Page 83 of The Alpha Wolf’s Secret Baby Boy

A frown flits over her face as she watches me, too curious to question why I’m not letting her go to the door, or why I’m not doing it myself. But I’m not ready to be separated from her—not even for a split second—and when her bottoms are gone, I slide her thighs around me until she’s straddling my waist.

With both hands cupped on her rear, and her arms wound around my neck, I stand up and carry her toward the door.

“You’re crazy,” she mutters and playfully rolls her eyes.

“Crazy for you, yeah,” I concede with a chuckle as we reach the door and I click the latch to lock it before pushing her up against it.

“This is madness,” she giggles, then sighs when my lips find hers again.

I only speak again when I’ve begun pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, using only one hand to undo the buttons down the front of her blouse, the other cupped under her rear to keep her pressed to me steadily.

“This is the only kind of madness that should be acceptable,” I whisper on her flesh, trailing my tongue toward the valley between her breasts.

She moans when I flick my tongue over one erected nipple, using my now free hand to undo the drawstrings on my sweatpants, the taste of her breast intoxicating me and making me impatient.

Desperate to be inside her, it doesn’t take much effort for either of us to become naked against the door. Only a tiny trigger stops me as I hold her gaze, and that’s when I frown.

“Promise me you won’t disappear after today.”

My words must have struck a chord, and Poppy’s brows furrow, her eyes brimming with tears as she touches my face, shaking her head slowly.

“I promise. I’m not going anywhere this time. I choose to stay, Damian,” she whispers. “I choose you.”

Her promise makes my heart squeeze in an impossibly warm way, and that’s all it takes for passion to come over me again. When I kiss her lips, it feels like we’re sealing a deal.

Except, this is not a deal. It’s a promise made from one heart to another, filled with love and the understanding that comes from a decade of sacrifice. Somehow, in the span of a few days, so much had happened, but Poppy and I have both become different.

Mature.

The kind of alpha and luna who don’t just feel bodily pleasures, but who feel the magnitude of the mate bond the moment our bodies connect.

I’m deep inside her, but it’s not just her aching walls I feel, or the throbbing of my cock when it needs friction to chase orgasm.

It’s the fated mate bond we feel, our bodies tingling in all the right places, doubts and fears disappearing from our minds as we hold on to each other, the warmth of the embrace expanding into heat that makes us feel invincible.

I wrap my arms around her and carry her back to the bed, wanting to see her beneath me as we reach that sweet, addicting spot together. Once she’s lying down, I pull her legs over my shoulders, my thrusts becoming deeper as I press a palm to the top of her pelvis.

“Oh, my—hng!” she cries out, throwing her head back as pleasure pools in her core, ready to explode.

I can feel how close she is, and so am I. My thrusts get deeper, muscles tightening, and I’m pounding into her until the knot in my scrotum releases, and I spill out hot ropes of cum deep inside her. She orgasms at the same time, her walls convulsing and milking my cock for every last drop.

Breathless and spent, I collapse my weight onto her, and her arms fold around me.

I’m startled when Poppy’s breath hitches, and thinking I suffocated her with my weight, I quickly pull back.

But that’s when I see her eyes turn milky-white.

“Poppy?”

She doesn’t move for a good few seconds, doesn’t blink her eyes, white orbs staring at nothing in particular. But when she finally blinks, she lugs in a deep breath as if it’s the first one after being knocked out cold.

I frown hard as I slowly pull out of her, but not leaving her eyes.

“What just happened?” I ask, and she gulps hard, her eyes turning hazel and soft.

“I just saw where the dark witch coven is hiding,” Poppy reveals as I take her hand and help her to sit upright, and she frowns. “I had a vision, or something; I don’t know. But there was a sign on the road. Wichita Falls.”

“Wichita Falls…?” I gasp with recognition. “That’s where Jackson was working with the rogues, where we found Dorian when he was kidnapped.”