Master Alpha

Rhea sighed as she released her hair from the confines of its ponytail, and it poured down her bare back. As soon as she got home, she instantly stripped off her clothing to relax herself physically, and to attempt to relax herself mentally. She kept thinking of Sam, of how he was now officially a Nanta. It felt bittersweet to her, turning the only human friend that she had been able to keep in the world into what she is now. She had appreciated Sam’s humanity and treasured it, a life of innocence away from her world, but he wanted more. He wanted the turn, she reminded herself for the thousandth time. Tomorrow, I will see how he is adjusting to it all while we drive to grab his belongings. She did not realize that Sam had been so lonely in his life; while he did not directly tell her that, that was essentially his reasoning for wanting to turn. He had no connections to his human life that made him want to stay human. He saw the possibility for a better life, a fuller life, and he wanted to take it. Rhea shook her head as she smiled at Lincoln before her. His perfectly sculpted body was lying nude on her bed with his eyes ravishing her. She grinned as his erection promptly swelled for her. She crawled across the bed to him and laid herself on top of him. She kissed him chest softly. Those are concerns for tomorrow, she thought. Tonight, I want to celebrate with my mate.

Lincoln growled softly as he cupped Rhea’s face to bring her lips to his and kiss her deeply. He knew that she needed rest, he knew that they needed to talk about Sam’s transition and the trip tomorrow, but he did not want to focus on any of that right now. It had been a rough week for both of them, and he wanted to cherish the win that she had accomplished. There is a cure for the infection, he thought. We can beat this. He deepened the kiss further as he realized that only one week ago, he did not have his mate. One week ago, he was blind to the fact that he had actually fallen in love with her. As unfortunate as Lillian’s condition had been, Lincoln was thankful for it. Had she not become ill, and Rhea forced to interact with Lincoln on the day of the moon, he would have never found her. He inhaled happily as her fingers scraped along his arms. He flexed his muscles in response to her and bit at her lip playfully. She giggled at him as she pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes.

Rhea straddled herself against Lincoln’s waist. He instantly growled as she teased her wet core against his erection. “I do believe that I promised to be yours after Lillian’s cure,” she said.

“You need to rest, pet,” he growled lightly.

“Would you rather that I do that?” She attempted to get off Lincoln and he growled once again. He pressed his hands into her thighs to pin her against him. She gasped and he snarled as he bucked his hips against her to plunge his erection inside of her. “I’m supposed to sleep,” she attempted to pout as she sighed.

“Oh, you will, my pet. I will put you to bed.” He purred.

Lincoln’s electric blue eyes stared into his gorgeous mate’s auburn eyes. She began rocking her hips against his while she rode him. He threw his head back as the scent of honeysuckle and peaches overpowered his nose, and he thrust himself deeper into her. Her scent was intoxicating, the only drug that he swore to stay addicted to. He could never get enough of it; to smell it, to taste it, to bask in it. Lincoln sat up and wrapped a hand in her hair. He yanked her head back sharply and kissed her neck. He snarled as he drowned in her scent and ran his tongue along her skin to taste it. He never wanted to be in a world without that scent ever again.

Rhea wrapped her arms around Lincoln’s neck and pressed his body even closer to hers. She moaned as the close contact forced his erection deeper inside of her. She kissed him passionately, happily. She had spent so many years convinced that she was just a guard that was hopelessly in love with her ruler and had told herself that their friendship was the farthest that it would ever go. She had feared finding her true mate because she did not believe that there was a better man out there than Lincoln to love and appreciate. She was so relieved and so happy that he turned out to be her mate, that she still had moments where she could not believe it. One week ago, I was just his friend, and today we are living together and planning a life together, she thought as she moaned into the kiss. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled lightly as she felt her orgasm beginning to build. Lincoln tore away from the kiss and plunged his fangs into her neck.

Lincoln snarled as Rhea orgasmed around his cock while her scent exploded on his tongue. He lapped at the skin of her neck greedily with his tongue while his fangs pulled her blood into his mouth. He continued thrusting into her and purred as she continued to writhe on top of him. She was absolutely gorgeous to him, but, in that moment, where she orgasmed just for him, reacted only to him, she was at her most beautiful. He groaned against her skin as his orgasm shook his body and his release poured into her. He pulled his fangs out of her neck and kissed her deeply. He rolled their bodies over with his erection keeping them locked together so that he could be on top of her. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist to further assist in fastening his body to hers. He growled as she pulled him deeper inside of her.

“How many rounds?” Lincoln whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.

“We do have to sleep at some point, we have a travel to make tomorrow,” Rhea whispered back.

“That wasn’t my question.”

“How many can you complete, my beast?”

“Oh, my pet,” he purred and began thrusting into her again. “I will complete as many as I can until I bleed.”

“Promise?” She grinned.

Rhea moaned as Lincoln pounded into her and raked her nails down his back. Her fangs descended suddenly as the smell of Lincoln’s blood filled the air. She had drawn blood. Lincoln quickly sliced his bottom lip with his own fangs and kissed her. She sighed into the kiss as his sweet blood caressed her tongue. He is addicting in every way possible, she thought. His touch, his taste, his pure soul. He may be extremely protective now that they secured the mating bond, but she loved him for it. She loved all sides of him, and that would never change. She arched her body against him and kissed him hungrily. He wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her body melded into his as he made love to her.

Lincoln’s moan melted into Rhea’s as they both orgasmed at the same time. “Fuck, the things you do to me,” he whispered.

“Would you rather I didn’t?”

“Oh, hell no. I never want to be without you again. And, for the record,” he added as he nodded behind him. “This was not the bleeding that I meant. I meant that my blood would mix with my cum inside of you from fucking you so much, pet. So, draw as much blood as you want from my skin. I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”

“Promise?” she teased.

“Everyday for the rest of my life,” he purred.

“I love you, Lincoln.”

“I love you, too, Rhea,” he responded before kissing her and making love to her again. He felt so full and complete, for the first time in his one hundred and fifty years. After decades of feeling alone, unwanted, undesired, he finally felt peace with his mate. He kissed her deeply, passionately, desperately. He belonged with her, she belonged with him, and he could not be more thankful that he was granted such a wonderful mate. After being alone for so long, he would never be alone again.

THE END.