Chapter 20
Braxton
The last person I wanted to talk about was Megan, but I did tell Nyah I would answer her questions. If I’m not anything I am a man of my word.
Letting her go, I offer, “Since it’s a nice night out, how about we have a drink on the balcony?”
Nyah displays her beautiful smile, replying, “I’d like that.”
“Would you like Hennessey or Rose’?”
“After the day and night, we had, I think the Hennessey would be best. No ice please,” she replies, going over to the balcony doors. She slides the curtains back, then opens the door.
My eyes lay glued to her as she steps out and clutches the railings. Nyah closes her eyes, inhaling the night air.
Tearing my eyes away from her shapely body, I poured up our drinks before joining her. Nyah shifts to face me. She takes the lowball glass from me, then takes a sip. I chuckle as she does a little shimmy dance from the liquor rolling down her throat.
“Are you okay?” I tease, taking a drink.
“I’m fine,” she returns. “I’m trying to be lady-like and sip but on regular occasions, I would have tossed this shit back without any hesitation. Right now, I think it’s best for me to sip in moderation.”
Laughing out loud, I say, “I get that, but I don’t want you to change up any way you would unwind at the end of the day for me.” Closing the small distance between us, I lean down and whisper, “I know you’re a lady, my lady. So, you do as you must to take the edge off. Except for drugs, I don’t tolerate that shit.”
Nyah bumps me with her hip, giggling. “I don’t do drugs, Braxton. I may have a drink every now and then, but nothing that would classify me as being an alcoholic.”
“Good to know,” I say, turning to prop my side against the railings. I took another sip. “So, let’s start our Q and A session. Being your mate, I have nothing to hide from you.”
Nyah does the same motion, then inquires, “You and Megan? What was that all about?"
“Megan and I had an off again physical relationship. I never told her she would be my mate. I made that clear in the beginning and she was fine with it. Somewhere down the line Megan must have thought my feelings would change, but they didn’t. I cut off things with her a while back. Why my mother decided to bring her along, I have no clue. “We,” I motion my hand between the two of us. “We are mates and nothing or no one will ever come between that. Even if you denied me this very second, I wouldn’t take another in your place. I belong to you, and you belong to me. That’s how the Gods saw fit.”
Nyah nods, taking another taste of the Hennessey. “That’s all I needed to hear. Dealing with the shit from Fonda, and now Megan; you can’t blame me for having questions. Hell, I’m sure you had questions about Corey before we heard his possible motives.”
“And I still do,” I sharply reply. “He has announced within your Pack that he wants to be your mate. He’s lucky I didn’t sneak back onto Midnight land and kill him in his sleep,” I snarl.
“And I’m glad you didn’t,” Nyah snickers. She then becomes serious, then asking, “After we’re mated, will there be any others like Megan who will pop up, professing their love for you or you promised them they would be mated to you?”
With every ounce of honesty in my body, I tell Nyah, “I have never made any such promises to any woman. I hold declaring someone as your mate as the utmost respect level and since none of them were my destined mate, they never received that honor. But you, my destined mate...” I snake my free arm around her back, drawing her close to me. “You will be the only one who I will ever make such a declaration.”
“I better be,” Nyah says with sass as I nibble at her earlobe.
We laugh together, enjoying the rest of our drinks and the calmness of the city.
With two drinks down, we were feeling lively. Nyah went back into the suite and turned on the radio. One thing I found out before purchasing the hotel is that the suites were soundproof, so no matter how loud the music flowed it wouldn’t disrupt the other guests unless they had their balcony doors open. Seeing how it was mostly my family occupying the other suites I didn’t care. My mate and I were in a good place and that’s all that matters to me.
As the last song ended, Usher’s Seduction filled the surround sound. I might be a country boy, but I love R&B music as well.
“What do you know about this?’ Nyah asks, twisting her body to where her back flushed upon my chest.
“I know more than you know,” I acknowledge.
My hands grip Nyah’s hips as she winds them into my pelvis. She’s playing with fire, and we are both about to get burned.
My movements sync with hers as we let Usher’s words, and the tempo of the song have us moving as one. As Usher soulfully sings out his chorus, I place one hand on Nyah’s back, lowering it down. Nyah seductively looks over her shoulder at me, biting her bottom lip. That was enough for my claws to come out as I lifted the bottom of her dress, exposing the brown satin thong she had on. As if she was in heat, Nyah dips her back, raising her ass higher. Through the excitement and desire, I use my claws to rip away the thong. The shredded fabric falls to the floor. Looking down, Nyah’s saturated tunnel winks at me.
