Free To Love an Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Joanna Wilson Page A

her relax a little. He didn’t want to overwhelm her and decided to take things slow, even though his wolf shouted in his head for him to claim their mate.
     
    He sat next to her on the bed. She turned her eyes to meet his and he was stunned like he always was when looking into them.
     
    His gazed left her face and traveled down her shoulders to her arm. Her mark was just visible under her sleeve, the mark that made her his.
     
    He reached his hand out and let his thumb tail across the marking. It was a crescent moon like the one on him. They were the only two in the pack with the marks. Even then, the marks went unnoticed until the two were around each other.
     
    As was the case now, the marks began to glow when in each other’s presence. His, a steady glow, hers pulsing, as if becoming a beacon for him.
     
    He bent his head and his lips softly touched hers. It was feather soft and intimate. This was the love of his life. His soul mate and he would make sure tonight was one she enjoyed. One she would never regret.
     
    ***
     
     
    Clarissa let her eyes drift close as Kenny bent his head to hers. She felt his lips touch hers, so soft it was barely a kiss.
     
    He kissed her again. This time more firmly. She felt his tongue press against her lips and she opened to him, allowing him access.
     
    Sensation darted through her, going from her mouth down to her breast and abdomen. It found its resting place in between her thighs.
     
    She knew what she was feeling. Recognized it for what it was. She moaned deep in her throat. Her thighs began to rub together as Kenny moved his hand from her shoulder and began to massage her breast, his thumb flick across her nipple in a slow motion, sending sensation shooting through her.
    She was on fire and knew that they hadn’t even gotten to the best part.
     
    He deepened the kiss, scooting closer to her. His hand slid inside the front of her nightgown, pulling the thin fabric down with his movement, exposing her breast.
     
    He broke the contact with her lips, his gaze going to her bare skin. His eyes drank in the sight of her.
     
    He used his other hand to let the rest of the garment fall to around her shoulders, and she brought her arms up, freeing herself of the gown. His eyelids were heavy, full of lust.
     
    His fingers found her nipples, rolling them in between the tips. He brought his head down to hers again and began to kiss her once more, leaning into her until her felt the bed touch her bare back.
     
    Her heart was beating a fast rhythm inside of her chest. She was scared but she wanted this. Wherever it would take her, she was going with her mate. There was no other place she wanted to be.
     
    His hands roamed her flesh, rubbing and squeezing on her skin. The low burn in the apex of her thighs was an almost unbearable delight.
     
    He shifted his head from her mouth to her neck, trailing kisses to the deep valley of her breast. She was sure he could feel how fast her heart was beating, but he gave no indication.
     
    “Heart of my heart, I love you Clarissa.” He ended his sentence with a kiss between her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Her eyes flew open, her hand going to the back of his head. She wasn’t sure if it was to pull him away or push him closer.
     
    She turned on her side, rubbing her legs up and down along his. Her hips began to rub against his hard manhood, as if of their own accord.
     
    Coming up, he nuzzled her neck, taking in the scent of her arousal. Rising, he stood before the bed and began to undress. Clarissa never took her eyes off him.
     
    He disposed of his shirt first. His chest, lightly dusted with brown hair, was broad and chiseled with muscles.
     
    He hands went to the zipper of his pants and the fabric fell away in slow motion. He wore no underwear and his erect manhood sprang free. He was large, and she had a moment’s fear of how she might accommodate him.
     
    His hips were slim, leading down to long