Alpha's Fallen Angel

Chapter 35-Amara

Me and Roman have very different definitions of what a cottage is. This looked like a fairy godmother's mansion. It was beautiful, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't a cottage. It was a gorgeous light stone house, it did have that cottage feel to it with its triangle shaped entrance, but it was...exquisite. I could see the garden wrapping around the entire house, stopping only at the porch. Different kinds of trees surrounded the property, but my favorite was the willow tree in the front yard. The porch was adorned in different plants, some hanging, some potted on the ground, and others from the garden that grew onto the porch. I must have looked starstruck because Roman laughed before he scooped me up again, and walked towards the front door.

"This was my mom's house originally before she moved into the packhouse. She loved gardening, I always thought maybe she was part witch. After she died, I had one of my earth witches, Paloma, come and help out with bringing the garden back to life. I don't have much of a green thumb, so the gardeners now keep up with it, although they don't have to do much because of Paloma's powers." he says to me as he opens the front door.

"I don't have a green thumb either, in fact I kill any plant I bring into the house. But I still love the way they look and the life they bring to a room or house." I respond as I jump to my feet and look around. I can tell only the outside has been updated, the kitchen looks older, but loved. I imagine a young Roman's mom sitting on the kitchen bar stools, waiting for breakfast as a child. The living room has a sectional and a flat screen but the older floral wallpaper and light pink carpet are a giveaway to its age. I walk towards the sectional, it would be nice to watch a movie or something while we snuggle.

"What was your mothers name?" I ask him, I can see pictures of a small girl on the living room wall, school pictures that start with a young child with bright blue eyes, like Roman's, that then graduate to a beautiful tan woman with brunette hair, too long to capture in the picture, a small button nose and sharp cheekbones.

"Darcy. She was an only child, and my grandparents adored her. You'll find pictures of her all throughout the house, they both died about a year before she did. My father never rented out their house, and I've kept everything the same other than a few upgrades for general comfort here and there." he says

"She was beautiful" I murmured, looking at one of her pictures on the coffee table right by the sectional.

"That she was," he says.

I imagine my own birth mother, I wonder what she looked like? I wonder if I looked like her? What was her personality like, her likes and dislikes? I close my eyes, feeling my heart squeeze. I would never know her, she gave her life for me and I didn't even have a picture of her to look at. Roman grabs me and pulls me down to the couch with him. Not expecting it, I let out a yelp as I crashed into his hard chest.

"Lets watch a movie" I say, diverting my thoughts. Grabbing the remote, I open netflix and start to scroll through my options. I grin when I land on Titanic, and press play

"No! Anything but this" Roman groans while I stifle a laugh

"Too bad! I said I would make you watch it, and now I'm doing just that." I say laughing.

We watch the movie, Roman occasionally grumbling about how dumb it is, but I just laugh. I'm hardly even paying attention anyways, I'm more focused on the sparks that dance across my skin and how mouthwatering he smells. About halfway through the movie, he starts grinding himself against me. I try to stop him and tell him to watch the movie but I can't deny I want him. His hand slides between my legs and starts rubbing against my pussy and I lose all my senses, only focusing on him.

He growls when he smells my arousal and flips me over, my back hits the couch and his lips are on mine. His hands are teasing the waistline of my leggings, but he doesn't pull them down. Instead, they travel under my shirt up to my breasts. I breathe heavily as they travel back down and he finally pulls my pants down. He gets off the couch and kneels before me, pulling me to the edge and spreading my legs so I'm bared to him.