Retracting my claws, I growl. I make haste undoing my slacks, then letting them and my boxers slide down my legs.
My dick grew heavier than ever as I gripped it before teasing Nylah’s opening, coating the head with her natural nectar. I stop as Nyah begins to lower and raise her pussy onto the head, slowly taking in more and more. Nyah and I let out a long hiss once she had me fully embedded inside of her. What a fucking glorious feeling it is. Nyah widens her legs before turning my dick into her play toy. The only thing I can do is grasp her hips and enjoy the pleasure my mate is giving me.
Nyah has my toes curling and me whimpering like a bitch. It was time for me to show her who is really in charge. Bracing my right foot on the bottom of the railings, I was about to show her who the Alpha is during our coupling.
Without any warning, I lifted her left leg and braced it on the railing. Nyah utters some words, but they are sucked in as I use my dick like a battering ram right into her pussy. Nyah squeals with delight.
Whatever built-up tension we had earlier, I’m about to make us release that shit.
Nyah reaches back with her right hand and takes hold of my thigh. “Yes, baby, yes,” she slurs.
“Does this feel good to you?’ I ask, applying that pressure on her, going deeper.
“Yes, yes,” she mews, digging her claws into my skin.
“Fuck,” I mutter, throwing my head back. I would love for this to go on forever, but the way Nyah has clamped onto my shaft, that’s not going to happen. To give us more time, I fully withdraw my dick from her warm sheath. Nyah whips her head back at me disgruntled, baring her canines. Her eyes are the color of her wolf’s. My wolf, being an Alpha, tries to make his presence known.
I know if I fully let him out, he will try to bite Nyah to make her submit before our ceremony. Through enormous restraint, I only let my wolf’s power change my eyes to his. Anything else would result in a false claim that would result in us starting over until the next full Moon. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
With that knowledge in mind, I swiftly grasp Nyah’s shoulders. This way, I know my wolf and I are in charge. She bends her neck back, grunting and moaning as I move in and out of her like a piston.
“You may fuck me like an Alpha female, but never forget I’m the true Alpha in this relationship,” I declare before delivering the fucking that she has never had in her life.
Nyah tries to squirm away, but she started this seduction and I’m going to end it. Whichever way Nyah turned her pussy, I moved my pelvis that way. Sweat from my brow starts to form and mingle with the ones on Nyah’s back.
“Brax, please,” Nyah begs.
There’s something about her shortening my name that has me riding her harder. The only people that call me Brax are business associates or boot lickers and Nyah was neither.
Fisting a good amount of her hair, I fuck her harder as I lower my chest onto her back, never breaking our love making. “You will never call me by that name. You will either address me as Braxton or mate. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” Nyah replies with her body trembling.
Letting her hair go, I fuck her with no abandonment. Her pussy tightens around my dick like a vice grip, but I keep going. Nyah screams out as she cums. Her body twitches underneath me while her essence drops to my Italian leather shoes.
Damn the shoes. Her release and strong grip on my cock makes me explode. My claws manifest, digging into her sides as my canine’s extract. Normally this would happen during the full moon of a bonding ceremony. Looking up into the dark sky, the clouds parted, and a full moon glowed back at me. How could this be? It has to be a gift from the Gods. The animalistic trait of my wolf takes over. Before I know it, I’ve latched onto the side of Nyah’s throat, sealing us for life.
There’s no seeking and finding your mate. We have found each other and neither one of us is willing to let the other go.
“What have we done? My daddy is going to kill us,” Nyah whispers as I slowly move within her walls.
“What we both wanted to happen. From this day forward, the only children I have will come only from your womb. Whether Pack related or not, I will always be by your side. You, Nyah, is my destined mate, which makes you my queen, my Alpha Female to my Pack and someday the Midnight Pack. Someday we will unify the Packs, but I will leave that up to you.” I said, deliberately slowing my strokes.
“Fuck,” Nyah moans, as I slowly work my semi harden pole from her constricted sheath. She giggles as she applies the use of her Kegel muscles.
Oh, what a wicked mate I have. To my pleasure and pain, Nyah laughed.
She playfully arched her eyebrow, taunting, “Don’t let me find out the big bad wolf is afraid of a little pussy.”
“I’ll show you how afraid I am once I get you in the bedroom,” I say with intent. Picking her up, I carry her inside.
Nyah’s laughter echoes through the suite as I duck walk with my pants around my ankles towards the bedroom.