My New Home

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The first thing that woke me from my deep slumber was the sound of closing doors and an annoyed growl from the warm figure beside me. Stunned by the new development, my eyes fluttered open to only be met by the tell tale delectable scent of my mate who was still seated beside me and whose shoulder had become my personal pillow.

"Oh...sorry..."

I muttered, pulling back instantly at the realization. We had not really grown close enough for me to make myself so comfortable against his body. Yes, he had proven himself to be a very comfortable pillow and his presence had eased the ache of all that had happened but I was still cautious not to push it.

No matter how much I desire this man as my mate...No matter how much the mate bond is pulling me to him, I cannot allow myself to forget the fact that he is a stranger. One who is renowned as the incarnation of danger.

I know I promised not to judge him before he showed me who he truly was but my father had taught me an important lesson. Rumors were always ingrained with some inkling of truth.

"You have nothing to apologize for. Do you feel a little more rested?"

He inquired, his voice silent despite his gaze that seemed to convey so much and yet I somehow could not decipher it all within the confines of the sleek car that we were now in.

"Yes, thank you. It feels like I've been out for some time now."

I muttered, noting the grogginess in both my mind and my limbs. It was rare for me to sleep as deeply as I had but with everything that had happened for the past couple of hours, I was not as surprised by my body's response.

I also had not slept much the previous night... The very thought brought a bitter taste to my mouth and memories I shoved down as quickly as they came.

"Yeah, for about five hours. We landed an hour ago. We're already home."

He stated, glancing out of the car's windows and towards the massive mansion before us that I was yet to take in. I didn't know why but hearing him say we were home did not bring me any kind of anxiety or discomfort as I expected.

On the contrary, it felt right. I felt safe. Secure.

Welcome.

Either he noticed my speechlessness or was tired of being in a confined space but he swiftly opened the door, stretching out his hand to help me out in turn. Hesitation clawed at me, pushing doubts into my subconscious but I could not allow myself to dwell. Not when his eyes offered so much reassurance.

His large, warm, tattooed and somewhat calloused hand engulfed my own completely and a flittering thought couldn't help but gnaw itself into my sub conscious.

It feels like our hands were made for each other...Just like our bodies...

I thanked the goddess for the rush of cold wind that would explain the flush that settled over my features as I looked around the new environment. I was acutely aware of Dante's eyes on my own but I could not allow myself to indulge him in the fact that I was having very naughty thoughts about us.

His chuckle was sudden, taking me aback and prompting me to look up at him. It was an unexpected sound that stunned all his warriors who also turned to look at the spectacle, each of them bewildered. It was clear that Dante Livorno was not a man who was easily and genuinely amused.

He offered no explanation for his amusement. Only a small, knowing look that seemed to see right through to my very soul.

"Welcome to Crescent Moon, Alexandra. We are located pretty deep in the mountains and our land stretches pretty far within the Eastern territory. As the largest and most powerful pack in our world, there are many precautions that have been taken to ensure the safety of our people but we will get more into that later. For now, I think a tour of your new home is in order."

He stated, his voice strong and tinged with pride as he began the trek up the stairs that would lead into the manor. I couldn't help but admire the air of dominance and commanding presence he exuded as he gestured at the forests that surrounded the mansion and the path to my left that seemed to lead deeper into the pack.

"Is this the pack house?"

I inquired, curious as hell by the massive structure that could comfortably house the Alpha, Beta and Gamma as well as their families. It was common practice for the leaders of the pack to live together in one home.

The werewolf community valued family and the three were considered to be just that. As the leaders of the pack, they were closer than anyone else and it only made sense that they would live together.

My father had, however, chosen to have his own home which had been the same at our original pack. Part of me knew that it was because he was not ready to jump back into such a setting so soon after losing my mother but also due to my night terrors. I was grateful to him for that when I grew old enough to understand his decision.

Presently, my mate chuckled at my question before shaking his head, amusement shining in his eyes as we entered through the massive brown mahogany doors that were opened by two Omegas who bowed low before us as we entered.

"No, little wolf. This is our home. The Alpha and Luna's Manor. Our pack house is more of an office area and a communal place where we have meetings. Its been set up with facilities for a hang out and, sometimes, we do hang there but it is more of an area where we meet up. My Beta and Gamma have their own homes, not as big as this but sizeable."

Dante's explanation stunned me to silence, my mind working on overdrive as I took in the high ceilings, spiral staircases, diamond chandeliers and so much more. Although the space should scream affluence and the position Dante held, it was still understated with accents of homeliness.

It did not look like an empty home. No, it looked lived in.

But it must have been pretty lonely to stay in such a big house all alone... I didn't know why but the thought of Dante lonely did not seem as feasible to me.

Maybe because he seems like such a put together, force of nature.

"It's stunning."

I muttered, meaning it as I let him take me through his home.

Our Home.

