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.

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

even know

as he stepped away, and I panted helplessly. “You

I tried to sound flirty but my voice came out

and leaned closer until his warm breath caressed

Mate!

was too damned foggy to process shit. All I could think

He hummed, strong long fingers cupping my jaw. “Do you

shirt he wore to draw him closer. Blood rushed through my ears as I took a deeper whiff of his addicting

me,” I cried shamelessly, eager for him

my lips with his. His mouth was demanding, roughly plundering the corners of my mouth with his tongue while his hands ran

under

me again. His eyes ran down my face, and then to my breasts as they heaved and threatened to pop out of

He whispered, taking my

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

the room with

enjoying the feel of his tongue against mine. A nimble hand

then, letting out a growl when he saw

He whispered, cupping one of my mounds. My nipples tightened under his gaze and I gasped when his fingers

nipple and I threw my head