James watched the door close behind the tiny woman. If what she said is true, both he and Bradley need to figure out a way to get along for apparently both of their mate's sake. He looked at the other man, whose eyes never left the sleeping woman on the bed. "Alpha Bradley", he spoke softly, "do you think she is right?" Bradley lifted his eyes, eyes that wore a worried expression, and shrugged one shoulder. "Who knows, but right now I'm willing to try anything if it means that Trish and the pup would be alright." James sighed and stepped towards the bed. He gently lifted one side of the covers and noticed Bradley doing the same on the other. With a nod, both of them gently slid into the bed, their bodies close to the woman but not touching, afraid of hurting her as well as unsure how to proceed. Bradley gently reached up to stroke Trishanna's hair, while James gently held one of her hands, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. Trishanna's eyes fluttered for a moment and she turned on her side to Bradley, nuzzling her head on his shoulder. James felt a pang of envy, but Trishanna's hand grabbed him and pulled until his body was curled around her back, her hips nestled against his groin. With a small sigh of contentment, she soon drifted off into a deeper sleep, the lines of pain easing from her brow. Both men looked at each other, wondering what else they would learn about the woman in their arms.
Sam checked in on his men, most of who had recovered. They explained that it felt like a force of wind had knocked them out. Sam just gave them the rest of the day to rest and checked in with Martha. The poor woman had her hands full smoothing things over with the manager of the hotel and Sam thought that it was high time that they left. As he headed upstairs, he shook his head. He knew that when his Alpha found his mate his bank account would take a hit, but he thought it would be for shopping sprees and vacations, not building repairs and secret missions to find her "other mate". His steps slowed as he thought of what the pixie girl said, for that is how he saw her, a cute little minx with the power of the world in her tiny manicured hands. His head snapped up, how did he know she had a manicure? He shook his head, that's not the point. Right now, his Alpha was mated to some ancient princess from another world and he had no idea if it was real.
He stood in front of his door and sighed. He needed a stiff drink and a one-year vacation and he had all intentions of putting in his request for vacation via email. He opened his door and stopped short. The pixie girl was sitting on his bed, but how? He locked his door and the rooms on this floor were not easy to break into, yet when he looked at his door, there was no sign of forced entry. He looked at her again, one eyebrow raised in question. She just smiled and shrugged, "It was easy for me". She stood and then he realized that she was wearing his robe and from the way it gaped, nothing else. She waved her hand and the door closed behind him. She began to walk towards him, and Sam took a step back, "Wh..." he swallowed, feeling like a teenager talking to his crush. He cleared his throat, "What are you doing here? What do you want?" She just smiled, "You" she whispered as she untied the robe and let it slide off her shoulders.
Sam felt his throat go dry at the vision of beauty in front of him. She had tattoos over her body in intricate designs but it did not detract from the creaming skin beneath. His eyes slowly moved over her from the smooth shoulders, the small but firm breasts, down her flat stomach, and the curve of her hips to her legs. legs that he wanted wrapped around him as he plunged deep inside her. He glanced down to see that a part of him agreed with the thought and he felt a deep blush creep up his neck into his face. Her faint chuckle brought his eyes up to hers, "Impressive", she said with a smile, and he saw the want, the desire in them. He tried to swallow, to reign in his desire. He was a Beta, damn it, and he had a self-control that would rival any monk's. Yet that all went to hell as her first step towards him. He wasn't sure if she closed the distance or he did, but all he knew was the sweetest taste he'd ever had in his life when his lips slammed down onto hers. He felt her shiver and a groan resonated in his throat, but he didn't move his lips from hers, he couldn't. To do so would be madness. He felt her knees bend slightly and he prepared for her to jump into his arms, wrapping those legs around his waist.
The heat of her core was like fire and he swore his clothes would burn right off him. She began to rub her centre against him and he could not hold back, he tugged down his pants, causing his member to pop out, smacking her round ass. She jumped and he knew that was something he wanted to do again, but later. Grabbing her hips, he moved her away slightly, adjusted himself and with a hard thrust, buried himself deep inside of her. She wasn't a virgin, a fact that made him sad, but he was glad, cause the moan was one of pleasure and not of pain.
Her gasp broke the kiss and Sam latched onto her neck like his life depended on it and it did. His hips moved wild, encouraged by her cries of "yes" and "Oh god, please don't stop". Her body felt like it was made for him, she fit him like a glove. He could feel her juices run down his shaft and his balls before falling to the floor. If he was at home, he would have that spot preserved, and he desperately wanted to know what she tasted like. He knew it would be good as her scent filled the room, driving him into a haze where his whole focus was on her. She grabbed his hair pulling his head back for a kiss and even the pain in his scalp turned him on more. He moved faster and felt her legs tighten as their tongues swirled around each other. Soon her walls tightened, painfully so and Sam felt her body begin to convulse as she came with a cry, her nails digging into his shoulders till it drew blood. He pumped even deeper, wanting to draw out her pleasure.
Trixy felt how hard he got inside her making her more excited than anyone should be. She felt like she was being rammed with a delicious steel pipe. It was nothing like she experienced before and if it was like this every time, it's no wonder mates kill for each other. Soon all she could say was "please", but was a plea for him to stop or to keep going, her pleasure-filled brain couldn't decide. Every time one orgasm ended, he would shift, hitting a slightly different spot, causing a new one to begin. As much as she was enjoying herself, her body was becoming wary and she wondered if passing out from ecstasy was a real thing.
Sam could feel his mate getting tired but he wanted to ensure she was satisfied. Knowing that he too was at his limit, he kissed her neck, whispering in her ear, "Hold on baby, give me one more big O, do this for me." She didn't say anything, but her legs tightened around him. He widened his stance for balance and gave her everything he had. She screamed at the top of her lungs and tears streaked her face, but he wasn't worried and she rocked her hips to match his thrusts, even though he had a death grip on her.
She screamed again and came so hard he felt like a fountain erupted from her core. He felt her juices flow down his legs and the warmth of it, the knowledge that he caused that was his undoing. With his own shout, Sam used the last of his strength to pull out of her and he exploded, his seed pumping out of him with a force that robbed him of his breath, his shaft rubbed against her over-sensitized clit causing mini shivers to course through her as his essence squirted over their stomachs. After a few more spurts, he was empty and he could feel his legs shaking with the force of his release, but there was nothing that would make him let his mate go.
He rested his cheek on her head, inhaling her hair, his wolf purring in complete satisfaction. This is what he has wanted his whole life. He shifted one hand to support her while the other one slid up her back to cup her neck. He gently squeezed, urging her to look at him. The tears running down his face shook him. He gently kissed one cheek, his voice hoarse, "Baby, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." Trixie shook her head, causing the tears to fall even more. She sniffed and then asked in a quiet voice, "Why did you pull out of me? Don't you want me? Are you rejecting me because I.." Her questions filled with uncertainty were cut off by his kiss. He kissed her deeply but gently. "I want you. I need you." He whispered, "I pulled out because I wasn't sure if you could get pregnant and I didn't know how you would have felt about that if it did happen. We just met and I want to get to know you so we can make those decisions together."
Trixie smile was so bright that Sam felt his heart melt and he knew he would give up everything for her. He allowed her to slowly slide down his body, an enjoyable feeling for them both as indicated by their moans. He took her hand, kissing the palm before holding it and leading her to his bathroom. "Come on, let's get cleaned up." Trixie smiled and nodded, stepping close, tightening her grip as well.