His Alpha [bxm]

4

"Ooh! Ah...it feels...g-good..." I arched my back, pushing my ass higher so he could hit that special spot his father mentioned. "M-more... Give me more!" I gripped the bed sheets, mouth hanging open as moans forced their way out and filled the room.

"You like that?" William asked.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder, meeting his mischievous gaze. "I'd like it if you went harder," I replied. William obeyed, inciting an even louder moan from me. "Faster...faster...oh god, faster! Yes! Right there! Mmm...mmm...more! More, Master! Master! Oh, yes! Scratch me harder! Yes! Yes!"

William chuckled, scratching the base of my spine just as his father had instructed. Mr. Lewis was standing off to the side, cheeks completely flushed as he supervised his son's training.

"I feel like I'm watching the weirdest porno ever," he sighed. "Do you have to moan louder every time he scratches you?"

I nodded. "I can't help it! It feels so good..."

Mr. Lewis sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I guess that's why they call it a 'sweet spot'."

William leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Ignore him. I love it when you moan."

I moaned purposely this time, earning a wide grin in return. Mr. Lewis merely shook his head,looking exasperated.

"I don't understand you, Miguel," he said honestly. "I always thought alphas were the ones to dominate, but you seem more submissive. Especially when you're with Will..."

I scowled, feeling my alpha pride get stepped on. "I can be dominating when I want to," I defended. "If you saw me with my pack, you'd know right away that I was next in line to be alpha!" After I said that, I realized how much I missed my family. My pack... They must be searching for me.

William stopped scratching. He grabbed my arm and flipped me over, looking concerned. "Miguel? Do you miss them?" he asked.

I nodded, feeling my eyes begin to water. "I do."

"Do you want to return to them?"

I looked up, feeling my heart ache. I should have wanted to, but I didn't. Not unless I could be with William, but I wasn't sure how my vampire mate would take to becoming the luna to a pack of werewolves. It wasn't a title often given to males, but it was considered honorable, nonetheless.

"I want to be with you," I answered honestly. "I'm happy here, even if I'm a slave."

William's smile dropped. His eyes saddened and he shook his head, saying, "You're not a slave."

"A pet?" I queried.

William shook his head again. "No, not a pet. Want to know what you are?"

I nodded. William leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.

"You're my mate."

When the kiss broke, I couldn't stop myself from staring into his eyes. They were a pretty color, the color of fresh blood and rubies. His eyes sparkled in adoration and I loved every bit of it. I loved every bit of him.

"I like you," I rushed out, surprised by my sudden outburst.

William's smile widened. "I like you, too."

Mr. Lewis cleared his throat, drawing our attention. "I hate to break up a beautiful moment, but I think it's time we progress to our next lesson."

William and I both nodded, and I pulled my shirt down over my stomach. It was a plain white shirt, soft and a couple sizes too big, but it made for a good lounge shirt. For pants, Mr. Lewis had given me his gray sweatpants to borrow. They were a size too big, but still comfortable.

"Okay, our next lesson will be on werewolf heats and ruts, and their affects on the body. Miguel, I assume you already know everything about this?"

I nodded.

"Good. William, do you know what causes a heat or rut?"

"Finding their mates?"

"Correct! Now, what's the difference between the two?"

"Omegas and females experience heats, while males--except omega males, go into ruts," he answered.

"Very good, Will! Now you, Miguel. What happens if a mate refuses to consumate the pairing?"

"They both grow depressed, sick and...die of sorrow."

Mr. Lewis nodded. "That is correct. Will, what is one thing you like about Miguel?"

William looked stunned by his father's question, but answered anyway. "I really like his eyes. And his smile. And the way he blushes when he's near me."

"That's a list, son."

"Oh. Sorry."

Mr. Lewis chuckled. "No need to be sorry. Now you, Miguel. What is one thing you like about Will?"

"Just one?" I asked, earning a nod in return. "Well...I really love the warmth I feel when he holds me."

William's cheeks turned a bright pink. Mr. Lewis' smile widened.

"That's a very good answer. Do you guys understand this lesson now?"

William and I exchanged looks, and we both nodded.

"I think we do," I answered for the two of us.

"You need to take care of each other, be there for the other through thick and thin. Do you accept the responsibility that comes with having a mate?" he asked William, whom nodded in return. "Then I have no choice but to allow you guys to be together. If you're ready, you can consumate the mating. Just...wait until I've left the house, okay?"

William and I both laughed, but Mr. Lewis remained serious. The room fell into silence, and I turned to meet Will's eyes. Was I really ready for this? If Will wanted to be on top, would me being an alpha ruin that for him? Would I never be able to recieve him, just because of my alpha pride? Questions stormed my head and my mood dampened. Will seemed to be having similar thoughts, because he was looking at me with a look of concern in his eyes.

Was sex going to be the wall between us, keeping us from being together?

Mr. Lewis left the room. William took my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "If you don't feel comfortable being on the bottom, I can try to take the role," he offered, but I saw the dislike in his eyes. William wasn't one to do something like that, and it was becoming more and more clear that he'd never feel comfortable being on the recieving end.

I quickly shook my head. "No, I'm fine. I want to do it," I assured him, but even I didn't believe myself.