Broken Loyalty

Twenty-seven

His lips attached to hers in an all consuming kiss. His wolf howling in happiness. A need so great erupted inside of him and just knew he couldn't go another moment without being buried deep inside of his mate.

Grace wrapped he arms around him, her hands in his hair. She was holding him like she never wanted to let her go and he was loving it. He would never grow tired of his mate and he would be the happiest man alive if he could spend the rest of his days with her in his arms.

Gripping her shirt in his hands he tore it from her body, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. Before he knew it his hands were a frenzy of motions before he stripped them both bare.

His breath became heavier as he felt his wolf pushing towards the forefront, causing his instincts to skyrocket. Looking at his mate, her eyes held so much trust and she smiled up at him.

"You are mine," he growled lowly.

Bracing his weights on his hands, he nudged her legs open with his knee before slamming deep inside of her. He barely recognized the small whimper that came from her before he locked eyes with her.

"Keep your eyes on me," he groaned as he slowly pulled out of her before thrusting back in. "I want to watch you."

Grace was biting her lip, her hands gripping his waist, nails digging into his skin as he increased his speed.

"L-lucas." Grace gasped.

A low groan left his lips before he pulled out of her, flipping her to her hands and knees. Wrapping her hair into his fist he slammed into her once more.

"Lucas!"

His blood was pumping furiously through his veins. Sweat was beading onto his forehead and he watched the way her ass jiggled with every thrust. He was consumed with the need to dominate her, and he did just that.

Using his free hand he put pressure between her shoulder blades, causing her face to meet the bed and her ass to rise into the perfect position

"Stay like this," he growled.

Just the sight of him sliding in and out of her was almost enough to send him over the edge but he held on. Tightening his grip on her hair, he pulled her head back and could see her eyes shut tight.

Lucas could feel his canines elongate before he once again buried them deeply into the soft tissue of her neck. He pulled back at her shriek and watched as the blood slowly pooled before dripping on to to bed. Licking his lips he savored the taste of her, his want to protect his mate growing even more that he thought could possibly happen.

Lucan ran his hand down her back, enjoying the feel of her silky smooth skin, his eyes still on the bleeding mark on the opposite side of the other. The sight of the new mark seemed to harden him even more.

Leaning over her back her sealed the mark, a smirk overtaking his face. There would never be any question that Grace was taken, and that she belonged to an Alpha. She was his, and no other could dispute that fact.

Wrapping his arms across her chest he pulled her up, the both of them resting on their knees as he continued to pump inside of her. Grace's harsh breathing was like music to his ears. He could feel her tightening around her and knew he could die a happy man.

Pushing her back onto her hands and knees. His pace picked up and he moved his hands to her hips, his nails digging into the meaty flesh, pulling her back against him every time he would thrust. The sound our her moans were loud in the room and he aimed to make her louder.

"Scream for me." He whispered in her ear.

Grace shook her head back and forth, denying him and his wolf of what they wanted. He growled at her refusal to satisfy what he beast want and slammed into her harder.

A sharp slap to her ass had Grace squealing and trying to squirm away but Lucas didn't let up his hold. He ruthlessly pound into her and didn't notice the tightening of her grip on the sheets. He could feel himself building before roaring out his release.

Lucas watched as Grace's body slumped forward, their combined breathing was heavy. Lightly kissing her back and made a few small thrusts of his hips before pulling out of her and rolling to her side. He smiled at the flush in her cheeks, and her hair sticking to her face. She was his and he couldn't be happier.

Lucas was pulling on a pair of his workout shorts, his eyes locked onto his sleeping mate. His eyes raked over her naked form and it took everything he had not to crawl back in to the bed with her. Planting a light kiss on her lips, he made his way outside and to the training grounds.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh reached his ears, followed closely by his Beta shouting orders. Stepping onto the grounds his packs stopped what they were doing, Turing their attention to their Alpha. Opening his mouth to speak he was met with a roar of cheers.

It was at the moment he realized that his pack members knew what he had gotten up to. Standing up taller, he puffed out his chest before strolling through the crowd. He was greeted was many congratulations and howls of happiness from his pack.

A few member came and slapped the Alpha on his back, their knowing grins telling him they heard what he was up to with his mate.

"If that didn't produce an heir, nothing will." One of his members shouted, causing the group to laugh.

"Alpha, you might want to get the the house checked for damage."

"Alright, alright!" Andy yelled, "enough teasing our alpha. He can't help it that he's a screamer."

The pack members roared with laughter, before getting back to their training. None wanting to take it to far and risk angering Lucas.

Lucas shook his head smiling, he couldn't wait for the moment when his mate and himself announced the news to the pack. He son was safety growing in his mother womb. He couldn't wait for his son to be born, he was so ready to have his pup cradled in his arms. He wished more than anything that his son was graced with his mother's good looks.

Looking towards the house he fought the urge to go back to Grace. His beast was satisfied for the moment, happier than a kid in an all you can eat candy store.

He was happy that his pack was thrilled with his choice of mate but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.