Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Mates!

Sidonie POV

He was mesmerizing.

His dark hair fell in waves down his neck, a few strands framed his chiseled face, his jawline sharp enough, I could swear it could cut paper. He had a pointed nose that gave him a refined appearance and there were his lips.

They looked soft yet firm and I found myself swallowing in anticipation. He was huge. Huge even for a normal werewolf, that I suspected that he had to be an Alpha or the Beta of a pack. There was a rather commandeering air around him that made my knees weaken. I could imagine him ordering me to go on my knees.

And I would gladly do just that.

His brows raised, and my face flamed in embarrassment. Shoot! He had asked a question and instead of responding all I had done was eye-rape him.

“I-I can handle strong things,” I mumbled, glancing at my drink, trying to stop my wolf from pacing around endlessly in my head. I couldn’t get his scent out of my head.

“Hmmm.” He hummed, and I could swear that his chest rumbled. He reached for my drink, lifting it to his lips, his eyes dancing with mischief. I watched as he took a slow sip and nodded before stretching the glass towards my lips. “Open up.”

Like a wanton fool, I obeyed. My lips parted of their own accord, allowing him to slip the glass between my lips. In a flash, his free hand grabbed my hair, holding my head in place as he made me drink the bourbon.

My eyes widened in surprise but he didn’t let go, tightening his hold on my hair. “Drink it all. All of it.”

My thighs grew slick at his orders and I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasurable burn of the drink as it rushed down my throat. I swallowed every single drop and let out a tiny moan when he pulled the glass away.

was way too hot. Perhaps, I ought to find someone else. Someone

didn’t even know

he stepped away, and I panted helplessly. “You

tried to sound

the sound and leaned closer until his warm breath caressed my lips. “Is

Mate!

foggy to process shit. All I could think of was the stranger before me. His eyes

fingers cupping my jaw. “Do

the shirt he wore to draw him closer. Blood rushed through my ears as I took a

cried shamelessly, eager for him

his tongue while his

I thought, arching under his

His eyes ran down my face, and then to my breasts as they heaved and threatened

with me.” He whispered, taking my

lead out of the club. If my mother were here, she would have

After a long twenty minutes of sorting out the room with the receptionist, my s*xy stranger led me up the stairs and into the

the feel of his tongue against mine. A nimble hand reached for the zipper of my dress behind me dragging it down.

pulled away then, letting out a growl when he

mounds. My nipples tightened under his gaze and

wet hot mouth around my nipple and I