All Chapters of Mated to the Alpha of the North: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jax I carried my mate up the stairs and straight into the washroom, depositing her in the walk-in shower and taking a step back after making sure that she was steady on her feet. Next, I quickly stripped off my shorts, pleased to see that she had copied my movements with only a slight blush gracing her face as she removed her own clothing and chucked it somewhere in the bathroom behind me, but I only had eyes for her so its final destination was lost on me. My wolf and I felt immensely gratified at her comfort level around us deepening, eliciting a bone-deep level of satisfaction as I marched into the tiled enclosure and reached around Willow to turn the dials to an agreeable setting, guiding her away from where the stream of water would soon emerge. I observed her as she swiftly unwound the thick plaits of her dark hair, lea

Willow I awoke suddenly, a pleasurable feeling racing down my spine and straight to my core, exactly where I felt a hot, pulsing tongue working magic on my vagina as it swirled around the little bundle of nerves. I could feel my channel clenching around two thick digits that were pumping steadily in and out as my back arched up off the bed. I could not help the loud moan that slipped out or the subsequent chorus of his name as he brought me to the peak of ecstasy and right over the edge before doing it all over again, all without giving me a respite. Only after I begged for a breather did he relent, licking every drop of my juices from his long fingers as he withdrew them from my heat and leaving an empty ache persisting in their place. My quavering legs parted as he worked his way up my body to seal his full lips over mine in

Willow I had not been paying much attention to the males as they strategized, but I had put my two cents in where I had believed it was germane to the current point of discussion. Moreover, I could not help infrequently targeting sly glances Theo’s way as the day progressed onward. His presence here perplexed me, though I did not particularly relish the thought of dredging up the last time I had seen him face to face, so I let my inner query go without any outward questioning as Ronnie and I engaged in our own conversation on the side. When our chat grew stale, we turned our attention back to what the males were still embroiled in deliberating. I had mixed sentiments initially when Reese had advocated for Jax to finally take me home, to where my roots had remained embedded deep within the rich topsoil of the Northern Province.

Jax She did not meet my eyes as she informed me that she was ready to take the next step in our relationship, but I knew she was still shy, even with me. Therefore, her spoken words were enough for my wolf and me to pounce forward in a flash, pulling her tightly against my chest as my lips descended. The words had barely passed the threshold of her lips before mine were on them in a brutal kiss that left no questions concerning my feelings on the matter. However, before I could get carried away, she eased back some to gain my attention, letting the fog clear an adequate amount for me to regain a semblance of order while she began speaking. “Baby, I would love nothing more than to lose myself in you right this second, but we have too many things to accomplish before we leave tomorrow.” She finished in a reluctant tone of voice, her discontentment with the sit

Willow I could tell that Jax still had a lot of emotions to sift through, aside from the fact that he probably had a million details to organize before our departure tomorrow, as well. I knew he would talk to me if he needed to, and that was enough for my wolf to allow me to get busy with the preparations for dinner. I whizzed around the kitchen, feeling in touch with my mother as I used our family recipe to make the lattice topped apple pie and fried the chicken in Crisco concurrently on the stovetop. I had also made some baked macaroni and roasted asparagus to go along with our meal, but it all came down to a waiting game as soon as I pulled the last piece of crispy chicken from the blistering pan of grease. Following, I peeked into the oven to observe the development of the confection, noticing with relief the lightly brown