The Alpha's Den

Chapter Eight : Excruciating pain

I was on fire then I wasn't. My throat especially dry and on fire. I needed water. My bones felt like they were made of jelly and I was floating away but not in a good way. I open my eyes my eyes and squinted them shut whe the dim light attacked my eyes through the blinds. I sat up quickly and my head swam. What the hell had I taken last night? I groaned and open my eyes again and I gasped.

Where the fuck was I? This was absolutely not my room. The interior was maroon and black and it smelled of a the woods and earth. This definitely wasn't Aaron's room or Olivia's room. Speaking of olivia and Aaron where the hell were they? I didn't remember leaving the club with them. I don't remember leaving the club at all.

I remembered vaguely leaving the club and resting my head on a tree trunk them I had dreamt of being carried away two guys trying to rape me and then my rapists were torn apart by a big black dog. That had to be the most delusional dream. It absolutely had to be a dream because I was sitted in a comfortable bed and I didn't feel any discomfort between my legs.

I slipped the comfy duvet off of me and gasped as I covered myself back up. I was completely naked beneath the blanket. What the fuck had I done? Had I gone home with a man I didn't remember and had sex with him. My cheeks burnt with embarrassment. Why couldn't I remember anything? I moved the blanket away from my body slightly and slid my hand between my legs.

My hand came in contact with my center and it was not wet or have any evidence of sexual assault or sexual intercourse. I lifted my hand up and looked at my fingers to see whatever I expected to find. They were clean and I sighed in relieve.

"They didn't rape you" A deep voice filled the room and I hadn't noticed the door opening and now there stood a big guy.

The most gorgeous man I had ever laid my eyes on. His long shoulder length black hair was tied in a neat pony behind his head. His long beard and unshaven face complemented his hard features. His sharp black pupils were narrowed in in slits for whatever reason, his sharp sculpted jaw that could cut an apple was clenched, his brows were furrowed as he stared at me as if I was a lab rat under observation. His black slacks held loosely to his no doubt toned legs and his white t-shirts outlined his muscles and ridges. It looked like if he sneezed he'd be walking naked. There is no way I had come home with this gorgeous man last night.

I let out a startled scream and clutched the blanket close to me.

"Did we..." I wanted to ask whether I had come home with him last night but he cut me off.

"No. Absolutely not" He said quickly as if that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard and I almost felt embarrassed for thinking he'd take a person like me home considering how good he looked. "Besides if I fucked you you couldn't have to check for evidence" He finished in all seriousness and I gasped and looked at a particular spot on the wall.

Why were his words so brutal? And why was I turned on right at the moment as I sat naked under the blanket across from the most beautiful man have ever seen. His eyes seemed to look deep into my soul and I couldn't hold his gaze.

I couldn't help but feel insecure. Why didn't he fuck me? Was I that ugly? My cheeks burnt with embarrassment and hurt. Hurt. What the fuck was happening to me? Why was I feeling like shit suddenly because a stranger didn't fuck me. It's not like he could look in my direction if I hadn't magically ended up in his bed.

"I could have fucked you but I prefer my women awake when I fuck them"

He said again and I met his eyes in horror. Who says such stuff with a straight face? It was like he was  reading my mind and I couldn't help but feel warmth in my heart that he considered me on the level of the women that he had sexual relations with. He didn't look away and he held my gaze until I looked away. His intense black pools we're doing things to me and he was doing all that by standing a few feet from me.