You Come First

Oliver

Rose had mind linked me before pulling Lya aside. We had only been there for ten minutes, and she was already hearing whispers. I’d give anything to keep her tucked into my side, showing her off and introducing the pack to their Luna. My mate. The one I had been waiting ten years for. The woman I had given up hope would show up. But I wasn’t about to ruin any hope I had of Lya sticking around by throwing her in the deep end. She had been alarmingly receptive to my physical advances, and I was going to do my best not to blow it now.

Adair grumbled in complaint when Lya left us, but we were never too far. We could feel it all. She was tense and nervous in a crowd of so many people she didn’t know. I silently thanked Rose for being so observant and her quick thinking. She is a tracker and a scout, though. That is what I pay her for.

We heard every single time someone called her Luna and she corrected them to Lya. It made me wonder just how quickly ten minutes of selfishly keeping my arm around her would ruin the guise I was trying to maintain for her. I wondered how long we’d have to maintain the front that she was nothing other than a house guest, visiting the pack. I wondered how obvious it was to the rest of the pack that their alpha had found his luna.

I got few questions, but several knowing looks. No one would dare question me and invade my privacy. When I wanted the pack to know, I would tell them. It didn’t change the fact that I’d be checking in with a few people to see what was going around the rumor mill in the next few days.

I was deep in conversation with the principal of the pack school when Adair let out a deep rumbling growl I had only heard on a couple of occasions. One that signified a threat, an attack. I whipped my head around only to see Lya being chatted up by one of the unmated members of the pack.

Sam. I knew him. He was, of all people, my ex-girlfriend’s younger brother. Sam was tall and lanky with unkempt hair the same brown as his sister’s. I remembered Sophie constantly complaining about the color of her hair, how it was so mousy, as she called it. He was an absolute genius of a software developer and worked with IT. As much of an asset as he was to our pack, I wanted to kill him right this instant.

“So how does this pack stack up to the one you’re from?” he asked her. Lya took a step back as he drifted toward her.

“Much more organized,” she said, turning to head toward the coolers. Sam followed.

Before I could even stop myself, I was headed toward her. A hand on my shoulder stopped me, though, and Brandon’s voice in my head gave me pause.
I got this, Ollie. Go back to pretending, he said, stepping past me. When he got to her, he threw his arm over Lya’s shoulders and grabbed the can she had just retrieved out of her hand. “Thank you dear,” he chuckled, steering her away from Sam.

Lya shot a look over her shoulder, making eye contact with me. Thank you, she mouthed with a smile. I responded with a wink and turned back to the pack principal who had, thankfully, been so deep into his rant about how unruly middle schoolers can be he didn’t even notice a thing.

No run tonight meant things died down much earlier than usual. With so few people around, it was easy to find Lya sitting by herself by the firepit that had been lit as soon as the sun went down.

“So how was your first full moon at Snow Moon Pack?” I asked, sitting down beside her.

Lya glanced over at me before looking back up to the sky. “I can see why you love the people here. I don’t know why anyone would want to leave.”
I smiled down at her. If this girl never figured out I was her mate, I’d tell her she was my chosen mate. Anything to keep her with me forever. “So did you find something to thank the Moon Goddess for?”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “It’s really nice to not have to hide here. Everyone knows, and everyone accepts it.”

“You should never have had to hide. We’ll figure out why you were ever in that situation,” I promised her.

Lya leaned her head against my shoulder. “I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t,” she whispered.

“There certainly is no coincidence in the cards the Goddess deals us,” I chuckled. I stood up, pulling Lya along with me. “What do you say we take this party elsewhere?”

“Your place or mine?” she giggled.

I kept Lya’s hand firmly in mine as I led her back to the packhouse. By this time, the only people still around were so drunk, they probably wouldn’t even notice the Alpha bringing a girl home.

And if they did? Let them talk. She’s my mate.

“So twenty questions?” I asked, stopping at the fridge to grab the rest of the bottle of wine from the other night.

“You go first,” Lya said as she grabbed the bottle from me, taking a swig.

“What’d you think of Sam? I saw him talking to you.”

Lya shrugged and passed me the bottle. “Not my type. So why wasn’t Snow Moon’s most desirable bachelor trying to find someone to take home?”

“I had my eye on someone,” I smirked. “What does Tala think of me?”

She didn’t answer immediately. “She thinks you’re pretty okay. So who's the big black wolf that’s been in my bed the past few mornings?”

She knew. I knew she’d figure it out sooner rather than later. Maybe she’d figure out the other secrets I’ve been keeping soon, too.

I leaned over, placing a hand on either side of her, pinning her against the counter. “The only one who can keep you from having night terrors so bad you wake the entire territory up,” I murmured in her ear. I leaned back before asking my next question, wanting to see her reaction as I threw caution to the wind. “What would you do if I kissed you right now?” We’ll blame my overstep on the alcohol.

