Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

AUTHOR’S POV

Sidonnie settled for wrapping her arms around him so tightly the moment Carlyle whispered her name, opening his

eyes.

“You’re here, you’re here…” She whispered repeatedly, every feeling she’d tried to bury so deeply in the last few weeks came roaring to the surface. She breathed deeply, dragging the very scent of him inside her lungs.

At that moment, Carlyle let all his guards down. Wrapping his arms around her back, he hugged her tightly, lifting her off her feet.

“I have missed you so much, Donnie.” He confessed, softly.

“I missed you badly! So, so much…!” Tears filled my eyes but I blinked them back so that they would not make it out. God, she has missed this man so much..

Here in his arms, she felt the safest. The most protected. Here, in his arms, she felt him in the most possessive way a woman can ever feel a man.

The wolf was roaring inside him, in excitement and raw lust. Holding their mate after such a long time was driving his other half into a frenzy which himself, Carlyle understands.

Finally, he set her down to her feet. With the effort to pull away and get a very closer look at her again, he began stepping back but his left leg protested badly.

He lost his footing then, and fell, with her still in his arms. With reflexes sharper than claws, he stretched out his hand to break in their fall, preventing Ismena from crashing to the ground and hurting herself.

So, with one arm holding her secured to him and another jamming into the fallen leaves of the forest, Donnie fell on her back and he came down on top of her.

That took the rest of his strength, he groaned and allowed some of his weight to settle on her.

He was heavy she could barely breathe, but those weren’t Donnie’s problem because she was noticing other things about him that caused fear to log in her throat. Something was definitely wrong with him.

“Carlyle? You don’t s–seem alright…” She whispered, her arms tightening around him.

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Silence. Then, “I’m still poisoned, Donnie. And it has been infected.”

Those words, as huskily as they’ve come out, made her still. “I know right. Will you take

then?” Untangling her arms from around him, she held his shoulder and pushed-

it easy

slightly,

At the slight push of her hands, he gathered his strength and pulled himself up so that his upper body was no longer resting on her. He looked down at her, through eyes that. were beginning to go blurry.

“I bet you must have cried a lot. I heard everything in my sleep.” Carlyle teased her.

Donnie’s eyes widened like saucers on her head, panic and worry filled her system… especially seeing how he looked utterly exhausted and in pain.

The smell of her fear for his life was so thick, that it was almost choking. One arm supporting his weight on the ground, he raised the other one and palmed her cheek caressingly.

He shook his head, “I am not dying, Ismena.” Well, that part might be a lie, “I will be fine…” He assured her anyway.

She began wiggling squirming under him. “What are you doing?” He added, softly. Damn, his eyes are blurring up the more. He blinked hard.

“My panties. I have to get them out of the way. I know your wolf all too well now. I know what I can do for you.” She whispered, hotly. Her cheeks blazed but her eyes met his with purpose, “Take me. Here. Now.”

His body’s reaction to the spoken whispers was instantaneous. His cóck sprang alive in his underwear, seeking to be freed.

Her desperation to save his life caused warmth to spread all over his chest. “Donnie…”

“Please. You don’t look well at all and I’m not going to let you die, do you hear me!?” She whispered fiercely, still squirming under him.

His hand went to her waist and gently stilled her movements. “I would have taken you up on that offer, Donnie. In fact, partly the reason I came here was for this but now,” he paused, “I do not think I have enough energy to-”

“I’ll do it!” she cut in, desperately. “I’ll take over, I’ll help you. Just allow me to get my panties out of the way first, we are wasting too much time!”

He shook his head, “I do not think I have enough energy to pull away from you when I

am about to release. He finished, his tone soft and as tired as he looked, “I will not risk your life that way.”

“Oh… That was when she remembered her crisis with the wolf. She bit her lips, indecision crossing her eyes.

He’d come here with every intention to have sex with her again, to heal his injuries but now that he was faced with her, her willingness, and the opportunity, he couldn’t help thinking about the risks.

The possible consequences of what will happen if the cougar manages to take over. He was not willing to risk her life in such a way, wolfaraine realized then.

In that instant, he realized how deeply he was starting to care for this small woman lying underneath him, willing to make any sacrifices that’ll save his life.

