Chapter 9
SETH
[Your mate is here,] she states, and I nod, grinding my teeth together.
[You know why I can’t find her, so don’t lecture me.] Before she can say anything else, my father takes his steps towards Liora, forcing my aunt to follow and thankfully ending our conversation. My aunt was there when I was kidnapped. She fought my father on the forced
betrothal and lost.
“Members of Stormclaw,” my aunt begins with a broad smile on her face, her eyes locked on Liora’s. As the two eldest alpha wolves of the pack, she and my father are to start the party with a speech.
“We are here tonight to celebrate Liora Bloodrose in becoming an adult in our pack. She will soon begin beta training under my tutelage, and bring new strength to Stormclaw.” The people cheer as Aunt Maya finishes her speech, the two she–wolves hugging as my
father steps
forward.
“As alpha of Stormclaw, I welcome you, Liora Bloodrose, as a functioning member of this pack, and look forward to the day you find your mate. Your parents would be so proud of you.” My father gives Liora a hug, his face full of smiles as the pack cheers once more, chanting Liora’s name over and over again. I smile, watching my future beta be surrounded by others, pride swelling inside me that I chalk up to being an alpha watching over his people.
“I am going to go dance with my friends.” Caroline’s voice pulls me away from watching the birthday girl, and I turn to give my girlfriend my full attention. A scowl is displayed on her face as she sends a glare towards Liora. Once again, I find myself wanting to growl–this time at the girl in my arms for disrespecting Liora–but stop myself. Something is seriously wrong with me.
After telling Caroline to have fun, I let her go and decide to mingle with the crowd. The music grows louder as the party is in full swing. Wolves dance in time to the current song or make their way to the table full of food the omegas cooked. I find myself subconsciously searching for my mate, but stop myself just before I reach the source of the cinnamon and sugar scent and rush towards the other side of the room. I can’t put my pack in danger of Ravenwood just because my instinct demands I f**k and claim what is rightfully mine.
After an hour of playing cat and mouse with my mate while doing my duties as future alpha, I decide enough is enough and sneak out the back door to get some much–needed fresh air.
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The late May wind is surprisingly chilly, but I accept it. It blows away the addictive scent that
has been driving me insane and clears my mind long enough for me to think.
“Se–Sethaniel?” A shocked yet melodious voice calls out my name, making me shiver. That
scent that I both want to cover myself in yet have been avoiding all night wraps around me,
and I feel my resolve shaking. Deciding I need to be the alpha I am meant to be and put my pack first, I turn around, ready to reject the woman the goddess chose for me, only to become shocked myself.
“Liora?” I whisper in disbelief, her big blue eyes staring into mine. The words I want to say are
stuck in my throat and without thinking, I rush towards the woman the goddess has paired me with, pulling her flush against my chest. Her lips taste as sweet as her scent smells–like
cinnamon sugar. Her body fits perfectly to mine. I knew the moment that I did not reject her
that I would become addicted–and I was right.
My hand moves to cup her perfectly plump ass, squeezing it gently and earning myself a little
moan from her mouth that I want to feel wrapped around my hard c**k. My tongue darts into
her mouth, tasting that sweet, sweet cinnamon sugar taste as I step closer, needing to feel her
pressed further into me. This seems to be the wrong move, as we lose our balance and Liora
and I land in the mud pile that is in the middle of becoming a vegetable garden for the pack.
“I am so sorry,” I laugh, pulling away to look at Liora, now covered in mud, who gives me a
glare.
“No, you’re not. You’re used to pushing me into the mud,” she teases back, her glare changing
into a playful smirk. I grin, standing to my feet and helping my mate up. She is right, though. I
am used to pushing Liora into mud during training and sparring days. Used to grappling her
body and throwing her around, or feeling her straddle my lap. Usually, this is followed by a
punch to the face, but today I hope it ends with her screaming my name as I fill her.
“How about I make it up to you with a shower for two?” My words are said before I can think,
and a blush creeps along Liora’s beautiful face. She nods, her eyes staring into mine, and I
swear I can see just as much want and need for me as I feel for her. Without a second
thought, I scoop Liora into my arms and carry her toward the back of the pack house. Using
the kitchen entrance, I sneak the two of us inside and up the stairs, right to my bedroom. Liora
is giggling the whole way, her arms wrapped around my neck as she peppers kisses along my
skin, making me moan and my c**k twitch. The need to be buried inside her is one I am fully ready to act on.
Passing the bed, I carry Liora into the bathroom, where I promptly sit her on the counter before smashing my lips to hers. She moans, the sound nearly sending me over the edge. Deciding
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our clothes are in the way, my nails turn to claws and I shred the now muddied dress from her
body. This causes Liora to pull away in shock, but I growl, my left hand cupping the back of
her head and returning her lips to mine. I am the one in charge here.
[We should slow down,] Liora links me as her lips move in sync with mine. A purr escapes my
throat at how husky her voice sounds. How I can smell her arousal and need to be filled by me and me alone. Pulling away, I trail my lips along her jaw and down to the crook of her neck- the spot where my mark should sit for all to see that Liora belongs to me.
“We need to shower the mud off,” she whimpers as I nip and lick the sensitive skin. I ignore
her words, too focused on tasting her skin which also tastes like cinnamon and sugar.
Goddess, she will be my undoing.
My hands have a mind of their own, as one moves to fondle her left breast. The soft mound feels like putty in my hand and as I flick the hard bud of her n****e, Liora lets out another soft moan that sounds like heaven to me, and her fingers move to clutch at my hair. I smirk, the scent of her arousal growing, making me wonder just how wet she feels. My free hand moves lower, trailing along her skin until I find the one place my twitching c**k wishes to be.
She is already soaking wet, her body ready to be penetrated and dominated by me.
Good.
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