The Alpha's Bride

Chapter 906: Sneaking at night (2)

Owen licked his lips nervously before asking, "Zina of the Dark Howlers pack, do you accept me as your mate?"         

    

Zina's heart was thundering in her ears, and she became lightheaded due to Owen's scent of maple honey. She found herself in a drunken daze that allowed her to focus only on the male in front of her.      

Zina grabbed his t-shirt to stabilize herself, her nails scratching his pecks in the process, and he released a low growl.     

She got on her toes, and he lowered his head and they both groaned when their lips connected in a slow kiss that shook their cores. Their mate bond urged them to get closer, much closer than they were.     

'RIIIIP!'     

Owen's eyebrows shot up when Zina ripped his t-shirt. He didn't expect it, but he didn't hate it either.     

"So-Sorry…" Zina stuttered. "I didn't mean to." She really didn't, but it happened. Did he think of her as a violent woman?     

Owen pulled the torn fabric over his head and smirked, obviously pleased by her action and the way she gawked at his exposed torso. Owen could feel that Zina wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. Who cared about one t-shirt?     

"It's OK." He tried to sound cool.     

Zina's palms landed on his pecs, and she didn't miss the way his muscles rippled under her touch.     

The sparks that prickled his skin were out of this world and he was confident that his jeans will burst as his cock wanted to get out. Was he ever this hard?     

Zina's hands moved higher until she reached his shoulders, and then her fingers connected behind his neck at the same moment his arms wrapped around her to pull her on him.     

Owen dove to claim her lips with his, and he didn't delay in deepening the kiss.     

Chamomile and honey was an addictive combination.     

His hands glided down her back, and Owen gave her ass a squeeze before lifting her. He was unsure if he was rushing things, but then her legs wrapped around his waist and he moved toward the bed in small steps, giving her a chance to stop him… but she didn't.     

Their kisses turned hungry and impatient, and Owen tripped when he was half a step away from the bed.     

"Ugh…" Zina released a suppressed groan when she sunk into the mattress with Owen on top of her.     

Owen was alarmed. What a way to kill the mood!     

He quickly put his hands on Zina's sides to push himself up. "Are you hurt?"     

Zina moved her arms around his back and clung to him tightly. "No, no!" Was he thinking of stopping now? Couldn't he pick up how aroused she was? "It was just unexpected," Zina explained.     

Owen got down on his elbows and he pushed Zina's hair from her face.     

"You are beautiful," Owen murmured.     

He took a lock of her hair and put it under his nose, taking a deep breath.     

"How do I smell to you?" Zina asked.     

"Chamomile."     

"Do you like it?"         

    

"As far as my memories go, it was always my favorite."     

Zina liked his answer. She liked it a lot.     

"Angel," He called, and she loved the sound of his voice. It was low and sensual and filled with emotions she couldn't put into words.     

"Are you sure about this?" He asked.     

"Are you having doubts?"     

He shook his head. "I just don't want you to have regrets. I never wanted anything in my life how much I want you. But it seems that a lot of things are stacked against us." He released a long breath. "I will be honest, I never faced anything this big."     

Zina had to acknowledge that he was right. "Me neither. But the Moon Goddess set us to be mates, and she allowed us to meet. Maybe these are challenges we need to overcome together."     

Owen's heart tightened and then it expanded. "I don't know how to do together. I was always alone."     

Zina ran her hand over his head, enjoying the prickles of his short hair on her palm. "That was because you didn't meet me. Going forward, you won't be alone, Owen. Now you have your mate." She licked her lips. "I don't want to sound impatient, but is this the right time to talk?"     

Owen cocked an eyebrow at her. He wanted to make it romantic and special because this was not just a senseless hookup to fulfill carnal needs. Did he embarrass himself?     

"I want to make sure you are willing," Owen said, and his finger moved over her cheek and down her neck, gliding slowly and leaving a fiery trail of addictive sparks that set her body ablaze. He made small circles at the base of her neck, right where his mark should come, and Owen could feel his wolf going crazy in need to sink his fangs there.     

"Angel, when I start, I'm not sure if I will be able to stop."     

Zina felt butterflies going crazy in her stomach.     

"There is no need to stop. I am yours."     

"Mine," he said with a hum of approval, and lowered his head to kiss her neck, right where his finger teased her previously.     

They undressed each other through fervent kisses and caresses, and Zina was surprised that he didn't tear her clothes. She could feel how hungry he was for her. It was maddening.     

Zina's body felt like jelly, yet she was hyper-aware of every inch where they touched.     

Owen's scent of maple honey enveloped her as his existence became part of her new normal, and Zina knew that there was no turning back from this. No man, ever, will be able to make her feel this. Desired. Needed. Worshiped. Accepted.     

How could she think that he wouldn't want her or that he will mistreat her?     

Owen breathed in greedily Zina's scent of chamomile. Touching, pinching, caressing, kissing, licking… no matter what he did, it felt heavenly, and she responded to him beautifully.     

He stared into her eyes as he made his way inside of her, nearly blacking out from sheer pleasure when he got sheathed all the way inside of her.     

"Fuck, angel!" Owen groaned. "This… this…"     

"I know," Zina breathed, feeling dazed herself and she threw her head back when he started rocking into her.     

Owen was not Zina's first, and she thought that sex was great before, but Owen rewired her brain and made her every nerve ending respond to his ministrations.     

Owen started slowly and Zina's moans spurred him to move faster, and he loved the way her hips moved to meet his.         

    

They entangled their bodies as their bond solidified with his every thrust and they were both marveling at this feeling of belonging, not caring about anything and anyone beyond the confinement of that bed.     

It was just the two of them, merging into one; it was more than a physical connection.     

Owen growled while trying to suppress his fangs from coming out. The woman below him was welcoming, and she smelled fantastic and felt even better, and she was his, but somehow… there was a small voice at the back of his head, reminding him that he shouldn't mark her.     

Zina dug her fingers into Owen's back, lost in her madness and the desire to seal the bond completely. Her wolf agreed. He was already inside her and all around her, and there was only that small bit missing… Owen's mark on Zina's neck.     

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