Billionaire Alpha's Human Mate

Then Don't Stop

Avery

“Then don’t,” I say to Tristan as we are kissing on the couch. I just watched him transform into a giant wolf right in front of me. I still had to come to terms with that, but I did feel the bond he spoke of. I needed to feel more of him.

Tristan smirks and smashes his lips against me while pushing me onto the couch. He covers me with his almost naked body, and I feel he is already a little hard.

“Holy s**t,” I mutter.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks like a high school boy.

“No,” I wrap my arms around him, and we keep kissing. He trails down my neck and lingers for a moment.

“My mark will go there,” He mutters.

“Mark?” I say.

“Wolves mark their mate,” he says.

“Okay,” I say, as my world just keeps getting stranger.

We continue kissing and he fumbles with my shirt. I sit up a little to pull it off. A low growl rumbles out, and I wonder if that is from his wolf. Tristan’s strong, smooth hand latches onto my breasts and licks and massages them. I let out a satisfied moan. It has been a while since I was with a man. My last boyfriend ran off with a cheerleader, and it still stings.

Tristan kisses his way down my body as I wiggle from the sensation of his lips on my skin. The tingles he says come from the mate bond feel like nothing I have felt before. “Do you like that?” He peers up at me with his blue eyes.

“It’s strange but pleasant,” I respond.

Tristan chuckles as he plays with the band on my pants. I am still wearing the same clothes from last night. “May I?” he asks, ever so gently.

I nod and watch as he slides my pants down and stares.

He inhales deeply, “Holy shit.”

“Do I stink?” I ask, and he chuckles again.

“No, baby,” He grins and kisses my mound. “You taste so good,” He whispers as I feel his tongue on my clit.

“Holy s**t,” I yell as the sensation hits me. He continues licking and then adds his finger, making me wiggle and moan. He presses his other hand on my belly to keep me still. “Tristan,” I breathe out.

“That’s my girl,” He continues. “Have you done this before?”

“s*x?” I huff. “Yeah,” I snort.

A loud growl rumbles out of him and shakes his head, “Sorry, Dragos wasn’t happy hearing that.”

I roll my eyes as he continues his work. “Oh my god,” I cry out as he inserts a finger while also licking me. “How?” I cry.

Tristan chuckles but says nothing as I clasp his curly red hair. He thrusts his fingers a little faster and then adds another. “You are so wet for me.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Keep going.”

“Avery,” he says my name, and it sounds like heaven to me.

“Say my name again,” I whisper to him.

“Avery,” He repeats with a grin. He continues with his magic hands, and my muscles clench. “I can feel it,” He mutters.

“Oh my god,” I cry out as I orgasm, and my juices flow out over his hand. He licks me clean and then kisses his way up my body.

“Are you ready for more?” He asks.

I nod.

He slides his shorts off, and I get another look at his manhood, which is at full mast. A smirk spreads across his face. “You look shocked.”

“I don’t think I’ve had one that big,” I say, and he laughs.

“Good,” He smirks and thrusts into me. I cry out, and he pauses. “Are you okay?”

“Keep going,” I grumble.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says and thrusts hard into me multiple times. I grip the top of the couch as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

“Tristan,” I cry. “Oh my god,” I say.

“Music to my ears,” He moans as he repositions me and sets my legs on his shoulders. He goes deeper than before, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “I want to be with you forever,” He sings. “Oh, my goddess, I accept you, Avery Anderson. You are my mate, my Luna,” he says. “I love you,” he says, and I look up at him as he continues thrusting into me.

I don’t know what to say, so I nod when he looks down at me.

He strokes my cheek, “You are so beautiful.” He pulls out and, without words, flips me over and pulls me to my knee. I cry out when he begins thrusting into me again.

“Holy s**t,” I grip the couch to keep my balance. “Tristan,” I cry as he goes faster, causing the couch to creek in protest. My walls clench around him as we orgasm together. I collapse to the couch with him on top of me.

He kisses my shoulder and strokes my hair, “I love you so much.”

Again, I am unable to form the words back, so I just nod.

“Are you okay?” He whispers against my ear, and I nod.

We linger for a moment before he pulls me upright. His hand runs up and down my bare belly.

“The future is here,” he says, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Sorry,” He grins. He suddenly stiffens and growls. “s**t,” He mutters. “I have to go,” he says. “Pack problems.”

“Is everything alright?” I wonder.

“Nothing the Alpha can’t handle,” He stands up and walks towards the bedroom.

I get up to follow him and stumble slightly. I sit on the bed while he rummages through the closet.

“You are free to stay here as long as you want,” he says. “I will also tell the staff downstairs to call you a cab should you want to go home or anywhere you wish.” He puts on a pair of khaki pants and a white polo shirt. “How do I look?”

“Cute,” I smirk.

“Just cute?” He snorts. “I’m not the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life?” He jokes.

“Almost,” I joke back, and he frowns slightly.

He kisses me, “I guess I’ll take that.”

“I’ll probably go home. I hate worrying my mother,” I say.

“You are a good woman, Avery,” Tristan says and leaves the bedroom.

I follow him and watch him touch the door. He pauses and looks at me. I run over and wrap my arms around his neck to kiss him one more time.

“Yes,” He mutters. “I love you,” He touches my cheek before he pulls away. “Goodbye,” he says before finally walking out of the apartment.

I linger for a moment before deciding to put my clothes back on. I sigh as my shirt is a little torn, so I go to Tristan’s closet and find an oversized t-shirt to put on. “I’m sure he won’t mind,” I laugh as I slip it on. I look around for my purse and remember I lost it at the club. Sighing, I head out of the apartment. I get to the bottom floor, and a doorman approaches me.

“Hello, Ms. Anderson,” He grins with a slight bow. “Can I get you anything?”

“A cab,” I say. “But I don’t have any money. I lost my purse.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” He grins. “Alpha Emerson took care of it. I’ll get you situated. Have a seat, Luna.”

I sit on a chair by the desk and stare into space for a few minutes.

“Your car is here, Luna,” he says.

“Thanks,” I stand up and go outside where a limo sits. “I just needed a cab.”

“I can take you anywhere,” the driver says.

“I just want to go home,” I say.

“Then home it is, Luna,” the driver bows and opens the door.