The Headmaster Alpha's Mate
The Headmaster Alpha’s Mate Chapter 66

Chloe bit her bottom l*p as Zander threw her onto the large soft mattress of their bed. Giggling, she pushed her body up with her elbows.

“Never call a Scotsman’s kilt a skirt,” Zander growled.

Rolling her lips together, her eyes sparkling, Chloe tilted her head to one side, her eyes trailing up and down his body.

“So what do you think you can do about it, standing there in your SKIRT!” Chloe teased.

Zander’s eyes widened, and became black with l**t. His mate was a little minx, and she clearly wanted to play, and he was only too happy to give her the punishment she was almost begging him for.

With a low growl, Zander took hold of Chloe and flipped her over so that she lay prone infront of him, his fingers trailed down the back of her exposed spine. Chloe shuddered in delight, her lacy underwear becoming soaked with her arousal.

“You are a very naughty princess.” Zander g*****d huskily in her ear.

His fingers gently unbuttoning the three fabric-covered buttons on the lower back of her dress, as Chloe let out a soft whimper.

“This dress looks beautiful on you, but it will look better lying in a heap on my floor.” Zander growled, as Chloe let out a soft mewl.

Moving the delicate fabric over her shoulders, Zander had to control himself, not wanting to rip off the dress that looked so beautiful on his mate.

Chloe wiggled her shoulders to help her mate remove the dress, then lifted her body upwards, pushing her bottom off the bed towards Zander as he pulled the dress from her body, then threw it to the floor. A growl of satisfaction erupted from Zander’s lips, as his mate lay on her stomach in front of Zander, the cheeks of her bottom exposed to him the small strip of fabric begging to be ripped. Taking hold of the lace panties, Zander pulled them, the sound of ripping filling the room, Chloe let out a small cry of delight, as she wiggled her bottom, desperately waiting for her mates’ attention.

Zander let out a low chuckle, before he rubbed the globes of her behind.

“What am I wearing, Chloe?” he growled.

Chloe grinned into the mattress, suppressing the giggle that was building up in her throat.

“A manly man’s skirt,” she teased.

The sound of the slap echoed around the room, followed by Chloe letting out a soft whimper, as Zander’s hand connected with her bottom, the moisture between her legs began to trickle down her thighs.

Zander rubbed his mate’s pink cheek, before he administered another quick slap, as Chloe’s body shivered and she let out another cry of pleasure. The scent of his mate’s arousal filled the room, causing his length to become painfully hard, the sporran on his kilt pushing forward by his e******n.

“What am I wearing, Chloe?” Zander lustfully growled again.

“A big boy’s skirt.” Chloe panted out, then braced herself for the sting of pain that would soon be followed by the pleasure that only her mate could provide.

Chloe’s eyes rolled upwards, as Zander’s large hand connected with her behind once more before tracing his fingers up the inside of her thighs,as he gently brushed her soft wet folds, teasing her, as she let out another soft mewl of satisfaction. She could play this game forever, but now her body was desperate for a release, as she felt her climax begin to build up inside her.

“Kilt, you are wearing a Kilt!” Chloe shouted out, as Zander’s fingers softly moved up and down the inside of her leg.

Zander chuckled, knowing his beautiful mate wanted his fingers, his mouth, and more, but she had made the ultimate mistake of telling this Scotsman he was wearing a skirt, so her punishment would continue.

Bending down, Zander began to gently lick her leg from her ankle, teasing his mate, moving painfully slowly, upwards. Chloe’s body began to shiver and move as she waited impatiently for his talented tongue to reach her core and tip her over the edge of her desire. Frustration began to build up inside her as he reached the top of her thighs, only to ignore her hot throbbing wet core, and move to the ankle of her other leg.

“Please!” Chloe breathed out, her body now screaming for the release that only Zander could bring.

Zander suppressed the chuckle in his throat, as he continued to tease and frustrate his princess, as she gasped in anticipation of him giving her what her body was begging him for.

“Zander, please!” Chloe g*****d out in frustration. He had never denied her release before, but still he moved so slowly she felt like she was never going to reach the dizzy heights she so desperately craved.

Once again, Zander gently brushed her core, as Chloe bolted up onto her knees, pushing her bottom out towards him in a bid to have him give her what she needed.

Zander gave her round bottom another sharp slap as Chloe’s body began to shake. She had never felt so frustrated in her life, as she began to beg and plead with him to do something, anything to bring about the release and end her torment.

Driven wild with desire, Chloe brought her hand down, and began to massage her clit with her knuckles as her body thrashed about.

“MINE!” Zander called out positively, moving her hand away from her swollen core.

“Zander please, please help me then.!” Chloe cried out.

Tortured by his mate’s cries for release, he flipped her over onto her back, Zander grabbed her legs and put them onto his shoulders, his tongue lapping up the juices that freely flowed from her body, as his finger and thumb tweaked her swollen clit.

