Kidnapped Alpha Mate

Chapter 18- Can't Always Get Whatchu Want

Em's P.O.V.

The sun poured its warm rays onto my face, coaxing me awake. I gradually opened my eyes and sat up, stretching my limbs, only to feel a hand grip my waist. I froze in place, then cautiously turned to my left, discovering Jackson peacefully asleep beside me.

I took a moment to truly observe him. His tousled brown hair framed his face, and his strong jawline appeared relaxed, with his mouth slightly ajar.

As my gaze drifted downward, I noticed he was shirtless, revealing a hint of his chiseled six-pack that looked almost irresistible.

"Enjoying the view?" His voice startled me, but I did my best to mask my surprise.

I raised an eyebrow and said, "I've seen better," as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.

He let out a low, primal growl, but surprisingly, it didn't bother me at all.

With a sigh, I asked, "What are you doing in my room? I clearly remember going to bed by myself." I put extra emphasis on 'myself.'

He let out a soft chuckle as he got to his feet. "I came in to check on you, but you were asleep. Then I thought to myself, 'Hmm, she looks lonely; I'll keep her company.' So, that's exactly what I did," he replied nonchalantly while stretching.

I stared at him, wide-eyed. "Let me clear things up: just because I'm your mate doesn't give you the right to sneak into my room like some kind of creep."

His eyes darkened, and he stepped closer to me. I stood my ground. "Listen here, mate. We are your Alpha! That means we can do and take whatever we want! If we want to sleep in your room, we will. If we want you, we will have you. You need to understand that you belong to us, and we can and will do anything we desire!" By this point, I recognized it was his wolf that is speaking.

A mischievous idea crossed my mind, and I smirked. "Is that so?" I replied, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

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*30 minutes later*

Once I finished showering and brushing my teeth, I noticed the abundance of items in the bathroom and realized I had been in his room. I wrapped myself in a soft, white towel.

It was time to set my plan in motion, I thought.

Aware that Jackson was still in the room, I stepped out cautiously. I made my way to the desk where the mirror and my mall purchases were placed. Sitting down, I applied some basic makeup while still wrapped in my towel. In the mirror, I caught a glimpse of Jackson on the bed, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes darkening.

After finishing my makeup, basic mascara and eyeliner, I approached the dresser to grab a set of black lace underwear that I bought. I stole a quick glance at Jackson before heading into the mini walk-in closet to change.

When I emerged, I was dressed in short shorts and a tank top, ready to head out the door. Suddenly, he pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head.

"Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" Jackson asked, his hands gliding teasingly along my sides.

I brushed off the shivers and replied, "To grab some breakfast, obviously."

"Not like that, you're not."

"And are you really going to stop me? The big, bad Alpha?" I said, emphasizing each word with a playful seduction.

He let out a low growl before kissing me fiercely. With a swift motion, he lifted my hands, pressing me against the wall with his body. His hands gripped my backside, eliciting a soft moan from me. He guided us to the bed throwing me down, looming over me, but I quickly flipped us over, straddling him, which made him growl in response, a sound that brought a smirk to my lips.

He traced his tongue along my lip, seeking entry. I denied him, prompting him to nip at my bottom lip before slipping his tongue into my mouth. We engaged in a playful battle for dominance until I finally relented, and he growled in satisfaction.

I pulled him closer, feeling his arousal press against my thigh, which made me moan once more, causing his growl to deepen.

Feeling mischievous, I decided to pull away, and he growled in discontent.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "You can't have it all."

With that, I sprang to my feet and dashed out the door, descending the stairs. The sound of his frustrated growl echoed behind me, and it only made my grin grow wider.

As I entered the kitchen, I found Miller, Michael, and Sam gathered around the table. They turned their attention to me as I walked in.

"What happened? Where's Jackson?" Michael inquired while I poured myself a glass of orange juice and took a seat with them.

"Let's just say that they think they can beat me, then they realized I can take control just like that," I said, snapping my fingers for emphasis. "Now they're in for a long, cold shower." Their faces lit up, and they erupted into laughter.

I couldn't help but think about how furious he was going to be.