Alpha Dylan

Chapter 43 | Corrupted Memories

"I'll make a quick call to Beta Charles to let him know we want your pack to make the move over to mine, unless you've changed your mind?"

Clara shook her head, scowling at the floor. "No, I don't want to be back at that pack. I want to be here, but does everyone have to come? I feel bad for forcing people to move out of their homes."

"I'm afraid it's either we all move to your pack or mine; I can't have the pack dispersed, it's not safe. They'll need an Alpha on stand by and I can't be in two places at one time."

"I can't help but feel like I'm not going to be much help. I don't know anything about this kind of stuff," sighed my mate.

I threw the pasta into the pan, turning around and making my way over to her, chuckling. "You need to stop doubting yourself. You'll be perfect, and whatever you don't know, I'll teach you."

Clara hummed, leaning forward to capture my lips with hers, her tongue exploring my mouth, which caused me to growl lowly in my chest.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer to her, our chests touching, allowing me to feel the vibrations of her laboured breathing, the kiss deepening and quickly becoming passionate.

Pulling away, I shook my head, gazing at my beautiful mate. "We can't. You're still recovering."

"I want to try again, Dylan."

I swallowed harshly, closing my eyes for a few seconds, pushing my wolf back down within me, before opening them again slowly to see Clara looking at me with glassy eyes.

"Clara, I-"

"If you don't want to, I understand. I know the baby wasn't exactly planned and what you said upstairs was probably just to make me feel better. I know you might not be ready, but I just thought-

"Stop," I ordered, caressing my mate's cheek with the pad of my thumb. "I want nothing more than to have children with you, Clara, but I am not putting you in danger again. Your body is still recovering and I'm not risking anything, but when you're healed, we can try again. We can try as many times as you like."

Suddenly, Clara crashed her lips to mine, kissing me passionately, moaning into my mouth.

I could feel my member straining against my jeans, and as if reading my mind, Clara began to unbutton them, causing me to grab her wrists, stopping her.

"We don't have to have sex if you're afraid of hurting me, but, can I please touch you?"

"Are you sure?" I asked questionably, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

Pulling off my jeans, I carried Clara over to the sofa, sighing as she settled down on top of me, straddling my hips, pulling my member out of my boxers.

"You're killing me, you know that?" I chuckled, moaning loudly as she began stroking me up and down, her soft fingers caressing me gently, driving me wild.

I planted soft kisses down her neck, sucking on her soft spot which caused her to grind her hips against me, a moan escaping her lips.

Feeling greedy as her hands worked me up and down, I reached my hand down into her leggings, pausing to check if she was okay, but she only scowled at me for stopping, waving away my hesitation.

I chuckled to myself as I traced her underwear, feeling how wet she already was for me.

"Please, Dylan," begged my mate as she rubbed me faster.

I immediately entered her with two of my fingers, stroking the inside of her gently, which caused her back to arch as she tilted her head back in pleasure.

"Tell me how much you like it," I growled, my member stiffening in her hand.

"I love it, please go faster."

After hearing her laboured request, I began to move my fingers in and out of her quicker, allowing my thumb to circle her clit.

"Yes, keep going just like that, baby," I said as I rested my head against the back of the sofa, feeling my orgasm surface, feeling myself release in my mate's hand.

"I'm going to come, Dylan," moaned Clara as I moved faster, my other hand resting at the small of her back, ensuring she wasn't going to fall off my lap.

"Come for me then, sweetheart," I replied, watching as she became undone on top of me, a loud moan escaping her lips as she rode out her orgasm, eventually collapsing on top of me, breathing heavily into my neck.

"Looks like someone needs another bath," I said huskily as I wrapped my arms around my sweat covered mate, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head.

"Bathe with me?" she asked, gazing up at me through unfocused eyes, fatigue clearly overwhelming her, causing me to worry if we had overdone it.

"Sure, and then you need-"

Suddenly, I was cut off by the loud blaring sound of the smoke detector, causing Clara to gasp in surprise.

"Shit, the pasta!"

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