Lya tilted her chin up toward me. “Why don’t you find out?”

Fire erupted across my lips as they met hers. My brain stopped, or it went into overdrive. I would never be able to kiss anyone else ever again. I’d be chasing this feeling for the rest of my life, whether she was on the other side of the bed or across the globe. With one kiss, I had lost all control, and I’d give her the world. This naive little she-wolf owned me.

Lya’s fingers weaved through my hair, pressing my body against her, and the way she molded to me felt like it was meant to be. Before I knew it, I had an arm around her waist, hoisting her up onto the counter, and Lya hooked a leg around my hip. I played with the hem of her dress that was riding up her thigh, seeking out the sensational little sparks dancing along her skin. Sundresses were my new favorite thing.

Lya put a hand on my chest and pulled back. “Wh-what happened to not messing with people who might have mates?” she stuttered.

“I’m not a patient man,” I growled before my lips crashed down on hers again.

I should have stopped. Just lucky enough to get a kiss from my mate and I could die a happy man, but the way Lya’s fingers tangled in my hair and her legs wrapped around me begged me to continue. Her gentle sigh against me had my tongue darting out to tangle with hers and my hand traveling up her leg. My lips left hers, tracing her jaw and traveling down her neck, quickly finding where my mark would someday go. She let out a moan as my teeth grazed the skin above her collarbone, careful to not puncture it.

A gentleman would take things slow, but that’s never what I said I was. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there is no amount of time we are guaranteed. Right now, in this moment, I had my world in my hands, and I would do anything to keep her there. So, I did what any sensible man would do. My hands slid under her perfectly shaped thighs, pulling her off the counter, and marched straight down the hall to her room.

The door was barely closed before Lya was tugging at my shirt. Setting her on the bed, our bodies only separated long enough for me to pull it off. My mouth and hands went right back to exploring every inch of skin.

I don’t know who was responsible, but her dress and bra joined my shirt on the floor. I sat back for a second, taking her all in. Her soft freckled skin begged to be touched. I reached out and ran my hands across her stomach, feeling the outline of each rib, all the way to cupping her breasts, rolling and pinching her perky pink nipples in my fingers. I leaned forward, taking one in my mouth, as my other hand explored the rest of her body.

My fingers met with lace. “May I?” I murmured against her skin. I fully expected her to say no. This was probably the definition of zero to sixty. Normal for mates.

“Please, Oliver,” she gasped as her hips ground into me.

I pushed the fabric aside, running a finger along her before finding her swollen clit. My fingers slowly circled around her throbbing nub before dipping into her. Lya threw her head back and moaned, arching her back as I pumped my finger in and out. I trailed light kisses down her neck, her body falling in rhythm with my hand.

Lya whined as I pulled my hand away. “Don’t worry, I’m not done,” I chuckled in her ear, nipping at the lobe.

I hooked my thumb in the band of her panties, dragging them slowly down her leg. I crouched down, quietly growling as I took in the view of her glistening folds. My hand slipped under her and kneaded her ass as I nipped and sucked my way up her thigh. I stopped just before my mouth found its destination and looked up. Lya’s amber eyes burned with a fiery passion.

Lya breathed heavily, hitching her leg over my shoulder and guiding me closer.

My eyes didn’t leave hers as I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her. If I thought she smelled nice, she tasted better. She let out a shriek when I latched onto her clit, her legs clamping down around me.

I smiled against her. I’d never get over the sounds this girl made. I sucked at her and lapped up every bit I could. Her breathy moans were damn near sending me over the edge, and if her body writhing at my touch was any indication, Lya was close to that same edge, too.

I reached up, bracing a hand against her abs, holding her to the bed. With the other, I pressed two fingers inside of her. Lya’s fingers knotted in my hair, pulling me closer to her. I slowly dragged my fingers out before pushing them back in.

“Oliver…” she choked out.

“Yes, Lya?” I breathed.

“Don’t stop.”

I chuckled, sucking and nipping harder and my fingers picking up the pace. Her walls tightened around me, but I didn’t relent. Lya jerked against me, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. I sat back, continuing to finger fuck her, and watched as her eyes rolled back, hips bucking against my hand, her orgasm washing over her. Listening to her moan my name over and over, I vowed to make her do that as often as I could.

Only when she began to relax did I remove my hand. I stared down at her as she fought to catch her breath. I had never felt proud of making a girl cum before now.
I slipped in bed beside her and pulled her against me. Lya sighed, lacing her fingers in mine. By the time I kissed her temple, I think she was already asleep.

I prayed to whatever was listening that she’d keep me forever.