Loving The Alpha

Prologue--Unedited

Her heart was beating against her chest. He had her hands above her head and instead of terrifying her, it sent a pleasure feeling to her core. His breathing was ragged and his blue electrifying eyes bore into her. He narrowed his stare and slowly and tormentingly leaned in.

His manly cologne was mixed with Jack Daniels and cigarettes. Camille swallowed hard, she didn't know this man at all, just looking at him terrified her. He was tall, muscled and carried himself with some sort of power. His deep blue eyes caught hers the moment he came into the club.

Camille thought that if Simba from the lion king was real, he would be it. He had long dirty blonde hair, that reached just a little over shoulder blades. He had a strong and exquisite physique that could make any girl cream in her panties. She wondered how was his jaw, was it square or was it chiseled? She didn't know, as it was hidden under his beard.

Camille has never been into men that had it but for some reason, she loved it in him. Just the thought of his raspy beard touching her soft and fair skin, made her shook with desire. Then his eyes, good grief his eyes! Those deep sea blue eyes made her want to be a tiny human and swim in his gorgeous eyes. She couldn't help it, but every time he looked at her feel as if he could see inside her soul.

What was also impressive of this man was his height, he had to be at least 6'7, making him look even more intimidating and powerful. From all the men that she's ever met, he had to be by far the tallest one she's ever met. She looked like little kid compared to him. Which shouldn't be surprising as she barely reached 5 foot and three inches.

She was pulled out of her thoughts as the man-devil as Camille called him, spoke.
"Little mate, what do you think you were doing out there?" He asked huskily but with a hint of anger in his voice.

Camille swallowed hard and hold back a moan as he started to drop open mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder.

"I... I... I don't know... what... what.... you mean." She finally stuttered out.

"Tsk... tsk... little mate. You know exactly what I mean. Why did you let those men see what's clearly mine, mate." He said sounding a little more demanding and angrier than before.

Camille didn't know if it was the alcohol she had consumed earlier, or if it was her fear, that made her think that he sounded a little in between of human and animal. However, all thoughts were thrown out as he claimed again that she was his.

Camille knew that she should fell offended, because he had practically called her his property. But truth was she couldn't, his anger and desire cause a little euphoria within her. However, she fought the attraction she felt for the man. She fought back that feeling and pretended to be offended by his statement.

"Look I don't know who you are, and I don't care. You're not my boyfriend nor my father to prohibit me from anything. This is my job and if you would please let me go, I would greatly appreciate it." Camille said sounding more braver than she felt.

A growl erupted from the man's throat and Camille's heart started to beat faster. Clearly this man was no ordinary man and it scared Camille. The man suddenly pulled back, Camille looked at him and she swore she could his eyes glowing. The man was clearly annoyed by her statement and tightened his hold on her, not enough to leave a bruise.

"You're mine mate and I'll be damned if I let others see what's mine!" The man roared possessively, and before Camille could say anything else, he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was hot and heavy, one of his hands started to trail down her body, until he reached the hem of her black dress. He slowly and torturously ran his fingers against her thighs, and slowly lifted her dress. A gasp left her mouth as he reached her most intimate part, that's where he took his advantage and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.

As inexperienced as Camille was, she held her own battle against his tongue. She was so into the kiss that she hadn't noticed that he had Slipped his fingers inside her panties. She was going to fight him off, until one of his fingers parted her soft and creamy lips. He started to rub slowly against her rosebud, making her shake with desire.

She pulled away from him and let the moan that earlier had threatened to escape, out. His strokes against her core were slow and meticulous, making her body grow with need and crave for his touch. She let her head fall back and moaned at the pleasure. Her breaths were coming out uneven and hard.

A bubble of something was building up inside of her and she didn't know what it was. It scared her but at the same time made her want more. Without even knowing her body had reacted, her left leg was lifted and wrapped around the man's waist. Unknowingly, her hands started to roam and touched her breasts. She didn't even know he had let go of her until now.

She licked her lips, "Please." She begged him, not even sure why or for what.

"What do you want little mate?" He asked her huskily.

She shook her head as if she didn't know what. "I don't know, I just need to..." She trailed off as moaned as he added two more fingers inside of her.

She whimpered and moaned, until she knew that something was about to burst. As if he knew, he started to go faster, his fingers rubbing and going in and out of her.

"Let go little mate, let go for me." Let go? Let go of what she thought? As if someone else had taken over her she pulled the top of her dress off, altogether with her bra.
Her nipples instantly hardening as the cold air hit them. Maybe she was still in a haze with this but she swore she heard him growl again. He promptly lift her off the floor, and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist.

He kept rubbing and thrusting his fingers into her, she moaned louder and louder as she couldn't take the pleasure anymore. Her body was in over drive and her head was long gone to pleasure town. He kissed her once again and trailed open mouthed kisses against her neck and chest. She grabbed his hair and urgently moved his head in the place where she wanted him.

Without hesitance the man moved his head and took her rosy hard nipple into his mouth.

"Oh god yes!" She cried out in pleasure and that's where she couldn't take it anymore. The bubble that was slowly blowing inside her tummy finally burst and her body started to shake. As her pleasure kept going, she didn't stop riding his hand. Camille kept going and going, until she felt the bubble again. This time she came faster and ride out for the second time her orgasm.