The living room was quite large with wooden floors, expensive looking rugs, larger than life flat screen and couches that seemed more like beds than anything. Double wooden doors led into the kitchen that seemed to be every Chef's dream with its black marble counters and appliances that were certainly enough to cook for a small army. A dining room was beyond with place settings for twelve people. Glass doors led into the back yard which beheld an Olympic pool and a relaxation area with couches and everything.

I was acutely aware of his hand on the small of my back as he led me up the spiral staircase to the lounge area which beheld an open bar, pool table, couches to relax and yet another massive TV that seemed to be for video games considering the console underneath it.

Four guest rooms came next, each of them ensuite and quite stunning with a dazzling view of the forest beyond. A gym was also on the same floor, fully equipped with a mirror wall on one side, a surround system that was truly impressive to behold and glass windows on another side that overlooked the Olympic pool below and forest beyond.

His office was next, the room large and impressive with its mahogany table, executive chair and couches that seemed to be present for his guests. Glass windows were also the main theme, overlooking the forest.

Going back to the stairs, we followed them to the last floor which beheld only two rooms; a stunning and fully stocked library that also beheld a black grand piano and glass windows. I immediately knew that this would be one of my favorite rooms.

But I seemed to have spoken too soon once he pushed open the black double doors that led into the second room on the floor. The Master Bedroom.

"Wow..."

I muttered, unable to hold back my awe.

Massive King sized bed in the middle of the room, the space was reflected my mate's personality to a T from the expensive rugs to the Victorian chair in the corner of the room that was perched a couple of ft. from the glass windows leading out to a sizeable balcony. Double doors led into a sizeable walk in closet with a his and hers set up.

What made the room all the more fascinating were the glass doors leading into the bathroom that gave a perfect view of the sizeable his and hers shower. Although there was a black bathtub to the left of it, his and hers sinks and a lavish toilet, I knew well enough that the shower was the best part of the entire room due to the uninhibited view one could get from the bed.

So that means any one of us can see the other while they shower...

The thought made me gulp, nervousness flittering through me at the prospect of being that exposed in front of my mate. I knew the very prospect was inevitable and yet I still could not contain the anxiety that waded through me.

"There is a button for privacy...but I doubt any one of us will need it."

Dante muttered, seeming to note my conflict as he pressed the small button that did, indeed, frost the glass but his last statement, though silent, confirmed my very thoughts. It would be hard to actually keep our hands off each other soon enough. The mate bond was absolute, no matter what either one of us tried to do.

"I have some matters to attend to. Your clothes will be unpacked tomorrow and brought in by the Omegas. In the meantime, feel free to use any of my clothes or anything else you may like."

He muttered, his eyes fixating on me despite my glance towards the massive walk in closet. Releasing a small sigh at the prospect of not being in a constricted space with my mate for any longer, I ignored the twinge of sadness that coursed through me at the prospect of his departure.

"Thank you. For the tour and everything you have done for me so far."

I responded, meaning my words despite the fact that I was trying to hide the fact that I wanted him to stay with me. I hoped he couldn't see my conflicted feelings in that uncanny way he always does.

My thoughts were shattered, though, at the sight of his approach as he came to stand right in front of me and in my personal space. I held my breath, waiting, watching as his indecipherable gaze and his gorgeous orbs held my own in an intense look.

"In as much as I love that you thank me, I would rather you be expressing your gratitude for something else..."

His tone, though seemingly nonchalant, beheld so much emotion that I almost choked on the unadultered lust that he exuded.

My heartbeat accelerated, my breath coming in short pants at the multitude of naughty thoughts and fantasies that consumed me. I couldn't believe just how much I WANTED him to follow through with his words.

In that single moment, I knew well enough that were he to ask...let alone touch me, I would give in. I would give him everything he wanted and so much more.

And he seemed to see it as his eyes grew even darker, the flickers of golden brown alerting me to his wolf's need to take over and completely ravish me. To consume, complete and mark me as their own.

And by the goddess I want that...

"Don't look at me like that, Alexandra...Or I'll have to give in and mark that c*nt with my cum."

His growl was low, his grip possessive as he pulled me flush to his chest. He seemed wild, unhinged and right on the very edge of sanity as his forehead rested on mine, our eyes locked in a wild tussle as we got lost in the pull of the mate bond and the fog of lust.

"And what's stopping you?"

I muttered, my voice breathy with need and desire. I had never been so turned on in my entire life. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, all my inhibitions forgotten as I dared my unhinged mate to take me and make me his. Everything else did not matter.

Only him and I.

In this moment.

I bit my lip as a multitude of fantasies went through me, the action seeming to snap a loose thread within my mate as his thumb brushed across my lower lip, pulling it from my teeth before he crashed his lips against mine in a bruising and breathtaking kiss.

I was lost in him. In his taste and the roughness of our kiss. Sparks exploded as our lips connected and our tongues tussled. His hands were strong and sure as they explored my body, brushing my breasts, down my flat tummy before he settled them both on my ass.

