The Alpha’s Pen Pal (Crescent Lake Book 1)

WESLEY

Waking up a second morning with Haven in my arms was the best feeling in the world. Actually, make that the second-best feeling in the world. Because the first best was the feel of my naked body curled around her naked body, snuggled deep into my comfy mattress together.

I had never been one for cuddling with females when they’d stay the night. But then again, none of them had been Haven. It seemed everything I thought I knew about myself was wrong. Having her back in my life was like waking up, like realizing I had been dead without her.

I lifted my head to kiss her shoulder, my lips drawing a line back and forth across her bare flesh. My hands roamed her smooth skin, skimming her hips and thighs with one while the other that was wrapped underneath her body squeezed her small breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers so it peeked out at me as I gazed down at her.

Memories of the previous night flooded my mind as I continued my morning exploration of her responsive little body. I had not expected her to keep up with my stamina, but she was just as insatiable as me. After I’d taken her again on the bed, letting her ride me to our orgasms, we moved to the bathroom, where we didn’t even make it into the shower before I was entering her pussy from behind, her hands bracing herself on the vanity.

Then I took her again in the shower, holding her in my arms with her back pressed against the tile wall, her cries and shouts of my name echoing around us and driving me to take her even harder.

I’d tried so hard to hold myself back from her at the beach, thinking she wouldn’t be able to handle the way I wanted to have her, thinking my lycan would insist on finalizing our claim, but I had been wrong on both counts. She took everything I gave her, even asking me for more, and my lycan, while excited to have her, was content with knowing we needed to wait to mark her as ours.

I buried my nose in the base of her neck, where her hairline met her skin, absorbing her scent that now carried a hint of mine. I wanted it to be mixed completely, though. I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

My fingers dipped between her thighs, and I groaned as I found her soaking wet still, and felt how swollen her clit was. She was more ravenous than any she-wolf I’d been with, and I was all about it.

I removed my fingers, and in her half-asleep state, her hips moved, following my hand, seeking my touch, a needy moan leaving her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” I teased, my hand splaying across her belly and holding her still.

“You’re teasing me,” she whined, squirming against me.

“How so?”

“Touching me. Kissing me. Breathing on me.”

“But I love seeing you like this,” I muttered.

“Like what?”

“Naked. Needy. Ready for me.”

I slid my hand down her body, cupping her pussy and slipping two fingers inside her, her hips bucking at the sudden penetration. “So wet and ready for me, even after getting fucked all night long.”

She pushed her ass into my groin, and I moved my fingers away from her again, bringing them up to her mouth. She opened without question or prompting, taking both of them in and tasting herself on my fingers. My dick twitched at the sight and the feel of her tongue swirling around my fingers like when she licked the whipped cream off my fingers the night of our first date.

She rolled her body over to face me and tried to fling her leg over my hip, but I had other plans. I scooted down her body, holding her leg and kissing a path down to my destination.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I said when I reached her pussy.

I gave it a barely there kiss, my eyes looking up towards her face, watching as her hands found her breasts just like when I went down on her at the beach. But unlike at the beach, her breasts were on full display for me.

Goddess, she was so fucking perfect. I loved how she was with me, how she came out of her shell and let me love her and took what she needed from me.

“That’s it, Sugar Plum,” I encouraged, licking a line up her slit and making her moan. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“So fucking good,” she groaned, her hips moving against my mouth as I sucked and licked and kissed her like the greedy man I was.

I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy her, let myself get drunk on the feel, smell, and taste of her desire. My fingers entered her again, and her tight heat greeted me by pulsing around them, signaling she was already close to coming.

“Let go, Haven,” I murmured.

“I want to come around your dick,” she said, pulling on my hair, trying to bring me back up to the head of the bed.

“And I want you to come on my face first and then on my dick,” I growled. “Now come for me, Haven,” I ordered, flicking her clit with my tongue and then rubbing it with my thumb.

“Wes!” she exclaimed as her walls fluttered around my fingers with her orgasm, her clit pulsing under my touch and her hips rolling so her pussy moved against my mouth.

“You taste so good,” I told her as I peppered her swollen lower lips with kisses.

Her hips twitched and bucked as she tried to escape me, and I smiled against her entrance, giving her sensitive little clit one last kiss.

“Please fuck me,” she grumbled as I rolled her onto her back, her body relaxed and her eyes hooded with desire.

“With pleasure,” I said as I slid inside her, gripping her hips and pounding into her as hard as I could.

With her body splayed out beneath me and the view of her small tits bouncing, and the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my dick, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I spilled my seed inside her again. But I wanted her to come one more time first.

So I lifted her long dancer’s legs, putting them against my torso as I found the perfect angle to hit that special spot inside her pussy. Then I stroked her clit again, pushing her towards bliss once more.

I felt the tightening in my balls and the tingling at the base of my spine that signaled my impending release just as Haven crashed over her own precipice, crying out and writhing through her waves of pleasure.

I released myself inside her with a withheld roar, my lycan pushing forward to watch as she finished. The flush over all of her pale skin and the rise and fall of her breasts as she panted underneath me was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen.

I dropped her legs and leaned over her, kissing everywhere on her face and wrapping my arms around her to pull her on top of me as I rolled onto my back.

“Good morning,” I said to her between my kisses.

