Lizzie's POV
As soon as his lips touched mine I was a goner. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to me. His big, rough hands grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. His lips were soft and rough at the same time. His tongue gently slipped in between my lips and tasted me, slowly. He gently put my lip in betweeen his teeth and tugged gently making me gasp. His hands were crushing me to him. It was pure bliss being held by my mate. My wolf was yipping in joy wanting our mate to full claim us. Everywhere he touched made my insides burn even more for him. Our lips were moving in synch as he pushed me into the bed. He looked down at me.
"You look so perfect mate. I love you so much." He smiled and tore my gown off. I laid there embarrased of my body. What if I wasn't curvy enough or tall enough for him? He stopped smiling and looked down at me. "You fit me perfectly, mate. I love how curvy and luscious you are. Never feel like you are unworthy. I am your alpha and I command you to be proud of your body." I glanced down and lifted my arms to protect my breasts from his eyes. He growled and grabbed my arms and held them up against the pillows with one muscled arm and looked down at me. "Mate we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which do you want?
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My love, the Alpha
WerewolfMontana 1865 Lizzie and Tristan have grown up together and have been best friends. He knows something she doesn't. They're both werewolves and she's his mate. When he shows his wolf she changes and realizes something she has never felt before. Inten...
