Oh yes, she will, she thinks. More than being her mate, she wants so much to give service to her alpha. And so, without hesitation, Izzy leans down and takes him into her mouth. She runs her tongue along the length of him, exploring every inch of him with eager curiosity. Landon's hips buck upward involuntarily as Izzy continues to pleasure him. Her hands are now caressing his thighs and hips, reveling in the feeling of his muscular body beneath her touch. "Fuck," Landon groans as he throws his head back onto the pillows. The sight of Izzy pleasuring him is almost too much for him to handle. But then she does something unexpected — she stops and sits up, licking her lips seductively as she gazes down at him. She crawls on top of him, her lips glistening with his arousal as she gazes at Landon. Her eyes are dark with desire and her breathing is ragged as she takes in the sight of him. His body is taut and glistening with sweat, his muscles rippling under her touch. Landon groans,
Izzy slowly opens her eyes, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort surrounding her. Then she remembers where she is and who she’s with. Alpha Landon. She smiles as she looks up at his sleeping face, his arm draped over her waist and his leg tangled with hers. The events of the previous night come back to her in flashes — their conversation about virginity, her memories of her ex-boyfriend, and then falling asleep in each other’s arms. For a moment, she allows herself to soak in the peacefulness of the moment. She can feel his breath tickling her neck as he stirs awake, his arm tightening around her waist. But soon enough, her stomach grumbles. She glances at the clock and sees that it’s already nine in the morning. Landon stirs awake as Izzy shifts to her back. “Good morning,” he mumbles sleepily, his voice rough from sleep. “Morning,” Izzy replies with a soft smile, turning her head to look at him. Landon opens his eyes and smiles back at her. His blue eyes are bright and full o
Izzy’s heart races as she reaches up to Landon, pulling him back in for another kiss. She can feel his desire for her growing with each passing second, and it only fuels her own longing for him. Her fingers dig into his broad shoulders as she deepens the kiss, pouring all of her desires for him into the kiss. Landon responds eagerly, his hands running down her back and pulling her closer to him. Izzy can feel the muscles in his arms as they hold her tightly, and she marvels at how strong and powerful he is. Their tongues play together in a dance of desire, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that cannot be quenched. Izzy moans softly into the kiss, unable to control the intense sensations coursing through her body. Feeling emboldened by their passionate embrace, she pushes at Landon and straddles him on the ground. She can feel his toned stomach against hers as she sits on his lap, feeling more confident with each passing moment. Landon moves his hands to grip onto her hips,
Not getting enough satisfaction, Izzy takes Landon deep into her mouth again. Her eyes lock onto his muscular form, the way his abs ripple as he tenses with pleasure. Then Landon pulls back and looks at her with a frown. “Wait, Izzy,” he says. Izzy only looks at him with determination in her eyes. “You’re still hard,” she tells him, ignoring his protests. Without waiting for his permission, she takes him back into her mouth again. She hears Landon groan in pleasure as she swirls her tongue around him, savoring the taste of him on her lips again. “Oh, fuck!” he exclaims, his hands fisting against the ground once more. “Izzy,” he gasps out her name, his grip on the ground tightening. She can feel herself getting even more aroused as she continues to bring him closer and closer to release again. His body is like a work of art — strong and powerful — and Izzy can’t help but marvel at it even in the midst of their passionate encounter. “I really want you now,” Landon whispers huskily
Isabella ‘Izzy’ Garcia’s mornings are always the same, a comforting routine that helps her navigate her life as a werewolf. She wakes up before sunrise, slipping out of her bed and into her running shoes. The air is crisp and cool, a perfect complement to the quiet stillness of her world.She begins her run at a brisk pace as she navigates the forest, which is alive with the sounds of howling wolves, but Isabella doesn’t feel threatened. She is one of them, a predator in her own right.As she runs, she greets her pack members, who are also doing their exercise while in their human form. She exchanges nods and smiles with anyone who would come her way. The werewolf pack she belongs to is a close-knit community to a fault. Everyone is ready to lend a helping hand or offer a listening ear. Unfortunately, they also love to gossip about everyone in the pack — like who are their mates, who had a child, who cheated, who recently activated their mate bond.Mate Bond.Now that she is reminded
The mate finding ceremony is about to start. A sense of anticipation hangs in the air, excitement palpable amongst the crowd. The grassy field is filled with pack members, their eyes all centered towards the makeshift stage at the middle where the ceremony is being held.Izzy finds herself getting anxious by the second. She feels her palms becoming clammy and so she takes a deep breath. There’s nothing to worry about, she reminds herself.Every year the mate-finding ceremony happens, and every year, no one is deigned for her. It’s all good, she doesn’t want a mate. However, now that she is already thirty, her chances of getting a mate are higher.Then Izzy’s eyes find Miles. He is a few feet away from her, freshly groomed and wearing a necklace, signifying that he’s still unmatched, just like her. His eyes meet hers in the crowd and for a second they hold each other’s gaze. Izzy breaks it off first, turning away before he can think of something stupid again.A drum roll begins, which
Izzy stands at the center of the spectacle called the mate-finding ceremony, her most dreaded part of being a werewolf. The entire ceremony ground is a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that assaults her senses.The elder stands beside him, takes a hold of her necklace and roughly breaks it. The fire turns red, green and yellow as the elder reads the sign. Then he frowns, and his eyes go to someone in the group of unmatched males.Izzy clenches her jaws and stares at her feet. She cannot, she can’t possibly have a mate now, after all those years!“Ah, this is strange,” the elder whispers.‘Yes, I am strange for not wanting a mate. I know that already!’ she thinks. All the female werewolves want it, even Chloe and Aria, except her!“Ah, I apologize, but Alpha Landon Hayes, will you please step forward?”Izzy’s lips tremble. The sound of his name is already pulling at the strings of her heart, so she ensures that her eyes are fixed on the solid ground. But, the alpha?! The widowed alpha
We walk to the alpha’s house, where Alpha Landon has set up a separate house for his office. An elder, whose name is Finn O’Malley, is supporting Izzy as she continues to deny her fate.Finn decides that each of her mates needs to talk to her. To discuss what will happen in the future. He mentioned that the other mates can reject the mate bond. In that way, she will only have one mate.ONE MATE.But she doesn’t even want a single mate. No matter what they will decide, she is still on the losing end of it all.“Izzy...” This time, it is Miles who is sitting in front of her, while she is petrified in the chair.She looks up at him, but she instantly regrets it when his warm brown eyes meet hers. He looks at her with a mixture of sadness and guilt, his blond hair disheveled as if he had been running his hands through it. Worse, she can’t take her eyes off of him.Despite not originally from the pack, Miles continued to rise until he became a beta.She has always known that he is handsome