The Alpha’s Desire 4(44)

 

 

 

I stopped for a minute, wiping away the tears that had already begun to fall. I let my head fall back until our cheeks semi-met, taking in the earthy smell of his skin as exaggerated by the little sweat he’d worked up on our walk. I heard and felt him sniff me, as well. We wiggled our bodies, and settled into each other more as we just stared out on the beauty before us, though our minds were both in very dark places.

 

 

 

“When I finally got to that top floor,” I continued after a few moments of letting my mind go, unable to stop all of those horrible images from retuning, “seeing you there, with him, him threatening you, what was it like before I got there?” I cried out.

 

 

 

“I can’t talk about what happened to me yet. I did my best last night to give Catherine and Edward some information on Vivian and Riker, as I felt they needed it, but as for what happened to me, it wasn’t so much the torture, but the thoughts of never seeing you again that… I’m sorry, I just can’t yet.”

 

 

 

When I looked back at him, a tear had fallen over his cheek. Seeing a man cry even on TV had always been my undoing. I turned in his arms, coming up on my knees to face him. I kissed away his salty tear before I granted him butterfly kisses all over his face. Hints of a smile gave way, and while that touched me, my own plight from that night hit me, and continued to nag at my guilt.

 

 

 

“Lex. Listen. I did something bad that night. And, while I’ve tried to move past it, I just can’t. I let that man... oh, I forget what you called him, but the true werewolf in the black suit, I let him go. I couldn’t kill him. What will everyone think of me? You are all such warriors…”

 

 

 

“Shhh, Christina,” he said, kissing the side of my temple. “I know. And, I still could not love you any more than I do. You are a fighter. Brave. You have taken on so much. But, you are not a killer. There is a difference. It is who you are, someone unable to take a life.”

 

 

 

“I felt I could, though. When he was hurting you, I felt I could kill him. But, once he jumped out that window, was not threatening you anymore, then I could no longer do it.”

 

 

 

“Everyone will understand,” he soothed. “It is you who needs to begin to. Everything about this life is new to you. You will find your place in it and hopefully begin to cut yourself a little slack.”

 

 

 

He took my face in his hands then, and pressed his lips to mine for a gentle, lingering kiss, before he pulled back enough to say, “Follow me.”

 

 

 

We took off on a light run along another path. We stopped when we got to a spot of water with stone caves around it. A tiny patch of beach existed between the tree line and the water, maybe ten feet by ten feet if we were lucky. With the stones jutting out on both sides, it seemed to be a tiny tropical paradise.

 

 

 

“Nobody really comes here. The sand is only visible during low tide anyway. I discovered it when I was here and needed to get away, be alone with my thoughts. I have to have you, Christina. If anyone comes, I will hear them in plenty of time.”

 

 

 

When I nodded, his mouth fell to mine again. As his tongue stroked across the seam of my lips, I allowed him in. And, as his hands made short work of undressing us both, I let him. The wind picked up over the water, and sent a shiver through me as it hit my skin. As he came closer, pressing his hard body against mine, kissing my neck, I looked out through heavy lidded eyes at the waves crashing against the shore.

 

 

 

Not only were they the perfect background noise, added to the songs of the birds, but the perfect backdrop to his naked body. This moment, especially as he moved down to take an already hard nipple into his mouth, was perfect, his ass against the ocean as I looked down over him. I only hoped this moment was the start of a perfect ever after for us, as well.

 

 

 

He stopped, and stepped back. “Are you okay?”

 

 

 

“Yes. I’m more than okay. Just marveling at the perfection of this moment; to be with you here, in these surrounding, so beautiful, the sounds of nature, nothing could be more wonderful. Sadly, I got distracted in the wonder of it all.”

 

 

 

“No apologies. Not between us. You look amazing standing here. I wish I could take a picture, but I shall tuck one away in my memory.”

 

 

 

“Me, too,” I whispered, moving up on my tiptoes, pressing my body fully against his to kiss him.

 

 

 

“I love you, Christina,” he said, “now, lay back, I’ve made a little bed out of our clothing. We’ll shake it out afterwards.”