Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Crystal and Theo) novel Chapter 2

Mates!

Sidonie POV

He was mesmerizing.

His dark hair fell in waves down his n*eck, 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 l*ps.

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 l*ps, his eyes dancing with mischief. I watched as he took a slow sip and nodded before stretching the glass towards my l*ps. “Open up.”

Like a wanton fool, I obeyed. My l*ps parted of their own accord, allowing him to sl*p the glass between my l*ps. 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.

Holy! That was hot. That was way too hot. Perhaps, I ought to find someone else. Someone who didn’t make my blood boil and bubble the way he did.

And I didn’t even know his name.

“Good girl.” He praised as he stepped away, and I panted helplessly. “You can handle me.”

“Who said anything about handling you?” I tried to sound flirty but my voice came out breathless instead.

He chuckled at the sound and leaned closer until his warm breath caressed my l*ps. “Is that a no?”

Mate!

My wolf snapped somewhere in the far distance but my mind was too damned foggy to process shit. All I could think of was the stranger before me. His eyes narrowed in confusion for a brief moment but it was gone when he blinked.

“What will it be, pumpkin?” He hummed, strong long fingers cupping my jaw. “Do you want me to go? Or do you want me to k*ss you?”

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