staircase.

Once he had reached the main floor, he quickly made his way to his home office, wanting to get this over with so he could return to Lilac’s side.

Stepping into his office, he sank into his chair and let out a long sigh, running both hands through his hair in frustration.

Every second away from her was a second too long. But he needed to focus.

If there was anyone he could trust, it was his beta, Jon. He opened a psychic link with him.

Kyril grunted and closed his mind, leaning back into his chair. He tilted his head upwards, silently asking Selene to give him patience.

Though Lilac was just upstairs, his nerves were still unsettled, proving that the mating bond had a significant effect upon him.

He craved to be back in bed, lying down with his mate safe in his arms. It was then that he began to smile at his predicament.

“Thirty-two years without my mate, and now that I finally have her, I’m acting like some lovesick teenager,” he said, chuckling to himself.

A knock interrupted his thoughts.

Kyril headed over to the front door and swung it open, revealing his Beta. “Jon, come in. We have much to discuss.”

***

Kyril returned to the room to check on his mate over and over for the next nineteen hours, but still, she slept.

Her body was trying desperately to accommodate Kyril’s mark, and her genes were in the stages of altering.

Her body was mutating as her senses, regenerative powers, strength, and, most importantly, her life expectancy all adjusted.

If it worked, Lilac would be immortal. Just like him. If it worked.

A wolf’s bite was dangerous. A lycan’s bite was even more pernicious.

Lilac’s healing process would be a slow one, but she had been asleep for too long already.

...whether she would live or die was now up to Selene.