The Alpha's Mate

Chapter Twenty

Branson is Luna, and he doesn't seem thrilled about it. I guess he never planned this life for himself, which makes sense.

My dad is thrilled, I think mom cried some. My little sisters are now running around like crazy people, since they had to sit and behave for a whole hour. People are chatting, and making their rounds.

But my eyes are on him. My mate. He looks perfect. So incredibly pretty. He's standing with his friend, Dylan, and Harper. I met her a couple times throughout the year, but I didn't really know they were close.

Bran's hair is curly on top of his head, and he's in a black suit. His hands are in his pocket, as he stands there without a care in the world. I wonder if he knows all the things I want to do with him.

To unleash on him.

My wolf is dominant, he doesn't just want to be with Bran, he wants to own him. And I'm scared to let that part of myself out, because if I do, will I be able to cage him back up? What if Bran hates that part of me?

"Are you just going to stare at him all night?" Layla's voice pulls me from my thoughts. She looks beautiful. Her long brown hair is in loose curls, she has a dusting of makeup and she's wearing a dark blue dress. She was appointed to her role today too.

"Probably" i smile, although it's forced. I don't know if talking about my mate with her is okay, I don't want to break her own progress, or hurt her feelings.

"You should go talk to him, like a normal person" she smiles, but the butcher isn't forced.

"Is it...is it okay talking about him with you?"

"Yes' ' she doesn't hesitate. "I'll always pick my brother, and I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy. So please don't make it weird" she nudges my shoulder.

"I'm not making it weird" my body relaxes at our touch, and she gives me a cheeky smile.

"You're mating tonight"

"How do you know that?" my brows crease, and my eyes flick to my mate for a moment.

"I overheard Bran say it" her face goes serious, as she pokes my chest. "Be good to him" and with that, she turns on her heel making her way into the crowd of people.

Before I can make my way to my mate, he's already by my side. "You okay?" he asks, his eyes flickering to Layla, then back to me.

"Yeah, I am. You?"

"Yeah, tired of this event already" he pouts "Can we go?"

"You don't want to eat first?" I question, gesturing to the food. He shakes his head, his eyes narrowing on me.

"You know what i want" his words send blood rushing to my cock. Sounds fucking good to me.

"If you say so" I murmured, before lacing our fingers together and pulling him through the crowd of people. I don't want to mate in his parents house, so I pull him up the stairs to my room.

Once we're in the suite, I'm practically dragging him to my bedroom. Inside, I shut and flipped the lock on my door. Shedding my jacket, I see him doing the same. His eyes are dilated, and he's looking at me.

So fucking hot.

Pressing his body to the door, like I did earlier, I attacked his lips. As I do, I unbutton his shirt. Tongue, teeth, all of it is in these messy kisses. But they're full of need, of want.

And it feels so fucking good.

Sliding his shirt down his arms, exposing his perfect body to me. My kisses trail down to his jaw, down the column of his neck, to his collar bones. My teeth nip at the skin, then I'm biting into his mark, sending a moan through his body.

His hands are in my hair, tugging and pulling me closer. I work on his pants, pushing them down past his hips. He slips off his shoes, and I do the same. Then he's working on my shirt, pulling me to him. Kissing, moaning, as he undoes my shirt. Pushing it down my arms, I quickly got rid of my pants.

Pulling him away from the door, to the bed. I'm pushing him down, then I'm on him instantly.

I push his boxers down, exposing him to hard length. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroke him slowly. "Are you still sure?" I ask, my lips traveling all over his body.

"Y-yeah" he pants, reaching into my boxers to stroke me. "No teasing though, I need you" he practically whines.

A smirk tugs at my lips. But I reach into my night stand, grabbing the lube I keep there. I'm moving down his body, spreading his legs as I settle between them. I coat my fingers in the gel, running my finger around his rim.

He huffs out a breath, spreading his legs wider. I push a finger in, letting it go naturally and not fighting against the resistance. He lets out a heavy breath, his eyes fluttering closed when I start to thrust.

I add another finger when he's ready for it, adding a third once it's all stretched and ready. He lets out quiet gasps and moans through the whole process.

Once he's primed and ready, I slip my fingers free of him. "Do you want to use a condom?" I ask, getting ready to grab one.

"No," he says, slightly confused. I guess I got it, but I wanted to make sure. I coat my cock in the silk like gel, making sure to put enough on it.

"Ready?" I ask, lining myself up with his entrance.

"Stop asking, I'm ready" he huffs, "Do you not want to?"

"I was trying to be nice"

"Well stop"

"Okay" I shrug, before pushing into him. I take it slow, going inch by inch. His face, and his body tenses up as soon as I enter, but he takes deep breaths. Slowly, I move forward.

I keep pushing in until I'm fully seated. He takes another breath, this time shaky.

"Okay pups?" i ask, using all my self control to not fuck the shit out of him. It's so fucking tight and warm and feels so fucking good.

"Yeah" he nods "You can move" slowly pulling out, I slide back in. I do that a couple times, as long as possible. His scrunched face starts to relax, and I pick up the speed a tad. Pulling his leg up, pressing his knee to his chest, I thrust sharper, harder.

Branson lets out a loud moan, his head falling back against the pillow. I do it again, harder this time. Faster. He grips my arms, letting out another moan.

"Oh fuck" he gasps, squirming slightly.

"You feel so fucking good pups" i mumble, my face burrying into his neck. Nipping at his mark, I thrust harder, hitting his prostate. I can feel it. And the way his whole body tenses, and the loud moan.

"Oh fuck, do that again" he whimpers, his body moving closer to mine. Our sweaty skin sticks, but i fuck into him. Harder, faster, anyway I can. It feels fucking fantastic.

Pulling out abruptly, I flipped him over, his stomach against the bed. I pull his hips up, kneeing his thighs apart further.

"Noah-" I'm slamming back into him before he can say anything else. This angle makes it so I'm thrusting right into his prostate, and gives me more leverage so I can go faster.

"You're so fucking tight pups. So fucking good" i grunt, keeping a steady pace. "Close" reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his hard cock. I stroke him in time with my thrusts, listening to him practically scream in pleasure is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Noah" he cries, his body tensing. He moans out a bunch of incoherent words, senstancing, i'm not sure. But his babbling, and the way his body starts to shake sends me right over the edge.

My cock pulsates, painting his insides. A loud grunt slips free, and Branson's body collapses under mine. I gently pull out, dropping down next to him.

Holy fuck.

A/N

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