The Alpha’s Desire 3(4)

 

 

 

To die in such sweet torture couldn’t be all bad, I thought, my brain irrational, my love all encompassing. His fierce kisses, each press of his lips, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, were the only things that kept me from alerting the others that we were awake. I wiggled under him, pressed my body up against his, demanding more, as he suffocated me with zealous kisses.

 

 

 

He answered by inching that same finger torturing me inside of me, leaving me a trembling mess as my inner walls gripped at him, wanting more. The more I moved, groaned, I could now feel his length resting heavy on my leg. When he finally reached that soft spot inside of me, the one that would shatter me, bring down the world around us, he removed his finger, left me open and wanting, in a desperate frenzy to have him.

 

 

 

That heat in my core grew, became visible around us, I saw when I dared open my eyes. Looking down my body, I saw his erection standing out full and strong, poised to enter me. While I watched it bob from his movement, and then him wrestle it into a condom he’d pulled from his discarded jeans pocket, he looked over me again, leaving me to feel like I was the most gorgeous, enticing thing he’d ever seen, leaving me to wait for him as I basked in the feelings of being loved and treasured.

 

 

 

That energy of mine swirled around us, faster, the brightness a thick, dense light now that left us wonderfully cut off from the world. My magic embraced us in a circle of light. It didn’t blind, though he blinked a few times. Yet, it tingled along my skin like static electricity, only more profound than anything I’d ever felt that way before. He lowered his body to mine. His face nuzzled into my neck, kissing, sucking on my sensitive skin, growing more passion, a more manic longing, if possible at this point, even with the hint of a tickle. Finally, in one swift, glorious movement, his hard cock entered my softness. With my thighs pressing at his waist, my knees bent around him, I used my calves and heels to force him into me deeper. Though, despite my attempts, he used his upper body strength to continue his slow descent.

 

 

 

The small scrapes of his teeth on my flesh soothed by his warm tongue made me continue my fight for air. We soon found a rhythm, one unsettled with a build-up of need, as we grabbed and moved, shifted and manipulated, to fashion ourselves together as one entity. The strong and steady fire of this moment coursed like hot lava through my veins, making my heart beat in time with his.

 

 

 

My magic, the light forgotten with my eyes, closed tightly, but still the brightness turned my eyelids orange, spotted them with red. I recklessly disregarded it. I let it surge, do its thing. I didn’t know what to do with it anyway, so I had to just let go and trust my body. I’d never intentionally hurt him, so why should it? It was a part of me. So, I let it go, ignored it for all intents and purposes. All I knew now was the feel of him tangled up with me.

 

 

 

“I love you, Christina,” Lex whispered in my ear with his deep baritone that curled my toes. Tears, hot and welcome, filled my eyes as the words, the honest sentiment, flowed over me while his body generously continued to invade mine.

 

 

 

I greedily took every inch he offered me as my inner walls gripped his cock. In and out, the engorged flesh led me to the beginning of some shaky contractions rippling through my stomach, making it hard for me to find my voice in that moment.

 

 

 

I pressed on, though, moving with him, finding just the slightest amount of air to get out, “I love you, too, my Lex, my wolf.”

 

 

 

The world seemingly stopped just for us as I rode the high. My body convulsing, contracting, trembling around him, we came together. The thought that nothing in my life would ever be the same again made me smile as we just held each other through the last of our post-orgasmic tremors.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

 

Back in my own apartment to pack, my room having been mostly spared of the werewolf attacks last night, I hit her picture on my cell phone to call my friend Chloe with shaky fingers. In fact, my fingers had been so shaky that I’d hit the camera, the click of which taking a picture of my shoes, startling me, but I managed to not growl at the phone as I got it back to where I could try to call her again.

 

 

 

“Hey, Chloe,” I said into the phone, still not sure how I was going to explain my sudden trip with my new boyfriend Lex to my best friend, leaving out all the werewolf protector, Royal, and magical bloodline, and horrid attacks that were the point of the trip.

 

 

 

All I had to offer was to remind her of the guy who had loved and left me after a one night stand, making me a crazy lady for weeks to reconnect with him, that he was now, after only a few nights together again, taking me far away, spur of the moment, and I had no idea when I would be back. Not at all sure how that would go over, I had to call her nonetheless.