The Alpha's Rebel

Chapter 33

The first night they're all here, it consists of the usual shenanigans. We get drunk, play Jack Box on Maddox's Xbox, and fuck around. I forget about the threat of the hunter, and everything feels normal again.

The next morning, in the wake of a slight hangover, it all comes rushing back. I don't open my eyes as I become conscious, and instead reach for Maddox. I find his bare chest under my hand and move closer so every part of our bodies are pressed together. His arm snakes under my body and pulls me close, and I burrow my face into his neck and inhale his scent.

"I love you," I mumble, my lips moving against his skin. A small shiver runs through his body that can only be caused by that.

Maddox tightens his arms around my body, and he lightly kisses the top of my head, "I love you too."

My smile is hidden, but he felt my lips curve upward against his neck. I hear a small growl of content escape him, and my smile impossibly grows. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

"I do too," he replies. "I would be perfectly content for the rest of my life."

An idea pops into my mind, and I say, "Perfectly content doing just this?" I pop my head up to smirk at him, and he catches my drift.

In response, he smirks, "Amongst other things," and suddenly I'm flipped onto my back with my mate hovering over me. All it takes for him to bring his lips to mine is for me to cock an eyebrow to match the smirk I'm wearing. I've already discovered that this single look is enough to practically bring Maddox to his knees. 

I bring my legs around his waist to pull him closer, feeling his dick harden against my bare skin. "How quick can you be?" I whisper against his lips. "I have to get up and make breakfast soon."

"Let's find out," he smirks, and he slides himself into me without any warning. I whimper against his lips, not expecting the roughness, but nonetheless respond with the same force. 

Ten minutes later, legs still shaking from the orgasm, I slide Maddox's shirt from yesterday over my head and slip into underwear and athletic shorts. The shirt comes down to just below where the shorts do, so it looks like I'm not wearing any pants. Maddox lies naked on the bed, hands behind his head as he watches me dress myself. "As sexy as you look in my shirt," he comments, "I have to say that you look a hell of a lot better without it."

"And as tempting as it is to stay in bed with you for eternity," I respond, meeting his smoldering gaze with my own, "We both have work to get done." I pull a pair of black boxer briefs out of the dresser and throw them in the direction of the bed, then head into the closet to pull out a t-shirt and shorts for him. When I re-enter the bedroom with clothes in hand, Maddox is sitting on the edge of the bed with the briefs already on. I fight the urge to pout.

I set the clothes on the bed next to him, and the action of moving between his legs as his arms circle around me is instinct. I nuzzle my nose on his neck and wrap my own arms around his abdomen. I trickle light kisses along his neck and collarbone, not anticipating his fingers to tickle me sides. I shriek, my hands flying out from around him and grabbing onto his wrists.

"Maddox!" I giggle, his fingers still tickling me as I try to pull them away. To distract him, I lean forward and press my lips to his once more, smooshing my nose against his. The tickling immediately subsides and is replaced with arms tightly wound around my lower back. Once my arms fall back around his neck, Maddox freely lifts my body so I'm straddling him with my knees on the bed.

"Maddox, we can't," I moan, but I don't do anything to stop it. His hands slid up my bare thighs to cup my ass, the tingling sensation not doing anything to make stopping easier.