Chapter seventeen

Maggie's Pov
"Turn around." Alpha Julian's voice was low, authoritative, and sexy as hell. How could he infuse so much promise into those two words? Willingly I complied and his hands moved to my hair. Gently he pulled out each hairpin one at a time, his expert fingers making short work of the task. My hair fell in swathes over my shoulders, one lock at a time, covering my back and down to my breasts. I tried to stand still and not squirm, but I was aching for his touch. After our long, tiring but exciting day, I wanted him—all of him. More than he could ever be willing to give to a punny wolf with extensive sexual cravings. Oh, no… wife! I wasn't merely a punny wolf anymore.? I was now married to my mated Alpha!
?'You have such beautiful hair, Maggie. You are beautiful. Your curves are amazing. The dips are perfect and I appreciate that you are fat in all the right places. 'Julian mumbled. His mouth is close to my ear and I felt his breath, though his lips didn't touch my skin. When my hair was free of pins, he ran his fingers through it, gently massaging my scalp . . . oh my . . . I closed my eyes and savored the sensation. His fingers traveled down, and he tugged me closer 'I'm in awe of your body," he breathed and his teeth tugged my ear lobe.
?I groaned.
'Hush now," he admonished, spanking my ass and pulling a bit on my flesh. He swept my hair over my shoulder and trailed a finger across the top of my back from shoulder to shoulder following the lace edge of my dress. I shivered in anticipation. He planted a tender kiss on my back above the first button on my dress.
'So beautiful," he said as he dexterously unhook the first button. 'Today my joy is complete because of you… I'm the happiest man on earth, because of you." He said, caressing my body —from my shoulder down through my arm until he reached and intertwined our fingers. He lazily drags his hand back and with infinite slowness, he unfastened each button, all the way down my back. 'I love you so much," he said against my skin, trailing kisses from the nape of my neck to the edge of my shoulder. Between each kiss, he murmured, 'I. Want. You. So. Much. I. Want. To. Be. Inside. You. You. Are. Mine." Each word was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and tilted my head, giving him easier access to my neck, and I fell further under the spell that was Alpha Julian Knox, my husband.
'Mine," he whispered once more. He peeled my dress down my arms so that it pooled at my feet in a cloud of violet silk and lace.
'Turn around," he whispered, his voice suddenly hoarse. I did so and he inhaled. I was dressed in a tight, eggplant purple satin crotchless corset with garter straps, matching fishnet lacy briefs, and lavender silk stockings. Julian's eyes traveled greedily down my body, but he said nothing. He just gazed at me, his eyes wide with want and mouth tightened with hunger.
'You like?" I whispered, aware of the shy blush creeping across my cheeks. Retracting my steps a bit, I brushed my ass against his groin and he audibly swallowed.
'More than like, baby. You look sensational— and crazy. I don't know if I should be gentle or crazy" He angled his neck on my shoulder and pressed his groin deeper into my ass. I moaned—sucked on my bottom lips and exhaled. Julian smirked.? He held out his hand and taking it, I stepped out of my dress.
"I take that as you matching my craziness?"
"Nope… that was me being gentle," he said and licked my ear lobe. Again, I moaned.
'Keep still," he murmured and without taking his darkening eyes off mine, he ran his middle finger over my breasts, following the line of my corset. My breath shallowed and he repeated the agonizing journey over my breasts once more, his tantalizing finger sending pleasurable tingles down my spine.?
He stopped and twirled his index finger in the air, indicating that he wanted me to turn around. For him, right now, I'd do anything. I'd bend and touch my toes even.
'Stop," he said. I was facing the bed, away from him. His arm encircled my waist, pulling me against him, and he nuzzled my neck. Gently he cupped my breasts, toying with them, while his thumbs circled over my nipples so that they puckered all the more out of that fabric of my corset.
'Mine," he whispered
'Yours," I breathed.
Leaving my breasts bereft he ran his hands down my stomach, over my belly, and down to my thighs, his thumbs skimming my sex. I stifled a moan. His fingers skated down each garter, and with his usual mastery, he simultaneously unhooked each one from my stockings. His hands traveled around to my behind.
'Mine," he breathed as his hands spread across my backside, the tips of his fingers brushing my crotch.
'Ah."
'Hush." His hands traveled down the backs of my thighs, and once more he unclipped my garters.
Leaning down, he pulled back the cover on the bed.?
'Sit down," he demanded and I complied. Julian came and knelt at my feet and gently tugged off each of my heels. He grasped the top of my left stocking and slowly peeled it off, running his thumbs down my leg . . . Oh my. He repeated the process with my other stocking. He brought my left big toe to his mouth and sucked while his other hand massaged the in-betweens of my right foot.
Fucking…holy Goddess!
Now, I think you're wearing too many clothes." I bend to kiss him, and suddenly he leaned up, kissing my lips, and grasping my head with his hands, his fingers threading into my hair.
