against her G-spot hard enough to set off stars behind her eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her when he was fully seated inside. Ali wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, lifting her hips to his first thrust, and opening herself fully to his tongue as well as his cock.
Every thrust seemed to send a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. Grey kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and her breasts as he moved, seemingly unable to keep from tasting her all over even when he was deep inside of her.
Ali tilted her hips up. He caught them in both his big hands and thrust hard, and she wailed at the difference in angle and the pleasure clenching her body tight.
"Please," she gasped as he thrust again and again, winding her tighter and tighter and tighter. "Please, please, please!"
Grey listened. He let go of her hip with one hand and reached between them, rubbing the pads of his fingers in circles over her clit as he thrust. Once—twice—three times—
Ali shrieked aloud as she came a second time, her pussy clenching down hard on Grey's cock. Nothing had ever felt as good as he felt inside her. She wanted to stay like this forever.
His long, low groan reverberated through their bodies as her pussy spasmed around him.
"So hot," he whispered, "So hot, you're so beautiful, the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, Alethia ."
He pressed his face into her neck as he came. Ali wrapped her arms around him and pretended that tears hadn't sprung into her eyes.
They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a long time. Ali had no idea how much time they'd spent clutching each other when Grey finally lifted his head to look at her.
“You’re amazing.” He brushed a tendril of hair out of her eyes.
Ali smiled, feeling happiness suffusing her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so content. “So are you.”
***
It wasn’t long before Alethia drifted off to sleep, and Grey was left to watch her soft breathing and think.
He’d been suspecting something since the moment their eyes met, if he was honest with himself. There’d been a spark there, a connection that couldn’t be denied, and it had only grown stronger and stronger as the night went on. His desire to have her shift and run alongside him had only been a symptom of the real truth.
When he’d slid inside her, he’d known.
Alethia was his mate.
Maybe he should’ve told her right then, but he’d been a bit distracted. And she’d been so sleepy right after. He wanted to make sure she understood what this meant, to talk to her about the future.
The future they were going to share.
Grey let out a silent laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. He never would have imagined that he’d find his mate in a bar in Ryder’s Lodge.
He’d never imagined that his mate would be someone like Alethia.
When he’d thought about it, he’d always pictured a tomboy, a woman who wore hiking boots and a baseball cap instead of heels and makeup. He’d always figured that a woman who liked clothes and nail polish and… all that stuff…wouldn’t be happy with him.
But now that he’d met Alethia, he knew different. She’d been so happy that he was willing to listen to her talk about the things she liked. It was such a simple thing. Sure, he couldn’t hold up his end of a conversation about lipstick or whatever, but he wouldn’t say no to learning a bit about things that had always been a total mystery to him.
Besides, anything that made her look that insanely beautiful had to be worth talking about.
She’d probably be happy if he bought her some… things.
Grey’s instincts liked that. A present for his mate. The snow leopard inside him was eager to kill something and drag it back for her to admire.
Fine, he’d stalk the wild feminine accessories and get her a surprise.
He frowned, thinking. Clothes needed to be tried on, and he had a vague understanding that women were very particular about that point. Makeup…
He leaned down and kissed her when he was fully seated inside. Ali wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, lifting her hips to his first thrust, and opening herself fully to his tongue as well as his cock.
Every thrust seemed to send a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. Grey kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and her breasts as he moved, seemingly unable to keep from tasting her all over even when he was deep inside of her.
Ali tilted her hips up. He caught them in both his big hands and thrust hard, and she wailed at the difference in angle and the pleasure clenching her body tight.
"Please," she gasped as he thrust again and again, winding her tighter and tighter and tighter. "Please, please, please!"
Grey listened. He let go of her hip with one hand and reached between them, rubbing the pads of his fingers in circles over her clit as he thrust. Once—twice—three times—
Ali shrieked aloud as she came a second time, her pussy clenching down hard on Grey's cock. Nothing had ever felt as good as he felt inside her. She wanted to stay like this forever.
His long, low groan reverberated through their bodies as her pussy spasmed around him.
"So hot," he whispered, "So hot, you're so beautiful, the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, Alethia ."
He pressed his face into her neck as he came. Ali wrapped her arms around him and pretended that tears hadn't sprung into her eyes.
They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a long time. Ali had no idea how much time they'd spent clutching each other when Grey finally lifted his head to look at her.
“You’re amazing.” He brushed a tendril of hair out of her eyes.
Ali smiled, feeling happiness suffusing her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so content. “So are you.”
***
It wasn’t long before Alethia drifted off to sleep, and Grey was left to watch her soft breathing and think.
He’d been suspecting something since the moment their eyes met, if he was honest with himself. There’d been a spark there, a connection that couldn’t be denied, and it had only grown stronger and stronger as the night went on. His desire to have her shift and run alongside him had only been a symptom of the real truth.
When he’d slid inside her, he’d known.
Alethia was his mate.
Maybe he should’ve told her right then, but he’d been a bit distracted. And she’d been so sleepy right after. He wanted to make sure she understood what this meant, to talk to her about the future.
The future they were going to share.
Grey let out a silent laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. He never would have imagined that he’d find his mate in a bar in Ryder’s Lodge.
He’d never imagined that his mate would be someone like Alethia.
When he’d thought about it, he’d always pictured a tomboy, a woman who wore hiking boots and a baseball cap instead of heels and makeup. He’d always figured that a woman who liked clothes and nail polish and… all that stuff…wouldn’t be happy with him.
But now that he’d met Alethia, he knew different. She’d been so happy that he was willing to listen to her talk about the things she liked. It was such a simple thing. Sure, he couldn’t hold up his end of a conversation about lipstick or whatever, but he wouldn’t say no to learning a bit about things that had always been a total mystery to him.
Besides, anything that made her look that insanely beautiful had to be worth talking about.
She’d probably be happy if he bought her some… things.
Grey’s instincts liked that. A present for his mate. The snow leopard inside him was eager to kill something and drag it back for her to admire.
Fine, he’d stalk the wild feminine accessories and get her a surprise.
He frowned, thinking. Clothes needed to be tried on, and he had a vague understanding that women were very particular about that point. Makeup…
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