Her Alpha Mate 34

Freya:

After the meeting ended, I suddenly felt the need to do something, and that something involved Zack. He was talking to Chance about the dead wolf they'd found, but my mind wasn't processing the conversation at all.

All I could think about was tagging, which made my wolf very happy. She brought up several ideas on how I could ask Zack to mark me, but they all involved him taking off his clothes first, which I didn't understand. I didn't want to go that far, but it would be nice if he'd mark me.

Although it wasn't just that I wanted him to mark me, but that he'd to mark me. The way everything was developing, we needed to be able to communicate at all times. What would happen if I was alone and something happened to me? How would I be able to reach him? The only way we could communicate in those situations was by marking each other.

Not to mention the fact that marking each other would make our relationship ten times stronger.

"Freya?"

I snapped out of my thoughts to find Zack and Chance staring at me curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Why would you think that?" I croaked, my voice betraying my words.

Chance snorted, "That's right, and Alpha Peter wears pink snuggle socks to bed."

"Actually, they're dark blue."

I suppressed a laugh as Alpha Peter closed the door behind him as he entered the room.

"You wear fuzzy socks to bed?" asked Zack incredulously.

Alpha Peter shrugged, "Yeah, you know, those fuzzy socks you can buy at Costco."

We stared at him in disbelief.

"They come in packs of three? For only twelve dollars?" He said slowly, as if we were stupid.

Chance suddenly slapped his hands together, "That's right! I got the ones with the stripes."

I banged my head on the table, which got her attention, "We're all in danger because of some stupid flying lions, and you're talking about fluffy socks."

Alpha Peter chuckled, "I'm just trying to lighten the atmosphere. I don't think we've officially met. As you may already know, I'm Alpha Peter."

I reached out to shake his hand, "Freya. You know my father,"

"Oh yes, he's a very good Alpha. I don't think he ever slacked off when it came to pack work."

Zack cleared his throat loudly and put his hand around my waist, "If you'll excuse us, Peter. Freya and I've some business to attend to."

Alpha Peter nodded and winked at him, "Don't worry. You should just protect yourself well."

Zack narrowed his eyes, "Not that kind of work, and keep your horny little paws off my sister."

"With all due respect, she's my mate. I'll only do what she asks of me and you've no say in the matter."

I noticed Zack's nostrils flare and immediately put my hand on his chest to reassure him, "He's right, Zack. Besides, Pearl is more than capable of taking care of herself."

He paused and looked at me before sighing heavily, "As long as you don't do shit in front of me or do anything against her consent, we'll be fine."

"Sounds good to me," Alpha Peter said, though I'd a feeling he wouldn't honor the first part of Zack's compromise - he'd a suspicious glint in his eye.

Zack took my hand from his chest and squeezed it, "Now we're going to go look for Reece and Juilet. We'll discuss the next part of our plan soon."

After saying that, Zack took my hand and pulled me out of the packing house. We were about halfway to Zack's house when he slowed down and sniffed the air. I frowned and sniffed as well, but couldn't detect anything suspicious.

"Zack?"

He growled softly, and the husky voice made my body shiver.

"Why are you so aroused?"

My eyes widened, and I wanted to slap myself for my thoughts. My scent must've changed when I started thinking about marking. My cheeks began to burn with embarrassment as he continued to stare at me expectantly.

What was I going to say to him?

Please take off your clothes and mark me, because my wolf is horny and has wet dreams about you.

I didn't think this conversation was going to go the way it was supposed to.

He cleared his throat loudly, catching my attention again. I realized we'd made it to his house and he was waiting for me to walk through the door he was holding open.
I went inside and took off my shoes before practically running into the kitchen.
I immediately washed my hands and set about making crepes for brunch. Hopefully Zack would ignore my smell and not question it.

"Freya,"

I cursed my luck and stiffened as I felt his chest pressed against my back. His hands clutched the counter on either side of me as his nose nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

"I want to mark you," he moaned throatily, licking over the spot where he'd mark me.

I almost fell down when I heard these words.

Words heard. He'd just saved me from making a fool of myself.

I turned around and wrapped my flour covered hands around his neck, "Good, because I was going to ask you to do it anyway."

He chuckled and leaned his forehead against mine, his gray eyes shining in the sunlight streaming through the window.
I wasn't a good reader of emotions, but there was no denying the admiration on his face. The mating bond sent similar emotions through my body, sending a message that neither of us were necessarily prepared for, but it was nice to feel.

"I've a lot of catching up to do," he whispered, kissing my lips. A soft smile spread across my face and I pulled him closer, "You can start by marking me."

He looked between my eyes as if asking permission to mark me.

I rolled my eyes and pressed my lips gently to his, my lips twisting back into a smile as he responded immediately.

With a low growl, he took over the kiss and hungrily devoured my mouth, leaving me breathless. It was hard to concentrate on breathing when he kissed me like there was no tomorrow.

I bit his lip gently and let my tongue slide into his mouth as soon as his lips opened.
He let out a low moan and put his hands on my hips as our tongues tangled together.

When I felt dizzy and about to pass out, I released my lips from his and gasped heavily. He took the opportunity to place a kiss on my neck.

I groaned softly as he nibbled and sucked on my skin, leaving little marks on my neck for all to see.

"You know," I murmured, "when I said mark me, I didn't mean in twenty different places."

His lips twisted into a grin at my neck. "Just in case one doesn't work, there are nineteen others to show everyone you're with me."

Before I could say anything back, he began to gently lick his favorite spot. I knew at that moment that he was getting ready to mark me.

However, he took his time sucking and kissing the spot, making me anxious with anticipation.

"You're taking too long," I growled, pulling him closer to me by the collar of his shirt so that I could feel every part of his hard body against mine.

He chuckled, "I'm just getting you ready."
"I'm not a turkey that needs to be prepped, Zack."

He clicked his tongue, "Patience is a virtue."
"And procrastination is a bitch."

He nibbled on my skin, making me wince a little in surprise.

"Careful, my little mate."

"Zack!"

I felt him grin a little before his fangs finally grazed my skin. I licked my lips nervously and pulled him even closer to me, if that was even possible. Then he sank his teeth firmly into my neck.

He marked me as his own.