The Alpha Takes a Mate by Sam Crescent

imagining you waiting for me. You’re naked on the floor, and your mouth opens. You want my cock in your mouth.”
    She moaned, closing her eyes and listening to his words.
    “You take me in your mouth wetting me with your saliva, coating me. After you’ve worked my shaft, getting me all wet, you take me to the back of your throat.”
    He talked about her sucking his cock until she swallowed his release. As Brandon spoke of her swallowing his seed, she gulped down the saliva in her mouth instinctively. He gasped, and the first wave of his seed hit her stomach.
    Opening her eyes, she watched as his cum spurted onto her stomach. The thick white blobs fell on her belly. When he finished, he went back on his knees staring at her. His body was covered in sweat. It was still daylight.
    “You’re not running away screaming,” he said.
    “I wanted this, Brandon.”
    “I want more.”
    “I know.” She couldn’t think with him this close.
    He climbed off the bed. “Stay here. I’ll get a cloth.”
    Brandon left her alone in the bedroom. He closed the door behind him. She couldn’t hear anything but her own breathing.
    Lying back on the bed, she stared at the bare ceiling. What was happening to her? Brandon returned seconds later with a damp cloth. He cleaned her stomach. Once he finished cleaning her, he threw the cloth on his pile of clothes before climbing into bed beside her.
    “It’s still daylight,” she said.
    “I’m not a vampire, baby. I’m a wolf.” He pulled her in close. “You look tired. Everything will be waiting for us when we wake up. You’ve had a long day, and you’ve not been sleeping well at night. It’s my responsibility to make sure you’re fine.”
    She settled against him. His cock was rock hard against her ass.
    “Seriously, you can go again?” she asked.
    He chuckled. “Baby, wolves are designed to go for hours. That was a starter to me. Go to sleep , and I’ll hold you while you do.”
    Elle didn’t argue with him. Closing her eyes she let sleep claim her.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Brandon left his mate sleeping as he went down to where his friends were waiting. Lewis, Darcy, and Drake were sat around his sitting room drinking his expensive whisky. He got the whiskey imported once a month. Being a werewolf meant a lot of strong alcohol passed through their system with no side effects. The stronger the whiskey the more it took hold and gave him the buzz humans got. He liked the buzz the stronger stuff gave him.
    “Layla’s worried about Elle. She wants to call or visit as soon as she can. I told her she was in good hands. My word wasn’t good enough,” Lewis said.
    Folding his arms over his chest, Brandon looked among all three men. “What’s with the sombre faces?” he asked.
    “Crazy Lizzy turned up along with several witches from her coven,” Darcy said.
    “The strongest?” Brandon asked, taking a seat.
    “ Yeah, they’re starting a war with the warlocks, and they don’t want them on this turf while they’re here. Crazy Lizzy is shouting about a breed of species to ruin them all. I don’t know. She never makes any sense. I’m sure the thoughts that come to her are from the books she reads,” Darcy said.
    “Crazy Lizzy scares me , but she’s always been right about everything. Look what happened to Brandon. She foretold of him taking over the pack and us being underneath him,” Drake said.
    “Yeah, but she also foretold of a strong mate for our good leader. Last time I checked a human wasn’t all that strong. If Lori got near Elle, she’ d break the human like a twig,” Lewis said.
    Brandon didn’t need the image of his mate breaking.
    She’s only human. No one can protect her. They will kill her easily.
    “Elle is not getting near this. She’s staying away from it,” Brandon said.
    “You can’t face these people without your mate, Brandon. They know you’re mated. They’ll sense your claiming a mile away,” Darcy said, warning him.
    “It doesn’t