Chloe thrashed about her fist, grabbing the sheets beneath her, Zander’s finger now digging deep inside her, as he alternated between his tongue and finger all whilst maintaining the pressure on her swollen nub.

Finally, Chloe’s body convulsed and shook as her internal walls griped his finger like a vice. Chloe saw stars, her body exploding with sparks of electricity, the current increasing the force of her o****m.

Breathless, she rode the crest of her wave, Zander watched as his princess’s face contorted with pure pleasure from the release, her cheeks flushed, as she panted and cried out to the heavenly deity.

Lifting up the thick material of his kilt, Zander lined himself up, and as Chloe recovered from her first climax, he pushed himself inside her, showing her the benefits of his traditional dress. Chloe whimpered once more, as her mate dominated her, thrusting deep inside her. Her h**s bucked upwards to meet his, as her hands found the hem of the kilt, and pushed it upwards, her fingers kneading the hard muscled flesh of Zander’s buttocks as he continued to plow deep inside her.

Zander felt the tightening of his balls, but did not want to release his seed just yet, so he quickly pulled out of his mate, so that he could give her one more release before he found his own.

Chloe g*****d, before she pushed him onto his back, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt and waistcoat, trailing down his rock-hard chest muscles. Bending forwards, she began to lick his abdominal before she straddled him, lifting up his kilt and impaling herself on top of him. Her h**s gyrated into a figure of eight, as the thick material of the kilt rubbed against her swollen clit, giving her the pressure her body craved. Once again, the heady bliss of her climax began to build inside her, as she g*****d, taking what she wanted, what she desperately needed from her mate.

“f**k Chloe, I am coming!” Zander growled out as his mate worked his body into a frenzy.

As Zander stiffened, Chloe reached her dizzy climax once more as she felt his thick stream coating her insides. Both mates roared out in unison, as their bodies shuddered with pure pleasure.

Breathless, Chloe collapsed on top of Zander’s chest, her body covered in a thin film of sweat, as Zaner gently traced the phases of the moon onto her back.

“I love you princess.” Zander breathed, then placed a soft k**s on her marking spot, a bolt of electricity went straight to Chloe’s core.

“I love you too, my big bad wolf.” Chloe sighed out in satisfaction.

“Come on, let me take care of you.” Zander smiled lovingly at her, then lifted her gently into his arms and moved off the bed carrying his perfect princess into the bathroom, and filled the tub.

As they sat in the hot bubbly water, Chloe rested her back against Zander’s chest, as he absentmindedly played with her swollen n*****s.

“How are you feeling my Luna princess?” he asked, knowing that deep down Chloe would still be upset about her favorite teacher betraying them.

“Okay, I suppose we knew this day was coming, but now I know it was Mr Kyle all along, I am struggling to comprehend why.” Chloe sighed.

“I have known him almost all of my life, Chloe. He arrived with his mate before the first war. She was an omega, but I feel he was planted into our pack.” Zandeer sighed out.

“Hannah said fear had caused him to do what he did, fear of that curse, fear for his family. Am I being too naive to hope that one day when the curse is finally broken and he is free he will return to us, even help us?” Chloe asked.

“No Princess, it is always good to have hope, that a person will realise their mistake and repent of it.” Zander sighed, kissing the top of her head.

“But would you forgive him for his crime?” Chloe asked.

“Honestly, I know that if he is truly sorry, and wants to work with us, I should, as mercy always triumphs over judgement. But I extended mercy to Ursula, and to Louise, and both of them attacked you, so I am unsure if I can put you at risk again.” Zander sighed.

“I do not think he was an evil man, Zander, he just made the wrong choice, because he believed the curse had power over him. If he breaks free and comes back, I hope we can find it in our hearts to forgive.” Chloe sighed.

“Yes, that is admirable, but at the same time, we can forgive a person, but we should never allow them to do what they did to us again.” Zander warned.

Chloe laid back, wanting to relax, to forget just for tonight the problems they were now facing. Tomorrow’s worries would come, but for now, she was safe, in her mate’s arms.

As she tipped her head back onto Zander’s shoulders, suddenly she heard a howl from the ground, a voice she recognised, crying out in deep emotional pain, the sound making her b***d as cold as ice.

Zander stiffened, and looked at Chloe as they both jumped out of the bath tub, then ran naked through the Alpha corridor and down the stairs, other wolves joining them. Neither Chloe or Zander cared about their nakedness, as they headed towards the door, opening it, then instantly shifting as they ran into the pack ground’s, running towards the harrowing sound of someone in deep distress.

Zander opened up his mind link, towards the wolf who was still howling desperately as if their life was over, their reason for living gone.

“Caroline, what is wrong?”