Alpha's Mate And Desire

3...Mate hand...

"Hello, P"

The mischievous smirk that graced Barry's face as he greeted me brought back some crazy, sexual memories. I bit my lips softly as I saw really quick flashes of the memories.

Hearing his deep voice again after so many years, that voice which had whispered countless naughty words to me in the past, makes me wanna start sweating even in the cold Christmas weather.

"Barry" I called his name coldly, my eyes locking with his green ones.

"Pixie" he responded, that annoying smirk still playing on his lips.

He confidently dipped his hand into his fitted black jeans, drawing my attention to the silver wrist chains adorning his strong, masculine wrist and I realized some things just never change. He still rocks the all-black attire like a devil and still has a thing for chains.

"Good to see you after all these years" I said with sarcastically I hoped he would catch the heavy sarcasm in my sentence. "Your sudden appearance really shows how much you care about me" I added, locking eyes with him in a way to dare him to respond.

With parted lips and slightly narrowed eyes, he stared back, speechless, before closing his mouth.

My nana looked between us and I think she was able to sense the growing tension between "Come on, let's go inside" She said.

I turned abruptly and started to wall away, making sure I created distance between Barry and I. The last thing I wanted was to walk side by side with him.

As soon as Barry and Pete walked into the building, my cousins and the other ladies went absolutely crazy, screaming their heads off. I swear, my poor ears almost burst!

"Here we go," I muttered under my breath as the screaming continued. It's always like this whenever they show up. I mean, they've got that Alpha blood running through their veins, and one of them is gonna be the Alpha king soon, so naturally, girls go crazy for them.

A few minutes later, we all gathered in the dining room, ready to eat. There was this one seat that was obviously reserved for me. If I took it, Pete would be on my left side, and you wanna guess who would be on my right? Yeah, Barry himself. And for that very reason, I was not about to sit there. I'd rather just sit next to one of those wicked stepmothers from those Cinderella novels than sit with the wicked daddy himself, Barry.

"Pixie, we're all waiting for you to take your seat" my nana said calmly, noticing my hesitation.

I let out a big sigh and reluctantly plopped myself down in the seat.

"Let us join hands for the love and prayer before eating" My nana said with a big smile.

I glanced to my left and saw Pete, no problem there. But when I looked to my right, there was Barry, and boy, that was a whole different story.

"This prayer is gonna take hours!" one of my cousins whispered and my nana's werewolf hearing caught her words and threw her a glare.

Just as the prayer started, Pete reached out and held my hand. His touch was as smooth and comforting as ever. But then, out of nowhere, I felt Barry's fingers lightly brush against mine like he wanted to hold my hand but was hesitating. The familiar feeling of his fingers touching mine made me swallow.

Barry's finger made another contact with mine, and still didn't fully hold my hand. I sighed silently. Flashes of memories came to my head. It is of our naughty past of when his fingers sensually skimmed up my legs, all the way to my thighs. Oh Goddess, I almost melted into liquid that day.

The things Barry did to me with his fingers, the way he touched my body... Goddess help me and forgive me, they were naughty, bad, and happened more times than I could count.

I could presently feel his intense gaze on me, piercing through my body. I bit my lip hard, determined not to look at him.