Who is Magpie?

He approached her, rubbing her shoulder and checking that she had set it correctly. “I thought we agreed no fighting.” He growled lowly, smelling her hair like he had missed her.

She wasn’t at all concerned, still smiling from her victory as she replied. “He challenged me.”

“Challenged you?”

“After insulting me.”

Ezekiel held her and chuckled. “Well then he had it coming.”

She smiled at him, feeling his pride like it could fill her soul. “How much did you see?”

He chuckled again, lighter. “When I arrived you were still on the treadmill….” She covered her face, realizing he had heard her bold statement. “I especially liked how you claimed you’d let me win.”

She smirked. “I don’t believe that’s what I said at all.”

“I don’t care,” he said softly, running his nose up and down between the base of her neck and her ear, letting his breath tickle her skin. “But I’d let you beat me too, if that’s what you like.” He smirked against the skin, “I am having a very difficult time resisting you after watching you fight like that.”

Jessamine understood how he felt, feeling the same way while watching his challenge. “So don’t.”

He leant in, stealing another lungful of the scent of lilies before nipping at her ear. He expected her to gasp in surprise like before, but this time she moaned up into his ear and he froze. Her arm slid over him, landing in his back pocket and pulling him in towards her. His nose trailed down her neck to her shoulder where he peppered the slightly swollen skin with soft kisses before biting gently on the surface.

With her gasp this time she nipped at his shoulder, being rougher than he had with her. He growled in her ear accepting the challenge. Sliding his hands up her sides from her hips, he hooked his thumbs under her shirt and then her bra, raising it over her breasts despite her resistance.

“Ezekiel, what are you doing?!” She hissed, trying to pull her shirt back down as she looked around the room for anyone still there.

“They’re all gone.” He assured, grabbing her hands in both of his, bringing them around behind her so he could hold them both in one, and then lift her onto him to wrap her legs around his waist.

He plunge his face into her chest licking and sucking her tits lavishly, enjoying every inch he got in his mouth. The sudden sensation had her calling out, moaning his name into the echoing space around them. This urged his hunger further, releasing her hands to wind and tangle through his hair as he lowered to his knees.

One hand around her waist and the other behind her head he laid her down on the floor, kissing down her chest and over her stomach faster than she could collect her thoughts to figure out where he was going. He slowed for only a moment to kiss the bruise on her ribs from the fight, before he pulled her shorts off and she gasped again. She was trying to hide herself from being naked in the large open space where she had just been sparring fifteen minutes ago with at least twenty people watching.

He held her hands aside as he lowered his head to her centre. “You’re beautiful,” he assured.

She didn’t have a chance to gather any blood to her face for a blush because the next thing she knew was his tongue plunging into her. She quivered at the sensation, body rocked with a pleasure she had never really experienced. Every lick and every suck sent waves rolling over her body and she was only vaguely aware of her audibly making high pleasured gasping sounds.

Ezekiel’s lips hummed against her most sensitive flesh, enjoying her like she was a decadent dessert; good until the last drop. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked suddenly, licking her while he awaited her answer.

Surprise and panic woke up in her. “What? No, why would….”

“Do you want to cum?” He asked instead, and despite her face flushing she nodded. “Then be a good girl and play with those wonderful tits for me.”

When she didn’t move he began slowing down his adulation, finally releasing her hands fully she slid them up to her chest. Gripping and pinching her breasts as he domanded, had her begging. “Please.” Her hips ground against the air in desperation. “Please, go back to what you were doing before.”

He chuckled, circling his thumb over the remaining red line on her inner thigh. “I’m going to need you to be more specific.” He spoke lightly, and ended it with a kiss on the mark that sent a shiver up her spine.

“Please my Alpha, devour me,” Jessamine begged.

A purr rolled within him, the words echoing through his mind and growing his hunger for her. His wide flat tongue lapped up every drop she had to offer, and she tried to clamp her legs closed around him as she got increasingly more sensitive. His large hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her legs open to get at her core with his tongue while sliding a finger into her opening.

“Ezekiel!” She nearly cheered, her breathing becoming shorter and excited as she neared her climax.

Ezekiel could feel her squeezing his finger tightly, moving her hips as fast as he curled them and plunged them inside her. Her breathes and squeaks of delight echoed in the gym, giving her the sensation of being watched, half undressed and being pleasured in the middle of the open floor. One of her hands left her breasts to wind through his hair as she neared her peak, pulling him up toward her face she bit into the base of his neck and sailed over the edge. Her pussy massaged over his fingers as he pulled them in and out passed her rolling climax.

As her breathing slowed he slowly pulled his fingers out, sucking the results from her orgasm from them. “Mmm, strawberries.”

Her legs quivered beneath her when his ragged breath brushed over that entirely too sensitive bud. Jessamine laid flat on the floor, her legs sliding down as the strength left her. Ezekiel slid her shorts back on kissing his way up from her belly button to her chest, causing her to twinge with her skin feeling like it had been turned on. He briefly kissed both peaks before pulling her shirt down, and she reached excitedly for his pants. If that’s what he could do to her with only his fingers she wanted to know what he felt like inside her.

He pulled her hand away, bringing it up to kiss her fingers. “That can wait.” He moved up to lay down beside her, her eyes questioning with the hunger to keep going. “It’s traditional when you find your mate to go on a full moon run, it’s a bit of a game, like cat and mouse, before you claim them as yours.”

She turned embarrassed from him. “Oh, I think it may be too late for that.”

He removed his shirt to wipe his face, looking over at one of the many walls lined with mirrors he could see the small bruises that made up her teeth there at his neck. She worried he would be mad that she had broken their tradition but when he turned back to her she was pulled up and moved to sit in his lap. His strong arms wrapped around her and he nuzzled his face into her neck, making her giggle.

“You’re not mad?” She confirmed, and he shook his head against her.

“I am honoured that you would mark me as yours.” His wolf growled eagerly inside him, the taste of her still on his tongue.

Her own wolf looked upon the mark with so much pride, thinking of how she would have broken the skin to make it last longer or even scar, but the bruise was enough to placate her.

“They’re all going to know.” She said suddenly, smelling herself on his face even after he wiped the liquids off. “You evacuated everyone during training to….”

“Devour you, I believe is what you said.” He offered helpfully, kissing the under side of her chin.

She fought the blush back. “Yes.”

“These are the perks of being alpha, along with all of the stresses and duties, I can also devour my mate wherever I want.” He boasted now, giving her a final squeeze before bringing her to stand with him. He brushed the dust from the floor off her back and ass with more enjoyment than the task required. “And about Kai…”

“I know he didn’t mean it.” Jessamine interrupted. “He was enjoying us sparring too much to really be angry.”

Ezekiel growled lowly in her ear. “I hope you didn’t enjoy it too much,” he smirked.

She kissed his fingers as she wove her hand into his. “I loved losing to you way more.”