The Love of The Alpha

Meeting the Alpha

Chapter Two

Avery's P.O.V.

"Mine!" He shouted at who? Me? Someone else? I don't know.

I couldn't breathe. I found my mate. Finally, I had him.

He pressed his lips against mine and I quickly responded. Oh his mouth was perfect. My wolf loved it. Oh how she loved this man already. She was already in love with him and that didn't surprise me. He kissed me so passionately. My entire body was on fire.

I felt something press against me. I think it was his erection. I pushed my pelvis against him and he growled in the back of his throat. Ooh, he likes that. I pushed again and he growled again. He wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to kiss me. He paused occasionally to run kisses down my neck and throat, but for a good ten minutes he was kissing me.

He pulled away and we were both breathless. He had his forehead against mine.

"Mine," he told me.

I nodded. "Yes, yours." He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breathe.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you," he said.

My heart rate quicken's and I can barely breathe. "What is your name?" I asked him.

He rubbed his nose against mine. A typical wolf thing to do, nuzzling one's mate. "Mason. Mason White," he whispered. His hands caressed my body every inch of it. "What's your's?" he asked.

"Avery Sumner," I replied.

He groaned and I heard his inner wolf howl. "You're perfect," he said.

He connected our lips once again and I let him kiss all of breath out of me. He was perfect. I couldn't get enough. I could hear his wolf growl at me. He couldn't get enough either.

Mason, was having difficultly keeping his wolf in check and so was I. My wold was becoming a needy little bitch. We may be mates, but that doesn't mean I have to sleep with him right this second. Jeez, calm down.

Mason chuckled and tucked a curly piece of hair out of my face. "Our wolves really like each other," Mason said.

Like? Ha! Try love. I love him. My wolf said.

I giggled. "I believe my wolf's exact words were 'I love him'." Mason laughed and he let my feet touch the ground.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

I blushed at his compliment. I ran my fingers through his dark hair. "Thank you, and you're not so bad you're self." He laughed loudly.

"Sassy I see. I actually like that. It suits you."

"Suits me?" I asked.

He ran a trail of kisses down my neck. "Yes, it makes you look... more appealing than you already do," he said.

He then pulled us away from the tree and he took my hands in his and kisses my knuckles tenderly. "How old are you?" He asked.

"I'm nineteen. I'll be twenty in a few days." He nodded and continued to kiss my knuckles leaving a trail of white hot fire across my skin.

"Birthday?" He asked.

"April 23rd," I whispered. His eyes widened.

"That's my birthday," he said in shock.

I looked up into his green eyes. "That's really weird. How old are you? Twenty two almost twenty three." I smiled at him and then for some reason I yawned. "Am I boring you, my mate?" I shook my head.