I moaned into his mouth once he squeezed my ass, the sound of my own unhinged desire prompting him to release a possessive growl. I was lost in him, allowing him to lift me into his arms effortlessly, my cunt settling against his hard c*ck that pulsed at the feel of my warm and wet c*nt.

The feel of the cool wall against my back restored my sanity momentarily but my lust filled thoughts were too in tune with my mate who kissed a path down my neck. The soft feel of his lips left me a breathless and moaning mess as my body came alive at the feel of his elongated canines right against my neck where he would mark me as his.

"Fucking hell...I have never been more tempted to do something in my entire life..."

He whispered, his voice sounding almost pained as his breath brushed against my neck. I was lost in a haze of lust, unable to focus when his c*ck twitched every so often right against my very sensitive p*ssy. The sensation was magical, almost enough to make me come undone but I could not allow myself to.

Now that would be embarrassing.

"Then do it...Take me..."

My voice and my words did not sound like my own and yet I also had never felt so much temptation in my entire life.

I NEEDED him to become mine.

I needed him to consume my body and make me his. It was almost a crazed need as I rubbed myself against his erection.

A strained groan escaped his lips before he shifted our position, placing me on the bed before he settled atop me. It was an intimate position, allowing me to feel every single inch of his muscular body that hovered over mine as well as his hardness that settled right against my c*nt once more.

His eyes were a mix of their normal color and a glowing brown, the mix of himself and his wolf exhilarating me.

He was fighting.

Hard.

I just didn't understand why.

He seemed to note my confusion, a small sigh escaping him as his strong hand gripped my bare thigh that was wrapped against him. The feel of his warm touch sent shivers through me, almost sending me over the edge.

Bloody hell...His touch is enough to make me orgasm...

"Fuck me, Alexandra. You need to stop looking at me like that or I'll destroy you..."

He whispered, his voice hoarse with need. He seemed to be teetering on the edge and I knew just what to do to make him fall into oblivion like me.

I need this...

Lifting my hands, I brushed them down his cheek before entangling my fingers through his hair. He seemed to revel in my touch, not fighting me as I pulled his head to rest against my neck. My breath was hot against his ear as I whispered the words I knew he needed to hear.

"Please, Dante...Take me..."

His growl was carnal as his free hand reached down and ripped my panties right off of me. I gasped at the sudden action, appalled and incredibly turned on by the darkness he showed me. By his rough movements that spelt possessive desire. I knew I was his and he made sure I could NEVER forget it.

"I know you're close, my little wolf. Are you ready for a glimpse of exactly what I plan to do to you?"

He whispered, his words barely registering as a loud moan escaped me, my body coming alive as I felt his hand brush over the most intimate part of me. I could feel his own excitement, the throbbing of his c*ck as he shoved one finger inside me first.

A hiss escaped his lips just as a long and loud moan escaped my lips.

"Fuck, baby. You're so tight. I am going to rip this pussy apart. I will mold it to accommodate my c*ck and mine alone!"

He growled against my ear, the sound of my wetness against his fingers as he fucked me slowly bringing forth a wildness I had never experienced before.

He was so nasty, so dark and I loved it.

I accepted all of him even as he stretched me further and added a second finger that made me feel so full.

"Yes, my little slut! Moan for me like the good little wolf you are. Fucking hell, baby girl. You look so gorgeous getting finger fucked by me."

I was so close. So very close and I knew he could sense it. A beautiful and sexy grin stretched across his lips as he watched me beg for it.

"Please, Dante...Oh goddess...Please..."

I panted, needing this. Needing the release that only he could give me.

"That's my good girl...My woman. Come for me, Alexandra. Show me how you'll clench this tight little c*nt against my c*ck."

His dirty words...his other hand against my neck, choking me. They were all enough.

More than enough.

I came so hard, spots danced across my vision as my body bucked off the bed and right into him as he leaned down and swallowed my loud moan with his bruising kiss. His fingers were soaked, releasing a very satisfying sound as he pulled them out and shoved them into his mouth.

Tasting me.

My body shivered, unable to look away as he licked all of my juices clean from his fingers before he gently brushed my lips with those same fingers. Although I was spent, my pussy throbbed at the prospect of another round.

The realization stunned me, alerting me to the fact that this man would probably be my undoing. He was dangerous for my health. So very dark and dangerous. With droopy eyes and languid limbs, I let him place me under the covers and watched as he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead.

"Such a good girl...My perfect little wolf..."

He whispered against my forehead, his words warming my heart despite my exhaustion.

"I have so much in store for you, My Alexandra. You have offered me a taste, created an insatiable monster. Our forever begins now..."

His words were the last thing that my mind registered before I sank into the depths of sleep, letting myself dream not of my past but of my present and of my dark and dangerous mate.

Mine.

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