Donnie’s head was working: hard, fast, and desperate. A thought came through…

“My mouth. I’ll use my mouth. I’ve not done it before; but I’ll give you pleasure with my mouth and it’ll work perfectly.” She suggested, hopefully.

He thought about it, “That will be good, Donnic. But, in this condition, a blowjob can only do very little-”

“Then, we have sex and switch at the very end when you’re about to…uhm, you know.” She was red– faced but determined as hell.

“Donice…

She wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her head slightly from the ground, and kissed him hungrily. Running her tongue over his lips, she familiarized herself with the taste of him again, drawing his lower lips into her mouth she sucked on them as her life depended on it.

Carlyle groaned at the unexpected action which flared every nerve of desire inside him. The taste of her lips went to his head like liquor.

Unable to help himself, his hand on her hips caressed upwards until his fingers circled her neck. He held her to him and kissed her thoroughly, hungrily.

His tongue penetrated her lips and he deepened the kiss. Like a man drinking nectar from the wineglass of the gods, he drank from her lips. Their tongues crossed and mated like one. He tasted every corner of her lips and sucked on her tongue.

Sidonnie let out muffled moans at his assault on her senses. His deep kisses took her

breath away and made her so hot for him that she was dripping in her panties.

“Fuck,” he growled into her mouth as he surrendered to her. The scent of her arousal coated the air around them until he lived and breathed her.

His restraints shot to dust, he released her neck her head tell back to the leaves beneath them and he followed without breaking the kiss. His hand went in between their bodies, raised her gown, and with a jerk, he tore the fabric of her panties, leaving her bare for him.

Donnie parted her legs eagerly for him, raising her knees, she put her feet down on either side of him.

“Yes, I want you inside me.” She whispered encouragingly into his mouth. Her hands. were unsteady as they raised his long robe, reached in–between them, and untied the rope that held his pants together.

He helped her to push his pants down until his erection sprang free. He was so hard and fully–erect that she felt the veins surrounding his cock as she ran her hand all over him. He was so ready that he licked precum, just as she was very sure she’d formed an ocean in between her legs.

“Fuck.” He growled again her caresses, tearing his lips away from hers.

Blue eyes looked at her intensely. Then, they closed and his head lowered to rest on her neck. Hips raised, he probed her intimate places until he found her entrance…and stroked deep inside her.

What the fuck…!

Donnie held her breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and bit her lips hard to stop the pained. sound that was threatening to escape her lips. It hurt. Not like the first time he had her of course, but close.

“Are you alright?” He asked when he noticed how stiff she’d gone under him. He couldn’t make out her facial features because of his blurry eyes.

He would have smelled her discomfort but the fact that his enhanced senses aren’t working as sharp as usual shows how badly his fatal wounds have affected him.

“Of course, I’m fine.” She forced her body to relax and buried her fingers into his soft silver–gold hair.

But he didn’t move, instead, his lips found hers and joined them together. The kiss started out slow but quickly escalated to an inferno; dragging moans out of her throat

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and causing her insides to burn. The pain disappeared like it was never there, but still, he didn’t move.

He kissed her for so long, that Ismena felt drugged by his kisses. She was gonna die if he- doesn’t start moving soon. So, she began moving under him, needing him badly to scratch the burning ache inside her that seems to increase with every passing second.

Those little hip moves were his cue that her body was ready for more of him, he began moving inside her.

The rhythm was slow, Wolfaraine pushed back the driving need inside him to fuck her hard and fast into oblivion, but instead embraced the need to savor the feel of her wrapped around her. The feel of her body so intimate with his, after such a long time.

As he was kissing her, he was creating a rhythm that caused her to shiver visibly in hist arms. She moaned into his mouth, her hips slowly meeting his strokes.

“God, it feels so good.” The whisper from her was a breathy moan inside his mouth, her arms wrapped tightly around him to hold him closer.

He pulled back, thrust deep inside her…and stopped abruptly.

He tore his mouth away from hers, raising his head up, sharply. And all of a sudden like a maniac who lost it all, he began fucking her hardly, without restraint, going very deep in her, touching every spot fat could arouse her pleasure.