Alpha's Mate (Completed)

Chapter 26

~Kimbriella POV~

Goosebumps explode where he touches, making me shiver. And then I pull away.''You can't just kiss me every time we start arguing.'' I huff.

''Why not?'' He smirks, which if I haven't mentioned before, is the sexiest facial expression ever. And he proceeds to kiss me again. This is even more feverish with intensity, our mouths clashing. Placing both hands on my butt, he heaves me up. Somehow knowing exactly what to do, I jump with him, hooking my legs around his waist. I become a bit concerned about being heavy, but Ryker wasn't even noticing. Now we were the same height, and I, loving this, run my fingers through his soft, dark brown hair, tugging gently. His fingertips tighten on my hipbones, and the increased pressure let me know that he was enjoying that, very much. And then Elison walks in.

''Ryker? We were going to talk... oh, gosh. Mayby I should come back later.'' Ryker turns to address him, a bit breathless. I notice with satisfaction that he has to clear his throat before replying.

''You. Have. The. WORST timing.''

''I can come back...''

''No. It's alright. We can talk.'' He didn't seem at all concerned that he was still holding me up, and he continues to do it with ease. Feeling a bit playful, I lean my head close to his and press a few soft, slow, feather light kisses to the side of his face. He glares at me a bit out of the corner of his eye.

''Um, so about that meeting tomorrow, Kimbriella's coming, correct?''

I move my kisses down slowly, searching every inch of his neck.

''R-right.'' He confirms shakily, moving his neck slightly to try and keep it out of my reach.

''You'll have to meet him, go into his territory.''

''I continue this process, extending my own neck to get closer. He exhales slowly through his nose.

''Okay.''

I brush my lips, barely touching, over one spot, and he gives a small, barely audible gasp. Bingo. I bide my time until he's going to speak again.

''So you'll head over there tomorrow at then? Everything's okay by you?''

Ryker opens his mouth to reply, and I spring into action, gently nipping the soft spot on his neck. Instead of his answer, a moan comes out, a sexy, low sound that surprises Elison and makes me wants to burst out laughing, or mate with him. Either way, mission accomplished. Giggling lightly, I sit up straight.

''Yes, everything's fine.'' He mutters, face flushing red. Elison barely manages to conceal his smile, his lips twitching up at the corners.

''I'm just going then.'' He excuses himself. and backs down the hallway. Now I can really let out my laughter. I crack up, burying my head into Ryker's chest, sides heaving.

''Kimbriella! Not funny!'' He hisses, still blushing.

''Actually, it was pretty hysterical.'' I chuckle. ''And you're blushing, which makes it even better.''

He turns his face.

''I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.'' I say, still laughing.

''None of the people in this pack will respect me if I moan when I talk to them!'' He shakes his head. ''And Elison will never let me forget that.'' Finally realizing that my legs are still locked around his waist, he pries me loose and sets me down. ''You are a devious girl.'' He murmurs.

''It required some evil genius.'' I admit, beaming.

''There will be payback. You know that right?''

I scoff at him. ''We shall see.''

''It is so on.''

''Like Donkey Kong.'' I agree. He laughs, a surprised sound. ''Weirdo.''

''You love me.''

''Talk nerdy to me, baby.'' He smiles seductively.

''Shut up.'' I roll my eyes, smacking his chest.

''Excuse me, I have to go plan my payback.'' He grins, exiting the kitchen.

''I'm soooo afraid.'' I call sarcastically down the hallway.

''You should be!'' He yells back.

''Do your worst!'' I challenge.

''Oh, I will.'' He promises, jogging up the stairs. Since I have nothing better to do, I go and take a shower, bringing an outfit from my suitcase, as well as my radio. It's a habit of mine to listen to music during showers. I shut the door and strip, turning the volume up, and then the warm water. Stepping in, I relax. Suddenly, one of my favorite songs comes on. The urge to sing is just too strong.

'' If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyoncé, we could rock the nation like they do. And if I was Da Vinci, you'd be Mona Lisa, paint a smile perfectly on you. And If I was James Dean, you could be my Audrey, breakfast at Tiffany's for two. So throw me away, 'cause if were a boomerang, I'd turn around and come back to you, back back to youuuu, youuuu, yeah, yeah. Youuuu, youuuu, yeah yeah.''

Straining my voice to reach for the high notes, I am barely able to detect the creaking of the door opening. I pause my singing to listen more closely. ''Is someone there?'' Brushing it off, I resume singing. That is, untill I hear the sound of the door shutting. And I know I'm not imagining that. Shutting off the water hrriedly, I grab the towel off the floor where I left it, drying myself off quickly.

I reach out for my clothes. Except my fingers don't touch anything. I look up, certain I'd missed them. Nope. Not an article of clothing to be seen. With a firm tug, I rip the cord of the radio of the wall, cutting of the song. There could only be one culprit. ''RYKER JARED ALDAINE YOU ARE IN SUCH HOT WATER, MISTER!'' Wrapping the towel tightly around me, I walk back to my room. After all, it wasn't that big of a deal, I had a whole closet full of things, and extras in my suitcases.

I shove the closet door aside. Only empty hangers greet me, and even my suitcases are missing. ''You have GOT to be KIDDING me!'' I hiss under my breath. Slamming the door, I march out of my room and into Ryker's, hoping to confront him. Except he's missing. Deciding it would be a bad idea to rampage around the pack house wearing nothing but a towel. I dig through his drawers.

Grabbing a casual, baggy white t-shirt and a dark gray pair of his boxer, I slip them on and go.... in search for Ryker.