Mated To Alpha Kessler

Kessler’s POV

I was in meetings with Alpha Baynes of the Crescent Pack, and one of the reasons Annie tagged along. To be honest, I was stunned by Lyra’s bold behavior last night and the commanding aura she oozed.

Watching Annie bow to her command was something else. My mind wandered to how her body had pressed against mine. Her nipple pointed out from her skimpy red nightie.

Despite I tried to control my emotions, I knew I failed miserably. She was one incredibly attractive woman that held me spellbound.

As the meeting progressed, I found it increasingly difficult to focus. Lyra’s seemed to fill my thoughts.

The thought made my third leg twitch in my trousers. If I hadn’t found Lyra at the lake, I might have considered Annie as my mate.

But it would have been purely out of convenience, not because I felt anything for her. She’s just a spoiled brat, and I couldn’t stand the idea of being with her.

“And to know that the rogues are extending West of our pack, it’s a great concern,” Alpha Baynes said, pulling me out of the whirlwind of thoughts that had consumed me.

The mention of the rogue activity jolted me back to reality, filling me with a sense of urgency and determination. “The rogues dare not come around our territory, but lately, it seems they’ve been finding it amusing to feast around our borders,” I declared, my voice laced with frustration and determination. “I won’t stop at anything to bring them down.”

The threat of rogue activity on our borders was not something to be taken lightly. It was a direct challenge to our authority and the safety of our pack.

As I sat in the meeting, I suddenly felt her emotions surge, as if she was in a state of panic. It hit me like a wave, causing me to groan in pain. I wanted to shut it down, to block out the overwhelming flood of emotions, but I couldn’t.

This was the price I had to pay for marking her, for creating a connection that bound us together.

Despite my desire to stay and continue the meeting with Alpha Baynes, I knew I had to act. I had to find her, to calm her down and ease her distress.

Rising from my seat, I made my way out of the meeting room, determined to locate her and offer whatever comfort I could.

I was surprised to see her struggling in the pool, her distress evident as she flailed in the water. Without hesitation, I dove in and swam to her, feeling a rush of relief as I reached her side.

As I caught her arm, she instinctively wrapped her leg around my torso, aiming for safety in my embrace. Despite the urgency of the situation, I could feel a surge of warmth at the way she clung to me.

With a grin, I pulled her flushed body close to mine, savoring the feeling of her pressed body on me. In no time, I was able to bring her safely out of the water, holding her trembling body securely in my arms.

We sat on the concrete deck, my ankles dipped into the water, as Dolph groaned in my head, “Mate.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Yes, mate,” I repeated, the weight of the word sinking in. I was overcome by a whirlwind of emotions. as I leaned in to kiss her.

She jolted back at first, sending a shiver down my spine, but then she closed her eyes as I pressed my lips against hers, our tongues intertwining in a passion.

I didn’t care if she was kissing me back or not. For me, it was about asserting dominance and control. The thought of losing her, of what could have happened if I hadn’t arrived in time, fueled my desperation. I kissed her fiercely, pouring all my emotions into the kiss as if my entire existence depended on it. She is mine Dolph groans.

As she tangled her fingers into my wet hair, I couldn’t resist pulling her closer, our bodies pressed together in a passion.

The mate bond between us seemed to intensify with each passing moment, driving us to kiss each other like there was no tomorrow.

My hands roamed over her thigh and waist, exploring every curve of her body, until they found her breasts. With a gentle squeeze, I moan softly, my mouth hanging open in pleasure.

Breaking away from the kiss, I looked into her eyes, amazed by the she-wolf who had effortlessly captured my heart.

It was unexpected, but at that moment, I knew that she was everything I had been searching for, and I was determined to cherish every moment we shared.

Her eyes snapped open as if she was disappointed that I had disconnected my lips from hers. I could sense the longing in her stare as she ran her eyes over me.

Despite the cold water surrounding us, the heat radiating from our bodies intensifies.

She reached out, dragging her hand from my neck to my cheek, and I couldn’t resist drawing her closer. As I did, my hand traveled to her buttock, squeezing her flesh gently but firmly in place.

Something dark crossed my eyes as she clenched her thigh around my torso, her actions indicating her need for breath. I could sense her desperation as she sucked in much-needed air.

She shook her head once more, pushing me back, but I didn’t budge. I knew I was stronger than her, and I wasn’t about to let her go.

“Take me away from here,” she said, her flushed face hidden from view. Her words were a plea, a request for escape from whatever had caused her distress.

“How did you get into the water in the first place?” I asked her, my gaze searching deep into her eyes, with the hope of understanding the turmoil within her soul.

I could sense she was trying to hide something from me, but I gave her a stern look, silently urging her to be honest with me.

Finally, she released a sigh of relief and attempted to pull away, but I tightened my grip over her ankles, refusing to let her escape.

“Kessler,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“What?” I pressed my tone firmly.

But she remained silent, leaving me with a sense of unease and a flood of unanswered questions.

“You keep moaning my name. What do you want?” I asked her, my voice husky with desire, as I trailed my hand and encircled the entrance of her core.

I could feel a spark ignite within her as she panted, unable to contain herself. Her hot breath was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine.

“What do you want, Lyra?” I asked again, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable to bear.

“I want you to touch me,” she confessed, moaning softly as I planted a kiss on her inner thigh, tantalizingly close to where she needed me most.

“I want your finger inside me,” she blurted out, her desperation evident as she searched for something to hold onto. My finger traced a path along her slit, eliciting a response of goosebumps rising on her skin as she closed her eyes in blissful anticipation.

I opened my lips and closed them around her neck, sucking gently. She clenched my hair tighter, urging me nearer, as I thrust my finger into her hole, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her lips.

She came with a long moan, repeatedly saying, “Kessler, stop… Kess… Kessler, please stop,” as she instantly pulled back and sat up on the floor.

I could see the embarrassment written all over her face at what had just happened. My eyes remained fixed on her as I put my finger in my mouth, tasting her essence.