“Mmmm, good morning indeed,” she replied, resting her head on my chest.

I stroked her bare back with my hands, enjoying the feel of her skin and body, my nose pressed into her soft hair. I wanted more mornings that started this same way. I wanted every morning to start this way.

Her fingers danced across my chest with sleepy movements, her body and mind still waking up from sleep and coming down from the high we had just shared. I watched as her back rose and fell, and her breathing returned to normal at the same time as mine.

“We should have some breakfast,” I said to her, even though the last thing I wanted was to leave my bed or my room.

But our sex marathon had me famished, and I was sure she was hungry too.

“Didn’t you just have some?” Haven retorted as she lifted her head, and my jaw dropped in shock.

She winked at me and then hopped off the bed, walking to my bathroom and stretching her arms over her head, giving me a wonderful view of her bare ass and the side of her breast as she smiled at me over her shoulder.

I got up too, with some reluctance, and pulled a pair of sweatpants on before going into the spare bedroom, where Maddie had a stash of clothes she thought I didn’t know about. I grabbed leggings and a top, then returned to my room to find Haven already pulling my Stanford T-shirt on over her head.

I sighed in disappointment as the fabric covered her gorgeous body from sight, but I was more than thrilled to have her choose to put my shirt on of her own volition.

The way my scent lingered on her and in her after fucking her was wonderful but not enough. And it wouldn’t be enough until I could mark her, so her wearing my shirt was paramount in letting everyone know I’d claimed her.

Especially if she hung out on the territory with me while I worked. Which is what I was going to ask her to do. I didn’t want her to head home yet. Or ever, if I was honest.

I tossed her the leggings, and she eyed them dubiously, her face in a cute little jealous frown.

“They’re Maddie’s,” I said, and her face relaxed as she slipped her long ivory legs into them and pulled them up over her hips.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt on her body and snapped her into me so I could kiss her one more time. Then I took her hand and led her out into the kitchen. She perched herself on a barstool, her fingers combing through the ends of her fuzzy curls from our shower the night before.

I ground some coffee beans and placed them in the filter, then got some water and filled the machine so I could start brewing our coffee. After I started the coffee, I picked my phone up off the charging station where it had sat all night since I never grabbed it to bring it to my room.

I furrowed my brow as I saw several missed calls from Nolan and texts from both last night and this morning, the most recent of which read “CALL ME ASAP.”

I held the phone up and looked at Haven. “I need to call Nolan,” I said. “I guess it’s urgent.”

She nodded, and I dialed his number.

“Where the fuck are you?” Nolan asked, answering immediately.

“At my house?” I answered.

“Dude, what the fuck happened? You’ve had your mindlink blocked since last night, and you weren’t answering your phone.”

“I was with Haven,” I said, pulling two mugs out of my cabinets.

“Well, yes, I figured as much, but you were supposed to link me? When you were ready to tell her?”

I almost dropped the mugs onto the floor. “Shit,” I muttered, glancing at her again. “Shit, I totally forgot.”

“Thinking with your dick, I see,” Nolan snickered.

“Shut up,” I grunted, running my hand through my hair.

I clenched my fist and brought it down slowly on the countertop, not wanting to scare Haven.

This was bad. So so bad. I had fucked up big time. The whole reason I had asked her to come have dinner at my house was so I could show her my lycan and tell her the truth about what we were. I’d wanted to come clean to her before we took that step and had sex with each other.

But seeing her in my kitchen, watching her clean up our dinner, and having her in my house with her scent filling every corner and looking as amazing as she did in that sexy as fuck dress had me all kinds of distracted.

And then the discovery of her naked pussy under her dress had me forgetting everything and unintentionally throwing all my plans out the window.

I looked at her once again. She had her brows raised, confusion and worry playing across her face in equal measure. I knew I had to tell her, knew I needed to do it before we continued with our day.

“Be at my house in five,” I told him. “And bring Rachel.”

I hung up the phone and set it down, then gripped the edge of the marble counters, breathing deeply to steady myself. My stomach gurgled and tensed, nausea working its way through me.

I hadn’t wanted to do it this way because I knew if she wanted nothing to do with me after finding out the truth, it would be harder to let her go if I’d already slept with her. But it was too late, and I had fucked up. And I might lose her.

Haven’s delicate hands touched my back, caressing me and comforting me. “Is everything all right?” she asked.

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” I replied, shaking my head, my chin dropping to my chest. “I need to tell you something,” I mumbled.

She swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”

“Can you come outside with me?” I asked, turning to look at her.

“Of course,” she answered, even though her brows furrowed.

I walked towards the back door, my heart racing and pounding as I pulled it open and walked down the stairs to my backyard area. Haven was right behind me, hurrying her footsteps to keep up with my long strides.

“We’re in your driveway,” Nolan mindlinked me.

I turned back to Haven and pulled her to me roughly, giving her a deep and desperate kiss.

“I’m so sorry, Sugar Plum,” I muttered, my hands pushing her hair back from her face. “I didn’t mean for it to happen this way. I meant to tell you before, but—”

“Tell me what?” she asked.

“About what I really am,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“Just… just try not to freak out, okay?”

“Too late!” Haven giggled, trying to downplay her nervousness, but her heart raced in her chest almost as fast as mine.

I stepped away from her with a grim smile. Then I pulled my sweatpants down and shifted into my lycan.