The sound is almost enough to undo me. I pull my hand away and gently tug her panties down, tossing them onto a chair in the corner and Salma takes her opportunity to pull my pants from me too. She is so unbelievably gorgeous. I cover her with my body, relishing the feel of her against me, and return to the junction between her thighs, running my fingertips over her mound before massaging her wet and engorged clit.
Her head falls back as she makes a sweet moan at the back of her throat, and I kiss that throat, and every other exposed part of her, continually rubbing her sweet spot with my fingers before plunging them deep inside her core and coating my fingers in her slick juices, then returning to her clit once more.
“Yes, Ale, yes there, just like that.” Her words make me throb hard and I almost come there and then when she starts stroking my shaft, slowly and gently at first, but then firmer and faster.
“Fuck, Sal, what are you doing to me!” My voice sounds hoarse and she giggles at my response, but two can play at that game. I press down on her clit, and she sucks in her breath and I feel her starting to tremble.
I kneel up between her legs. “You sure, Chula?” Her eyes are almost black, and her nipples are like football boot studs, standing on end.
“Yes, Ale. Yes, now.” I rip open the condom with my teeth. I hate to wait even a second more, but Jose will kill me and deliver my balls to my father if I get Sal pregnant before we are married! For my own safety, I take a minute to roll it down my shaft, before lining up with her entrance.
“Look at me, Sal. Look at me when we join together.” She looks at me with heavy-lidded passion-filled eyes and touches my face. Her cheeks are flushed, and she pants gently, waiting for me to invade her, and I can’t hold back anymore. Slowly at first, I push into her tight core; her juices coat me and allow me smoother and swifter movements. Although I want to take it slow, really take my time, I feel Sal start to tremble under me and I also want to make her feel good, to know how right we are together.
When she starts to really groan and shout my name, I lose control, slamming into her and relishing the feeling of being inside her, and of being this close and intimate with her. Her wetness covers me when she climaxes, and her contracting walls clamp me in place and force me to pump my load deep inside her. Somehow I feel as weak as a kitten and as strong as a Greek god all at once.
“Si, aww Chula, that was amazing,” I tell her as I pull her to me. Her eyes are clouded with passion and vulnerability, so I kiss her more tenderly. “You are amazing, Salma.”
She starts to move away from me, but I need her close. I haven’t got her to agree yet. “Come here, stay with me for a while. Was it ok?”
She nods but doesn’t make eye contact.
“Sal, talk to me, what's wrong?” I move her chin up so she has to look at me.
“It was great, Ale. Really, it was. Thanks. But I’ll call Willy to take me home now.”
Take her home? She must be joking. I’m never letting her go.
“Do you need to pick something up? Because I will take you.”
She shakes her head and averts her eyes again.
“Salma, did I do something wrong? I thought things were going great, better than great.”
“You don’t have to pretend anymore; you’ve had me and now… you have it all.” Why did things change so fast? What the fuck does she think is happening here?
“I want to have you again and again. Forever. I want you to marry me, Sal. This isn’t just a whim for me, this means something. If you don’t feel the same way then I will be gutted but I’ll accept it, but you wouldn’t have given yourself so freely and completely if you didn’t feel the same way.”
When she looks at me now, it’s with worry and panic. “I do feel that way, but I thought you wanted a quiet wife who liked to stay at home?”
I smile at her. “Marry me, Salma Morales: not because we had sex, not because our fathers want us to, not because of the Mafia or the leadership. Marry me because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
There are tears in her eyes when she nods, but I shake my head.
“No, Chula, I need the words. I have laid myself on the line for you, I want equal measure back.”
She seems to recognize that that’s only fair.
“Yes, Alejandro. Yes, I will marry you because I want to spend forever with you too.” We kiss to seal our promises to each other.
“Good, because I have something else to tell you and as my fiancée, I want us to deal with it together.”
She looks up at me with enquiring eyes and I take a deep breath before spitting it out.
“I am really sorry, but the condom split”.
*** Aiden ***
I watch my little sister looking out the window as Beta Preston leaves the pack territory and I am there to catch her when she falls and cries.
“He left Aiden. He actually fucking left,” she says as she howls in pain. “He said he would never leave, but you all do eventually”.
“Hey, I’m still here!” I remind her through her uncontrollable sobs. “And you could have asked Preston to stay. He would have stayed if you had asked him.”
She looks at me like I’ve grown an extra head. “I can’t just ask him to stay, he wants me to mark him, Aiden.”
“That’s what we do. We are first and foremost werewolves. We are territorial about what belongs to us. How would you feel about a load of girls coming on to Preston when he goes to a bar later, since he is unmarked and therefore fair game. He has wanted you to be his for seven years, Amber, and seven years you have been with him and no other. Who are you trying to kid, me or yourself, Sis? Because you’re fooling no one. Take your time and decide what you truly want because you are driving us all crazy right now!”
She stomps off to her room, but I don’t feel too bad about it. Whatever the outcome, it's high time these two sorted out what they are to each other.
My phone rings and I see it is Alejandro. It feels good to be on first name terms with him now instead of referring to him constantly as Mr Suarez or ’Sir’ and him constantly referring to me as Alpha, it's too formal.
“Aiden, can you meet me at Eva’s around 8am, I think I have a lead. I think I’ve found the old hag's cousin,” he tells me quietly. “I am just waiting for one more informant to get back to me but I think we are onto something here.”
“Yeah, no problem, thanks Alejandro. I will see you at Eva’s. Does she know you’ve invited me?” I ask tentatively.
Alejandro laughs down the other end. “Yes, she does, she doesn’t think you’ll come after the way she acted and spoke to you, but I knew you would, I recognise that look in your eye.”
As I hang up after saying goodnight, I realise I have a goofy smile all over my face. It looks like my mate might forgive me after all.
Thank the Moon Goddess!