Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter 7

The bathroom door squeaked as I opened it, holding the towel around my nude body. I stepped into his room and noticed it was darker. The black-out curtains were pulled, now covering the glass door, while minimal light emitted from the television hanging on the wall.

"Scarlett!" Draven jumped up from the bed like I had just terrorized him with my presence. He darted over to his closet and came out with a brown t-shirt, throwing it over his shoulder to dig through his top dresser drawer. I watched him grab black boxers then approach me, holding out both items.

I'm wearing... that?

I released the towel and felt it fall to my feet, reaching out to grab the clothes in his hand that immediately fell after the towel. My eyes followed the clothing to the floor and I frowned, lifting my line of sight up to his.

Really?

His eyes were wide and glued to my face. Every inch of his body was rigid, including the several inches sitting behind the drawstrings of his freshly changed shorts.

So he does want this...

Then why hasn't he just taken it?

I grabbed hands and put them on my collar, sliding them down to my breasts. He ripped away the second his palms brushed over my nipples.

"Scarlett, I have utmost respect for you, and touching you in restricted areas feels so violating and disrespectful," he physically strained to say, running his hands over his face and through his hair.

Since when does any of that matter?

His words triggered something in me and I grabbed his forearms, sluggishly pulling them away from his face. He stared, panic written over his features and astonishment consumed mine.

An Alpha afraid of sexual contact? All the others were so eager to dominate me. Does he really hold me to such a high standpoint? Is this what it feels like to be valued?

My face suddenly flushed and an odd tickle rippled down my spine, causing me to take a thoughtless step closer. Something about him called to me in ways I couldn't understand.

What is this feeling?

Why do I let it take over my every thought and action?

Why am I obsessed with it?

My hands loosened around his arms and moved up to his face, lightly grabbing his jaw. My sense was nowhere to be found.

My mind's telling me no, but my heart's telling me yes.

His eyes flickered to my lips and I lightly grazed my thumb along the corner of his, making my own heart race with a searing heat.

Just this once...

Bringing him down, I connected our lips. Fireworks went off inside me at the contact. The gentle pressure of our lips against one another intensified the strange feelings and I felt unable to pull myself back from the ledge.

He responded by grabbing my waist and pressing our bodies together. I deepened the kiss, moving slow to allow him to keep up. My hands ran over his chest, resting on his bare pecks. The skin on skin contact frightened me, but I didn't want to stop.

His hands began gliding over my hips, scooping me off my feet and carrying me to his bed. I squirmed in his grasp, disliking the limited motion and extreme vulnerability I had at his unexpected control. Although, he took me by surprise when he gently laid me on the blankets, hovering over my body with his.

Could he have drugged me?

Is that what I'm feeling?

Is that why my judgement's so clouded?