Antiope

Goddess, grant me strength! I pray as his lips lick mine and I lose command of my body. I was attracted to him before but now there is no stopping it, no putting logic in the middle, not thinking what has transpired between us. There is only the fire on my skin that makes me hotter as he caresses me with fervor.

"Älskling," he sucks the skin on my mark and I moan.

"I... need to learn some Swedish."

"I'll teach you," he smiles against my mouth and picks me up.

He goes up the stairs to his room and he doesn't stop kissing me. He lets the moonlight shine in and he kneels on his bed, letting me gently on the mattress. I look into his eyes and I can't resist the feelings I see in there.

"I want you, Magnus."

"I want you too. I will be gentle for the first time, mate," he smiles and I blush. "But after that, I can't make any promises."

My mouth falls open at his statement. Does he know I am a virgin? I feel blood fill my face and I hide it in my hands.

"Nothing to be embarrassed, little girl," he whispers. "No one has touched you but me and no ever will. You are all mine. And I have touched no one. I am all yours."

What?

"Big, bad Alpha virgin?"

He doesn't seem offended.

"I did not know it but I was waiting for you," he says seriously.

There is nothing to add but look him in the eyes and show him how I need him. Magnus chuckles and he tethers his fingers on my body softly, from my neck to my waist. Then he goes for my blouse, unbuttoning each button slowly. I want to scream in frustration but I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeming too eager.

"You are mine to savor, Antiope. You will be ready and begging me for it."

Cocky son of-

I don't finish that thought because he has unbuttoned my blouse and undone my bra and is now caressing a very sensitive nipple. I look up to him and I expect a smug smile but he seems taken but our moment too, as if he has never touched a female before. Which is accurate. Or not. He has touched me before. So... Stop thinking!

"You are so beautiful, mate," he breathes and his mouth falls on my breast, feasting on it.

I arc my body out of the bed and I let out a moan I am scared it reached everyone in the pack house but I can't hold back. I let my fingers find his t-shirt and I draw it over his shoulders. I need him naked and I need him naked now!

Magnus must have caught my urgency since he gets up and takes off all of his clothes. He stands naked at the foot of the bed and he looks down at me with that predatory look that has me salivating over him.

"Your turn, little girl," he challenges.

I am so turned on, I can't even be mad at him for calling me that. I get rid of my blouse and bra altogether and I raise my waist to lower my jeans. Then I lie back on the bed only in my black panties.

"Little girl?" He beckons at the last piece of clothing I have on.

"That one, Alpha Ulfisson, you shall have to take off yourself."

He growls and falls on all fours on the bed. For a second there, I am afraid that he will shift as he looks up to me with those penetrating eyes, ready to devour me. But all he does is climb up to my lips and give me one wet kiss before leaning down and taking my panties in his teeth.

Goddess, he is a wolf! If there was ever a doubt that there is a beast lurking constantly underneath, then the way he rips them apart without using his hands is proof. He sniffs me and lets out a guttural noise that is making more slickness run down my core and his nose flares in delight.

He then comes back up to me and lies by my side, resting his one arm under my neck, bring me closer to him. When I turn, he looks down at my lips and then takes them in a soul-melting kiss that literally has my toes curl.

As he kisses me like that, slowly, sensually, mind-blowingly, his free hand goes down my neck, between my breasts and then to the thighs I have clenched seeking for relief. He pushes my legs apart and instinctively I lift my knees to give him more access. He continues the sweet conquer of my mouth as his fingers explore me, slowly, at his leisure, making me squirm to get his hands where I urgently need them.

Only then does he brush one wet finger over my clit and I moan against his lips. He does the same feather caress over and over again till I am shaking uncontrollably and I throw my head back into the mattress. His head moves lower and he takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking it while his moves become more and more purposeful.

I am dripping and writhing and I am a mass of want and need and lust when I feel two fingers pry me open, his thumb keep caressing my knob and his tongue licking my nipples. How much more a girl can take? When Magnus picks up speed, entering me more forcefully and rubbing me harder, I let go.

A bright light shines behind my closed eyes and a long moan leaves my mouth as I am hit with that familiar electric current my release brings. Though it's nothing but familiar. It's stronger, more profound and sweeter than anything I have ever felt.

"Magnus. Magnus," I say his name again and again as he gradually stops his ministrations to bring me down.

"I want inside you, mate."

"Yes, yes, yes," I chant with wide open eyes, floored by the lust I meet in his blue gaze.

He rolls and climbs over me, settling between my legs, his manhood on my thigh and I shiver. He rests on his elbows and cups my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him as he adjusts his position.

Every inch of our bodies is touching and I feel tingles and goosebumps all over my skin. I take in deep breaths to stop the stupid tears that come over me by that overwhelming feeling that floods me. But when I look up to him, I see him struggle too to maintain control, to master his own feelings and the sensation of our bodies touching.

He lifts his hips and I feel him in my entrance. And then he pushes slightly, parting me with his erection slowly, tenderly. I know he doesn't want to hurt me but I feel empty and hallow inside and I need him to stop being the nice guy right now. So, I buck my hips to meet him eliciting a smile from his lips.

"Slowly, Antiope. I promised you slow. Don't make me lose control and end up hurting you," he caresses my lips with his before he goes to my neck and finds my mark.

When his tongue goes over it, I can't even register the emotions that fill me. I am on fire, ready to be his, marked and mated and fully Magnus's. I lift my arms and let one in his hair tugging hard while the other goes on his deliciously firm behind to push him more.

"Goddess, Antiope!" Magnus roars on my neck. "You are so perfect, so ready, so mine!"

He lets go of his control and with one powerful thrust, he buries himself into me. I scream into the night. A scream of pain and pleasure that fuels the beast in him. He pulls back and before I get the chance to complain, he fills me fully once more.

"Magnus. Oh, Magnus... Yes."

"That's it, little girl. Only my name will be on your lips when you feel pleasure. You are mine, my mate, my Luna!"

Each of his last phrases are synchronized with his thrusts, now more purposeful, more curt. His hand forces my leg over his waist to open me to him more and he falls back to my mark.

I feel my orgasm built inside me, the tingling feeling coming back like a tidal wave to take me under but I am not afraid. I want this, I want him, all of him mine. My lips find his neck and I search for that spot, that spot that will make him not roar and growl but moan defenseless to my touch. And I find it.

"Antiope," he sighs as I tease that spot with my teeth.

My canines come out.

"Mate! Ours!" Max is chanting in my head and I am finally agreeing with her.

I bite down hard at the same time I reach my peak, Magnus blood, the solidified bond, our slick bodies making me stiff for a few seconds in a world where only sweet pleasure exists, where his body is my master and his touches my reward.

Magnus over me thrusts one more time deep inside me, deeper than I could ever imagine and I feel his manhood move inside me, filling me with his seed, marking me for life.

When we get out of our stupor, he lifts his body slightly away so he doesn't crash me and he searches my eyes. I stare back at him with absolute satisfaction and bliss. This is what I was made to do, to make love to my mate, to enjoy our connection, our bond. A bond I feel humming between us.

"I love you," I hear his voice in my head and I cry out in delight.

His eyes in mine send the same message and I caress his handsome face.

"I love you too," I reply and feel his wolf howl in absolute joy.

Then, in the back of his mind, I can sense Henrar stir. His appetite was simply fed more and he pushes Magnus for more.

"Magnus?" I pretend to be afraid. "You promised to be nice."

"Nice?" His voice is husky. "When did I say I would be nice? I said," he gets hard inside me, "I would be gentle the first time," his eyes narrow threateningly.

Goddess!