'My. Mate. My. Wife. My. Luna" he breathed each word as though he was latching the mixture of the words and the taste of my mouth. His lips claimed mine once more, his tongue invasively persuasive.
?'Clothes," I whispered, our breath mingling as I pushed back his jacket and he struggled out of it, releasing me for a moment. He paused, gazing at me, eyes wide, and eyes wanting.
'Let me, please." My voice was soft and cajoling. I wanted to undress my husband—my Lord! My husband indulged me and sat back on his heels, and leaning forward I grasped his tie—his raisin purple tie, my favorite tie—and slowly undid it and pulled it free. He raised his chin to let me tackle the top button of his white shirt; then once it was undone, I moved on to his cuffs. I took his hand, and glancing up through my lashes, I kissed his plain platinum wedding ring. He groaned and closed his eyes.
'Maggie" he whispered my name, as though he was making a wish on the hills, before a flying start. Reaching up to his second shirt button, and mirroring him from earlier, I planted a soft kiss on his chest as I undid each of them and whispered between each kiss, 'You made me the happiest amongst my pairs today. I. Love. You. My. King. My. Husband." He groaned, and in one swift move, he clasped me around the waist and lifted me onto the bed, following me down onto it. His lips found mine, his hands curling around my head, holding me, stilling me as our tongues glory in each other. Abruptly my Alpha husband kneeled up, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
'You are so beautiful . . . Luna." He ran his hands down my legs and then grasped my left foot. 'You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them starting here." He pressed his lips against my big toe and then grazed the pad with his teeth. Everything south of my waistline convulsed. His tongue glided up my instep and his teeth skimmed my heel and up to my ankle. He trailed kisses up the inside of my calf; soft wet kisses until I was wriggling beneath him.
'Stay put, Luna," he warned, and suddenly he flipped me onto my stomach and continued his leisurely journey with his mouth up the back of my legs, to my thighs, my behind, and then he stopped. I groaned.?
'Please . . ."
'I want you naked," he murmured and slowly unhooked my corset, one hook at a time. When it was flat on the bed beneath me, he ran his tongue up the length of my spine.
'Julian…, please."
'Please what, my queen?" His words were so soft. He was almost lying on top of me, and I could feel him hard against my behind.
'You."
'And I you, my love, my life, my wife, my Luna . . ." he whispered, and before I knew it, he'd flipped me on to my back. He stood swiftly and in one efficient move dispensed with his pants and boxer briefs so that he was gloriously naked and looming large and ready over me. 'Mine," he mouthed, slamming his lips to mine and removing it almost in the same instant.
'Please," I begged and he grinned . . . a titillating, wicked, persuading, Alpha-like grin. He crawled back onto the bed and trailed kisses up my right leg this time . . . until he reached the apex of my thighs. He pushed my legs wider apart. In a haze, his mouth was on my sex. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his wet, pointy, and experienced tongue. My hands fisted in his hair as my hips swung and swayed, slave to his rhythm, then bucked off the small bed. He grabbed my hips to steady me as he continued to deliciously finish me with his flicking torture.?
'Julian," I moaned.
'Not yet," he breathed and he moved up my body, his tongue dipping into my navel, while his left hand wrapped around my neck, choking me to my high, his face hovering above mine, mirroring what I felt for him.
Reverentially he kissed me and caressed my breasts, tugging my left nipple between his lips.
Gazing up at me, his eyes were dark like an equatorial havoc—shaded in the color of the bed sheet.
'Alpha, I want you. Please… your Luna wants you" A tantalizing smile played on his face as his body covered mine, resting his weight on his elbows. He ran his nose down mine, and I ran my hands down his strong, supple back to his fine, fine, super firm backside.
"His lips brushed mine. 'So eager… I love it" he brushed his lips over mine once again "I love you, wife"
'I love you, husband."
'And now, I want you more than I ever had" he breathed and he began to move until he disappeared, and shimmering lights blinded me. I turned and my bones snapped. Was I going to shift in my bed?
Probably not!?
A knock sounded on my door, completely waking me from my very pleasant dream. A maid, I presumed poked his head through the slightly opened door, looking at me with red, glassy eyes.??
"Uhhh, how may I help you," I said groggily, feeling the dampness on my sex and upper thighs.
"Alpha Julian just collapsed. Rumors have it that he is dead"?I blinked up at her, suddenly very awake after my sleep, my erotic dream forgotten.
"Collapsed? Dead? How? When? Where?"
"I don't know… he suddenly fainted" she cried out and I was finally awake. I pushed the white quilt off my body, revealing a small stain on my bed which I rudely ignored.
Crap. Crap. Crap?
Alpha fucking Kane! I knew he had done this. I should have escaped when I had the chance but I didn't. I felt too relaxed and thought the goddess had finally remembered her abnegated sacrificial subject. I was caught up in what I knew was a temporal liberty and now, an Alpha was dead because of me….because of my stupidity, indecisiveness, and clumsiness.
Without wasting a second more, I rushed downwards. I must see for myself, the havoc that happened because of me.