Alpha King's Hybrid Mate

AsaLynn

I lower my gaze and begin to walk to the top floor until we reach what I assume is his bedroom. Our bedroom.

Wait, does this mean we will do…it?

My heart begins to race heavily. Surely he can hear my heart beating through my chest.

I step over the threshold of the room, and my eyes race over everything. This room is the size of a small house. It’s giant.

This is his room! The room is covered with gray and red embellishments.

There is a giant custom-sized bed, almost the size of two king beds, with beautiful gray silk sheets and red pillows that look so plush and inviting.

An office desk full of paperwork is next to the fireplace. Then my eyes land on him, and I instantly lower my head and look at the ground again.

His hand reaches up, and he forcefully grabs my chin, pulling my gaze to his eyes.

“I told you. You bow to no one. You keep your head up, especially when you are with me!”

His tone is so dark, and his eyes flash back and forth between black and gold. I made him mad.

“Go shower. I can smell every male from the ceremony on you.”

“Yes, Ki…yes, Leviathan.” I catch my mistake at almost calling him king.

I head to the massive rainforest-style shower. My gown is still in the garden, so I turn on the water and step inside.

My body is so cold without his touch that even straight hot water doesn’t warm me. I grab his body wash and bring it to my nose. The smell is intoxicating.

I feel my arousal grow at the thought of him in the shower cleaning himself. I lather the soap on my hands and begin to slowly rub it all over body, imagining it is his hands.

What the hell am I doing? I have never touched myself before, not ever had sex. Why am I acting like a sex-crazed lunatic?

I’m standing in a man’s shower, using his body soap, getting turned on. What has happened to me? This isn’t me. But the smell…

My hands begin to rub the soap onto my breasts. Slowing over my nipples. Feeling as they begin to pebble under my fingertips. I hold back a moan.

Why have I never touched myself before this moment? Why am I not stopping myself? I continue, and my eyes close involuntarily.

My head falls back as I feel the hot water roll down my skin. The soap caressing my skin slides down my body.

My hands slowly travel lower to my torso. Images of Leviathan dance in my head. His body. His damn body. Too perfect for words. So masculine, so ripped.

Goddess help me. My hand passes my belly button and begins to inch lower to between my legs. My eyes roll back.

A loud growl right behind me causes my eyes to fly open. I feel his breath on the back of my neck.

Oh my goddess. He is so large. His body is radiating heat, and I notice my hand it still sitting right above my sensitive folds. Why can’t I move it?

“What were you doing, AsaLynn?” His voice sounds so very dangerous, lustful, and his eyes are blazing.

I turn my head to look at him and try to explain, but the moment our eyes meet he grabs my body, flips me around, and slams me up against the shower wall.

I feel the smack of the dark tile sting my back, but I don’t dare say a word. If a look could kill, I would incinerate.

“What was the first thing I told you, AsaLynn?”

“I… I… Um. I mean. I…” I choke on my words.

“Spit it out. What was the first thing I told you?”

“I’m yours,” I whisper, so low that human ears would not register the words.

“Exactly, my Goddess. You. Are. Mine. That means your body is mine and mine alone. You do not touch what is mine.

“Do you understand me? Unless I say you can touch it, you do not touch this.” He cups my core.

I can’t stop the moan I release before it escapes my lips, and his wolf seems to approve based on the sound coming from deep within his chest.

A rumble sounds from within as he tightens his grip over my wet folds. My arousal is now going into overdrive.

No man has ever touched me there, and it feels like I am freefalling into oblivion.

He inhales my scent as if it were the only bit of air left in the world.

His eyes squeeze tightly shut, and I can feel his large member growing harder and larger against my leg.

The rod pushing against my thigh has another gasping moan leaving my lips without control.

“AsaLynn. Do. You. Understand?” His voice is so low and rough, yet completely calm and controlled.

“Yes,” I gasp. “I understand. Only yours.”

And with that, he releases me and walks out of the shower, leaving me frustrated and cold despite the scalding water flowing over me.

After my shower, I throw on a towel and attempt to tame my natural curls. Not that there is much point in it.

Then I peek out of the bathroom with the realization I have nothing to put on.

