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Soon after the ceremony, everyone was surrounding us, congratulating us, taking pictures with their families and preparing for the evening run. My Aunt Rosa, who was like a mother to me ever since my mother passed, came over and embraced me. Everyone was thrilled, and there smiles all around. I was still a bit shocked from seeing him for the first time. The Alpha of Alpha, whose name I discovered was named Jonathan, looked younger than I expected him to. The oldest wolf I knew was our Alpha Vincent, who was 280 years old. He had been turned when he was 38 years old, though. This was during the time when werewolves were fighting against the vampires. During this time, werewolves were very desperate and started turning humans to increase their numbers for the war. Since then, a treaty had been reached for peace; however, some still craved chaos. It was a crime to turn humans without consent now. Pureblood wolves stopped ageing at 25, but I thought that 2000 years should have had an ageing effect on him. He had shoulder-length black hair that framed his face and brought out his baby blue eyes. He had a muscular build that was barely hidden in this white crew-neck shirt and black jeans. I knew he had been looking at me throughout the ceremony, and his eyes' intensity was shocking.
As I was talking to my Aunt, I saw him move through the crowd towards me. My heart started beating so fast, and his scent had me tingling. He introduced himself to my Aunt Rosa, who was delighted. His Beta named Trevor invited both of us to join them for lunch. I just needed some time to take a walk and think, but before I could say anything, my Aunt had already accepted for both of us. She offered to cook for all of Jonathan's pack at our house instead. When we got to our place, I went straight to my room to change into some more comfortable clothing.
I was about to close the door when I saw him standing there. He entered the room and started looking through my book collection without saying anything. A minute later, he walked towards the door and shut it and locked us both in. At this point, my hands were so sweaty, and I was so anxious and excited. He walked towards me, gently took my hand and lead us both to my reading desk. All of a sudden, he lifted me off the ground on to the desk. This way, we were face to face. He brushed my curtain bangs behind my ears, and he leaned in and kissed me. My wolf was doing its happy dance in my head. He deepened the kiss by tracing his tongue along my lower lip. I gasped at the feeling, and I felt my stomach clench deliciously.
Jonathan
Her lips were even softer than I had imagined. When I traced her lips, her gasp had a direct line to my cock, and if it was possible, I got even harder. When I had followed her to her room, I just wanted to engage her in a conversation to know a little more about her, but I could not get over my need for reassurance that she was physically attracted to me too. I could smell her arousal, and my mouth was watering. Using my werewolf speed, I was on my knees in one move with her legs parted and each deliciously creamy thigh on either side of my face. Her white lacey panties were soaking wet and sticking lewdly to her pussy lips. I just wanted to penetrate her with my tongue and go as deep as I could reach, but I had to make sure she was okay with this.
I knew we were moving too fast, but my wolf and I wanted her attached via our knot while her pussy massaged it. I looked up at her and was distracted by her nipples sticking out from her dress that were rock hard and begging to be kissed and gently teased. I licked my lips and looked at her eyes for permission, and she nodded her head. I traced my hands up her outer thighs from her knees to her waist while I traced small kisses up her inner left thigh to the edge of her lacey underwear. I gripped her panties, and he lifted her butt off the desk, and I dragged them down her legs. On my way back up, I kissed up her right inner leg up to the center of my existence ever since I had met her. I took each pussy lip into my mouth and gently sucked. Her moans told me she was enjoying what I was doing. Her clitoris was red and hard, like a little beacon begging to be licked and sucked on.