The Alpha's Mate

Chapter Twenty Three

Branson Williams

My tongue meets his, in a fierce kiss.

He loves me?

What am I supposed to say? I can't force the words through my lips, but I know I care about him, alot. More than anything. Our kiss turns sloppy, before I'm pulling away.

"We should go back inside" I pant, my eyes flickering between him. He nods, tugging me along with him. The journey back upstairs is a blur, blood is rushing to my ears. And dick.

He's pushing open the door to his room, and I'm right behind him. Kicking the door shut, my hands are back in his hair as i devour him. His tongue, his lips are all between my teeth. I'm nipping, sucking, pulling anything to get him closer.

His hands are roaming my body, shoving my sweats down my legs along with my boxers. I start to do the same, but he's dropping to his knees. Separating our lips. A whine pulls from me, and he wraps his fingers around my shaft, giving it a couple rough tugs. Then his lips are around my tip, sucking it down his throat.

A gasp rips its way through my throat, as he starts taking me down, further and further. His throat tense around me, squeezing the life out of me. Moaning, my hips stutter.

"N-need you" I rasp. Pulling myself away from him. Ripping my shirt off, Noah starts stripping quickly. His muscles on display, his tan skin. Delicious.

I can't help myself, kissing his cheek, jaw, neck, and collarbone. Licking my way down his body. Until my lips find his aching cock.

I wrap my lips around his tip, sucking him down at a quick pace. Just need to taste him for a moment. His moan goes straight to my groin. I wrap my hand around myself, stroking but then he's ripping away, and pulling me to my feet.

"That's mine" he growls, shoving me down on the bed. He goes to his night stand, grabbing the lube.

He's shoving my legs apart, pushing my knee to my chest. He squirts the silky gel onto his fingers, wasting no time circling my rim. He breaches me swiftly, sliding right in. He does a few quick thrusts, adding in a second finer. The stretch makes me moan, and squirm. He adds a third, getting me prepped for his thick dick.

"Ready pups?" he asks, slamming his fingers into my prostate, making me moan louder.

"Yeah" I raps, and he sits down, resting against the headboard. He starts lubing up his cock, raising a brow.

"Get up here, pups. You're gonna ride me" his voice is dark, and demanding. His eyes are dilated, and his dominance is soaking up the room. Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I scramble over, hooking my leg across his.

"I don't know how to do this" I murmur, and he nods.

"I know" he mumbles, tugging my hips up, until he can line himself up with me. "Just do what feels right" he says, his tone softer.

All I can manage is a nod, and then I'm slowly sinking into him. His tip pushes past the first ring of muscle, making a gasp pull from me.Then im sinking lower, and lower. I'll never get used to the feeling of him filling me.

Slowly shifting my hips, rolling them forward. Moaning, I repeat the action. Noah's jaw clenches, as his hands squeeze my hips. Slowly, I move. Testing out what feels good, what works for me.

Bouncing slightly, he tests, thrusting up into me. A gasp, then a moan rolls out of me, as my hands fall to his shoulders. "So good," I murmured, keeping a steady pace. He starts fucking up into me, making me moan louder.

"Yes- fuck" a gasp, as he drills into my prostate.

"You ride my cock so good pups" Noah rasps, bending his knees and fucking harder and faster into me. Another long moan, another loud gasp.

"Noah ohmygod ohmygod" His thrusts turn erratic, like I'm spurring him on. Maybe he's spurring me on, I'm not sure. It all just feels so good. All consuming.

Everything about him is consuming, his dominance, the growls he's making as he fucks into me like i matter more then his next breath. His face buries into my neck, and he's sucking, biting and attacking all the skin he can possibly reach.

His arms wrap around my body, hauling me against him, holding me down as he thrusts harder, faster. My cock is rubbing against our stomachs as he fucks me. It's all too much, too consuming.

"Noah" a scream comes from me, his name on my lips as cum spurts out of me, as my whole body shudders. I clench around him, as he fucks me through my orgasm, as he hits my prostate, over and over again.

Moans drag from me, and mix with his own, as he does a final thrust, his cum filling my tight hole. His face stays buried in my neck, he mouths at the skin. Nibbling it. His arms relax, and he pulls my body down with him.

Slipping free from me, he murmurs. "I love you pups"

And my heart breaks. Because I can't get the words past my lips. But he doesn't push for me to say it back. No. He pulls me down beside him, cuddles into me, and falls asleep.My mind is still running rampage when sleep takes over.

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"How's things going?" Dylan asks, taking my homework and copying it down. Leaning back against the wall, I shrug.

"Good, he told me he loved me yesterday" I mumble, fiddling with my pencil. Dylan's head snaps up to mine, his brows creasing.

"That's pretty damn big, don't ya think?"

"I didn't say it back"

"Do you feel that way about him?"

"I think so, i don't know" i murmur, twisting my pencil around my fingers.

"Why can't you say it back?"

"When i tried too, i couldn't get the words out. I'm scared, I guess. Our relationship didn't start on good terms yano. We hated each other, and now we're going to say I love you? It's confusing I guess. He's still the same guy, yano. Just my mate now"

Dylan takes that in, thinking it over before he replies. "Do you really see him the same way you use too?"

Sighing, i set the pencil down. "I guess not, because I don't hate him anymore. All the things that used to piss me off just don't anymore. But we also were in the middle of a fight when he said it. Well he followed me outside and was all 'teach me to be better, also i love you' and it was overwhelming"

"Is he pressuring you to say it back?"

"No"

"Then why are you putting that pressure on yourself? You'll say it when you're ready, until then chill out. Maybe tell him you're not ready to say it, too. I think he deserves that much" Dylan goes back to his work, and his words hang heavy on my mind.

He's right though, I don't need to put all this pressure on it. On myself. So I let out a deep breath, and got back to my homework. I'll talk to him about it, and I'm sure he'll understand. He didn't seem mad that I didn't say it back.

I'm overthinking it all. Deep breaths Bran, deep breaths. 

A/N

Thoughts?? I love Bran :)

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