The Alpha’s Desire 2(14)

 

 

 

“It’s more a symbolic thing, I think, as I said.” I’d tried to keep my voice steady, controlled. “I need to know you are not going to run away again, that you are bound to me. Wait,” I said when I saw his mouth fall open to voice his counter. “I believe you. In fact, I am trusting you, with my body and my heart, as well as my mind. But, I want more. I think I want to tie you to the bed and have my way with your body. Not sure exactly how that goes, but I can work it out once I get you there. I need to make you mine. Call it a latent reaction to the trauma you caused me the last time you spilt. You owe me, buddy.”

 

 

 

He set me down then, carefully letting my feet hit the floor and helping me to stand. He placed a light kiss on my cheek. When he pulled back, his face fell to serious as he took on a more military stance, how a soldier would stand, chest out, legs slightly apart, at attention for inspection or instruction.

 

 

 

“I’m all in for that. Just tell me what you want me to do, my love,” he stated, his voice low but sure.

 

 

 

Taking his arm, first I guided him into the middle of the room. Releasing him, I circled around him, finding my confidence and formulating my actual plan. I could see each time I passed his front that he tried only somewhat successfully to hide his eager grin.

 

 

 

Stepping in front of him, biting at the side of my lip, I grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, untucking it from his jeans. His eyebrows raised, but he kept quiet. In fact, he pursed his lips in a show that I would be the one doing the talking here.

 

 

 

“I need you naked first,” my voice teased, though I was dead serious about the naked thing.

 

 

 

He nodded. Remained militant in his stance.

 

 

 

Sliding the soft cotton up over his stomach, I let myself become memorized with each inch of him I uncovered. Muscle after muscle I rolled my hands over, catching the bunching material of his t-shirt with my thumbs. When I got to his shoulders, he lifted his arms. By the time I pulled the shirt over his head and arms, standing on my tiptoes but still having to guide his arms toward me to do so, his face had softened. His look now, beyond mirth, showed me the love, the interest in me that I felt radiated freely from him for the first time. Like a blanket, warm and cozy, I found my own emotions nurtured by it. With this, I found absolute confidence, which freed up my overworked, jammed-up mind to focus fully on the moment.

 

 

 

Straightening up as I let his shirt fall from my fingers to the floor, I resisted the urge to touch him. I wanted him as naked as he had been in the alley, here in my bedroom, free from the threat of others walking by. I went straight for the button of his jeans. This made a sound rattle in his chest. Still resisting the urge to kiss him where the sound had originated from, I slowly pulled down the zipper, a glorious sound hitting my ears as each tooth let loose of the others.

 

 

 

I took a deep breath as I hooked my thumbs in his jeans and underwear. Shimmying them down over his hips, marveling at the cut of him, I slid them down to his ankles. Standing up and stepping back, I took in this view of him. His bronzed skin rolled, rippled as his muscles tightened and relaxed under my steady gaze. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even let emotions play over his face. Instead, he just looked at me, as if for direction.

 

 

 

Power surged me forward. I found my voice. “Remove your shoes and pants.”

 

 

 

I’d made this an unmistakable order, as much thrilled as surprised with my control, not only in my voice, but in my actions. Giddy with the satisfaction of giving an order and being obeyed so easily, especially with a man of his size and beyond animal strength. It took so much not to strip myself and just throw myself at him. Yet, I needed more. So much more. With these needs came control. I watched as he bent to do as instructed. As his muscles moved to do the simple work, I licked my lips, wanting to taste his salty skin.

 

 

 

Once cleared of all his clothes, he stood back up at attention. His arms hanging to his sides, his legs steady underneath him, he didn’t move a muscle but to breathe. His eyes found mine. He said not a word as we just looked at each other, let ourselves take a minute to take each other in, let it register that this was really happening. I could feel his comfort with me, his fearless and unashamed freedom to let me have control. It encouraged my own body to relax and to take further control.

 

 

 

I walked slowly around him again. The perfect curve of his ass enthralled me, put a spell over me that forced me to take my time, taking in the way the muscles of his broad back curved down into it. The rounded curve dimpled in on the sides as he clenched the cheeks together under my unwavering gaze. His breathing had increased a tad, but then settled again as I moved back to his front.