I mean the man already saw me naked, so I don’t know why I am trying to hide my body from him.

I see him sitting, shirtless, wearing only black plaid pajama pants, at his desk by the fireplace.

He is staring at a paper with a pen in his hand, but his face makes it seem like he is deep in thought and not paying attention to whatever is in front of him.

What is this man thinking?

Leviathan

Goddess help me, that woman… She will drive me insane.

I have been trying with all of my being not to take her where she stands. In the woods. In the hall. The moment she entered my room.

Then she dares touch herself in my shower. I’ll be damned if she ever touches herself again.

The moment her arousal hit my nose, Damien took control, and I couldn’t stop him from charging into the bathroom.

The sight of her naked, her hands so close to pleasuring what is mine…

Damien growls at the thought.

It took so much not to fuck her right then and there, but I can smell her innocence. Never tainted by another man.

All these many years waiting for me. She was so responsive when I touched her swollen folds.

The sounds that came from her had me about to burst. Any other she-wolf would have had their fun and taken many lovers to pass the time.

But not her. Not AsaLynn. When I claim her, I will take everything, and she is not ready for what that means.

Now I’m sitting at my desk as she finishes her shower, wondering what the fuck has gotten into me. I am not this man.

I take what I want, when I want it. I have killed thousands, if not millions, without a single second thought. Destroyed packs and towns with my own hands.

Thousands of years and I never took a choice mate because I thought they made you weak.

I never wanted a mate, and now I have the goddess of all goddesses overcoming my mind. I feel so powerful, so invincible, when I touch her.

Even now, my body is burning to run to her and never let her leave my sight. Damn the Moon Goddess.

I hear the shower turn off and her scuffling around in the bathroom for a few minutes as I sit here stuck in my own thoughts.

I can smell her approaching the door. Sense her eyes watching me. Then she speaks.

“Umm, all of my clothes are in my room… I mean the room I was in before.”

The way she stumbles over her words when she speaks to me is adorable. Clumsily trying to put words together.

She fidgets with her hair or hands when she gets nervous. The sight makes me want to grab her and bend her over my desk.

I have already seen her naked. Felt her body, yet here she is with flushed cheeks peeking out of the bathroom self-consciously, hiding her glorious body.

If I had my way she would never wear an item of clothing again in her life. Nothing to cover her voluptuous curves.

Those thick thighs I wish I could wear as ear muffs.

That small waist I could just grab. And those breasts. Goddess, those glorious, perky, bouncing breasts. I could suck on them day and night.

Damien begins to roar inside me.

“Take her! Take her now! Claim our mate NOW!”

“Not yet, Damien. Now is not the time. We must wait until it’s time.”

He didn’t like that reply very much and starts to thrash around some, but surrenders in defeat.

Damn this woman.

Finally I reply to my mate. “Here.” I walk into my closet and pull out a white T-shirt that will surely swallow her.

At least if she is covered, she will be covered in something of mine.

“Thank you,” she whispers and bites her bottom lip.

Those lips I wish to take into my mouth and suck until they are swollen and red.

She walks back into the bathroom to put the shirt I gave her on, and I try to adjust my pants, which are now constricting my once again growing erection.

Once she walks out, I am pleased. She may have her curves hidden, but her nipples are pebbled beneath, pushing at the fine cloth draped over them.

The sheer white shirt shows their outline ever so perfectly.

“You may take the bed to sleep,” I tell her.

She bites that damn lip again, and her voice is still low. “Will you be sleeping in the bed as well?”

She looks scared to ask.

“No, I will take the couch. You may have the bed. You need your rest. I am sure the flight and the ceremony have taken a toll on you. Now sleep.”

My words come out more rough than I intended.

Her face deflates. She wants me to be with her, but I can’t. If I lie in that bed with her, I will have no control to keep from claiming her in every way possible.

Not yet. Not tonight.

I watch her as she climbs on all fours into my massive bed until she reaches the center. She pulls the covers over her and turns her back to me.

Goddess, she looks good on my bed. Within minutes I sense she is asleep, and I leave the room to run off some of this pent-up frustration with Damien in the woods.