RISK

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Isabella entertains herself by playing with Xander's fingers as he talks to a neighboring packs Alpha on the phone. She doesn't understand most of the words he's saying but she's also not really listening either. She cuddles herself more into Xander's chest and he starts rubbing up and down her arm. At first she was nervous to lay in his bed with him. They've never been this intimate before. But he makes her comfortable.

Xander hangs up the phone, excited he can finally give more attention to his mate. He hikes her thigh up across his leg so he has better access to her whole body. He lightly traces patterns on her thigh and she closes her eyes enjoying his touch. With each pattern she feels his fingers going further up her thigh. Eventually her dress begins to rise up but she doesn't stop him.

"Is this ok?" He ask again.

She looks up at him comfortable with his actions, even though she can feel her heart pounding.

"Yeah." She whispers, not being able to get much out. Xander can hear her heart beating.

"Because we're mates," he begins to explain, "We have a mating bond. Every emotion, every touch, even the smallest ones, feels better than it ever would with anyone else. This," he squeezes her thigh and she feels energy run through her veins, "Feels ten times better than it ever has before, right?" He questions.

She shrugs her shoulders. "I wouldn't know," she pauses, "You're the first person to do it." Isabella hints with her words. She's always been very private with her personal space. Xander knows what she's implying. Even if she had been with someone before him, her past is her past. It wouldn't change anything to him.

He raises her chin so she's looking at him. "Well you're the first person I've ever done it to." He confesses. He softly smiles at her and she can't help but do the same. He leans in and kisses her lips. This time she leans into his body not letting him end the kiss. She's not sure where this newly found confidence came from. She rubs his chest and pulls him closer by his shoulder before deepening the kiss. Within seconds, Xander adjust her so she's straddling him. He uses both of his hands to rub each of her thighs under her dress. His hands meet with the lace of her panties as his hands wrap their way behind her, squeezing her butt. He holds her waist even tighter, pulling her into him. Isabella pulls away from Xander's lips to catch her breath and place kisses on his neck. He can feel a bulge forming in his pants and Isabella eventually realizes, feeling something large against her core, between her thighs. Xander closes his eyes, never feeling anything like this before. He can feel his wolf surfacing but he tries to fight it. If he lets his wolf surface, he does not know how sexual his wolf will be. His wolf wanted to mate Isabella the minute he laid eyes on her.

"Iz." He whispers, trying to contain himself. She kisses his neck harder, knowing he's enjoying it.

"Hm?" She hums into his skin sending chills down his neck but doesn't stop her actions. He can feel his eyes begin to change color and he knows he has to end this right now.

"Isabella." He says, very lightly pushing her away from him. Instantly she becomes embarrassed. She must have been reading his body language wrong. She pulls down her dress so she's covered again. She looks down at her fingers, playing with them nervously.

"I'm sorry," she stutters, "I thought you lik-I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She closes her eyes nervous and embarrassed to be having this conversation. Maybe she was doing it all wrong?

"No, no, Iz, it was great." He tells her, trying to get her to look at him.

She shakes her head. "You don't have to lie, Alexander. I get it."

"I stopped because if you did more than that I don't know how hard it would be to stop. I would never hurt you. It's just that werewolves," he begins to clarify, "Have two sides. Their human side and their wolf side. My wolf side controls everything about me when I'm in werewolf form or when he surfaces. The mate bond is strong for me, but even stronger for him."