Emma's Pov

　　There is no better feeling than having Matthew devoted to making me feel pleasure. The effort my mate puts into making me cum is wonderful; it's a dedication that transcends the physical and reaches the most intimate parts of my soul. It overwhelms me with such happiness that I often can't even contain it within myself.

　　The room is immersed in a soft gloom, illuminated only by the faint yellow light of the lamp, creating an intimate and cozy atmosphere.

　　I run my hands through his soft, silky hair, feeling each strand between my fingers. I moan his name with all the strength I have while feeling his big, rigid cock filling me completely, hitting my most pleasurable spot. My entire body trembles in response.

　　Matthew is above me, his hands firmly planted on the mattress I'm lying on. His hot, sweaty body is pressed against mine, creating an indescribable sensation that makes me hug him tightly, not wanting any space between us. I bite his shoulder to muffle my moans, feeling the texture of his skin between my teeth, a mix of pain and pleasure that excites me even more.

　　Matthew's heavy, panting breath is a beautiful melody to my ears, a song that resonates within me, synchronized with my heart's accelerated beats. The bed shakes with the force of his thrusts, each one intensifying my desire, making me ready to come again because of him. The bed creaks beneath us, an audible testament to our unrestrained passion.

　　I scratch Matthew's back hard when I feel my orgasm approaching, my fingers digging into his skin as if to mark this moment forever. He growls and grips the headboard tightly, his body becoming rigid and trembling. We both climax together, shuddering and reaching the peak of pleasure in perfect sync. Every nerve in my body screams with ecstasy, my heart pounding as my legs quiver at the height of my orgasm.

　　The room is filled with the air of our desire, our love, and our scent, an intoxicating mix that fills my senses. Matthew remains on top of me, and I feel his cock still inside me. When he starts to move off me, I stop him.

　　"Stay, stay like this, just a little longer," I whisper, my voice hoarse, almost a breathy plea filled with satisfaction and lingering desire.

　　Matthew flashes a mischievous smile at me, his eyes full of affection and complicity. His hand holds my cheeks, making me pout, and he plants a delicious kiss on my lips, soft and passionate, melting me with love for him.

　　He moves his hips just so I can still feel his cock inside me, and I let out a breathless moan, a sound of pure pleasure. I pull Matthew closer, wrapping my legs around his waist, not firmly, as I no longer have that strength after so many orgasms, but with a desire to keep him close, to continue feeling every part of him against me.

　　"Naughty, delicious Emma," Matthew whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine, a touch combining affection and the alpha domination we both possess.

　　Finally, Matthew moves off me and lies beside me on the bed, our breaths still heavy, bodies sweaty and satisfied. My legs are numb and useless for anything other than tangling with my mates. I nestle into Alpha Matthew's arms, listening to his heart's rhythm slow down to something more calm and soothing.

　　"I'm starting to get hungry. Want to order room service?" Matthew asks after several minutes have passed.

　　I realize now that I haven't eaten in hours, many hours, and my stomach makes a funny sound demanding food. Matthew and I laugh at the noise coming from my belly.

　　"I'll take that as a yes, my sweet, hungry Emma," Matthew declares with a cheerful and humorous smile.

　　He gives me a quick, gentle kiss before heading to the phone to call reception. I watch my mate's naked body, his beauty so magnificent that it seems like a timeless painting to me.

　　Matthew stands with his back to me, speaking on the phone and ordering our food. I notice his firm, round buttocks, his straight back, and his defined hips. My eyes travel up to his broad shoulders and the nape of his neck hidden by his dark, silky hair.

　　When Matthew turns to face me, the view gets even better, and I feel my nipples harden as I take in his body even more. I bite my lower lip as my eyes focus on his now flaccid cock.

　　Matthew covers his member with his hand and then waves his fingers to draw my gaze to his face.

　　"My eyes are up here, Emma," he whispers, moving the phone away from his mouth. This makes me laugh to the point of almost being breathless.

　　Room service didn't take long to arrive at our room, even though it was already early in the morning. The smell of food filled our hotel room, and my stomach growled even more in protest at how hungry I felt.

　　"Charlotte is eager to return to Stonehaven Pack," Matthew comments before taking a bite of the succulent steak he ordered.

　　I smile at hearing that. I miss my little wolf.

　　"I promise she'll be able to visit us again soon," I reply excitedly.

　　Matthew nods, "She wants to go soon because, according to her, there's going to be a big war between three huge werewolves and I will face some danger," Matthew comments humorously and casually.

　　However, I become alarmed at his words, furrowing my brow and leaning forward, intrigued by what he said, "A war? What do you mean?"

　　My mate waves his hand as if shooing away an invisible fly, "Emma, it's nothing. Charlotte is just a child with a very fertile imagination. I don't believe we'll have a war with any pack... well, besides the current one with the Moonshadow Pack," Matthew responds, his skepticism almost palpable from where I'm sitting.

　　"Matthew, your sister is a prophet. A powerful prophet. If she told you there's going to be a big war with two other wolf packs, we need to take it seriously," I say, worried.

　　"Emma, please," Matthew holds my hand and squeezes it tenderly, "don't be like my elders, trying to unravel mysteries in the vivid imagination of an eight-year-old. Let's just enjoy this night, can we?"

　　I sigh, frustrated with Matthew's lack of commitment to the imminent warning Charlotte gave him. I don't want a war to break out; lives are carelessly lost in such events.

　　Matthew's vibrant green eyes look at me tenderly, and I want to argue about it. I want to discuss who the third pack in this conflict might be.

　　"You know you have my support, right?" I ask, concerned, intertwining my fingers with his. "If it comes to that, I'll be by your side."

　　Matthew smiles sweetly and pulls my hand to his lips, planting a short, delicate kiss on my knuckles, "Emma, don't worry. Nothing will happen, I promise."