Raised Among Alphas

5 - First

Alora POV

I had been waiting for my mate for two years, and Kasthor two years more than me. As much as me and Thana wanted to wait to meet him, we both craved Kasthor's touch. The fire in his eyes, how he speaks to me, and how his face lights up when he sees me. He might not be my mate, but I love Kasthor, there's no doubt about it, and he loves me. 

How wrong could it be to allow our love a chance?

I had no good reason to stop myself, at least none that mattered at this precise moment. A fire burning through my blood had my breath shaking as I held Kasthor's face in my hands and stopped resisting. I finally succumbed to the magnetic pull his lips had on me and kissed him for the very first time. 

His warm lips found mine with a tender passion. He tasted like lime and salt, it shouldn't be a coincidence that's my favourite flavour in the world. Kasthor might not be my fated mate, but we are truly meant to be together even if it's not forever. I am sure of that.

Our kiss continued, spreading its passion throughout our bodies. My hands wanted to fuse with his skin, pulling him closer to me. My relentless legs tightened their grip around him, feeling his excitement increasing against his jeans. 

Kasthor carried me upstairs to his room between needy kisses and guilty giggles. 

The last time I was here was the night of my dad's passing ceremony, ten years ago.  Not one of my favourite nights, but definitely one of my best memories of Kasthor in my life. His room changed a lot ever since. His bed was now a king-size bed in a dark wooden frame with engraved tribal symbols. The walls were all decorated with handmade clay faces he had collected throughout his trips around the Desert. But more evident than the furniture or the decoration, was the way his delicious fresh scent was everywhere, overwhelming me.

Kasthor rested me down in the centre of his bed, where he climbed on top of me. With the movement, my dress lifted to my belly, and the only defence my skin had from his touch was a black cotton thong already wet from our heated kiss.

"I want you," Kasthor growled in my ear. I didn't think my underwear could get any more soaked, but hearing him only raised my need for him. He had my breathing shaking and my blood on fire. My body had a mind of its own right now, so I let my instincts take over.

Some kind of new energy took over me and I flipped us around, now me sitting on top of Kasthor, with my legs straddling him. I rubbed my hips on him up and down, feeling the hardness under his pants increase, if that was even possible. 

Kasthor's lips left mine as he kissed his way down my neck. His breath on my neck took me to a dark place in my mind, where I hid my deepest desires. It was almost as if I was here enjoying every sensation, but with an entirely different persona controlling my actions. 

I don't care about waiting, and I don't care about being a virgin for my mate. All I want is to feel Kasthor inside me.

"Are you sure about this?" Kasthor asked me as I miserably tried to unbuckle his belt.

"I want you." I looked at him straight in his eyes, confident and in need.

He stood up from the bed bringing me with him and took off his clothes. I have seen him naked several times only briefly whenever we shifted, but those memories can't compare to this. His tall body is perfectly sculpted. Toned muscles covered his skinny yet strong complexion. His chest was breathing heavily, and the excitement of his rigid member showed his full size. It wasn't until he got close to me that I started to feel nervous.