Micah
When we got home, I helped a groggy Alistair onto the elevator, using my key to get us up to the apartment. The alpha had bled out more than he tried to lead me on with and I knew I would have to help him remove the bullet lodged into his chest and I. Would need to clean and stitch the wound.
I never thought I'd meet an alpha that would take a bullet for me, quite literally. I didn't know how I was so calm on my exterior but on the inside I was still freaking the fuck out. I had been pistol whipped, kidnapped, and used as bait to get Alistair to the warehouse. Then, I had witnessed Alistair get shot, and in turn he murdered two people.
I felt crazy.
Like, I'd wake up from this crazy dream. But then again, this crazy dream was reality.
When we got into the apartment I helped Alistair to the couch and helped him sit down on it. "Do you have a first aid kit or something?" I asked.
"Hmm." He hummed, leaning his head back against the couch. "There should be one in my bathroom. D'ya remember where it is?" He slurred.
"I do," I said quietly. I quickly ran to his bathroom as directed and began to tear it up to find the kit. Of course, it was in the last cabinet I looked through. Many other things covered it up, like his colognes and other products. I pulled it out and opened it, making sure I'd have what I needed to help Alistair out. I shuffled through the cabinet a little more and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and a few washcloths.
When I returned to the living room, Alistair managed to strip his shirt off. My eyes caught the bloody garments on the floor, and he had lost more blood than I initially thought, but I knew I needed to help him quickly to avoid losing more.
I sat down next to Alistair and pushed him back to relax so that I could help. His chest rose in even breaths, and he closed his eyes. With shaky hands I rummaged through the first aid kit and got the things I needed out of the bag and I began to work on him. I never really had to help someone like this, but I knew I was more than capable of it.
I disinfected everything and began to try and get the bullet that was lodged into Alistair's shoulder out. When I got ahold of the metal with the tweezers, I gently pulled it out of him and quickly put gauze over the wound with one hand, and I put the bullet down in the bowl that I had left on the table before going to work.
The bullet tinged when hitting the glass, and I turned back to Alistair who now had his eyes open.
"Do ya know how to stitch?" He asked.
"One of the things I did well at home-ec while in school, was sewing, so I think it's the same." I grabbed things out of the kit to do just that.
"But with flesh, if you don't know how, I can find one of my men to do it for me." He said.
"Speaking of, have you ever brought one of your men here?" I questioned him, motioning for him to hold the gauze down himself so I could prepare the needle.
He grunted. "'S not really safe for them to know exactly where I live. Gotta be careful with who knows, it's a life or death thing." He hissed when I began to sew him up.
"Aren't you supposed to trust them?" I raised my brow, pausing what I was doing to look him in the eyes.
"I love them, but I only trust them so much. If I let someone into my space I have the chance of them not having good intentions, or someone could get the information out of them through torture, much like what they were doing to you earlier." His voice cracked up at the last few words. "'M so sorry you got dragged into all of this..."
I stuck my tongue out in concentration, trying to let his words not affect me in the way I felt in the moment. I didn't know how to react, I didn't know if I should have felt either. I knew that Alistair couldn't control what others did, he could only control himself. I'd been affiliated with many characters before with what I did on my off hours from work. I shook my head to stop my thoughts and focus on the task at hand.
"Now I gotta move again." He grunted just as I snipped the thread. I cleaned the wound one more time before putting some antibiotic ointment on the wound and taped gauze to his shoulder. "Thank you."
"Why do you need to move again?" I asked.
"They know where I live," he replied.
"And you killed them."
"Who knows who they told." He sat up on the edge of the couch. He rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face with his hands. Alistair looked back at me. "In a way, now I feel you're always going to be in danger. If they were able to track you down..." He clenched his jaw.
"Then teach me to protect myself." I crossed my arms, trying to look confident with my stature. "I'm not a weak little omega, I've always taken care of myself, no matter the cost."
"The problem is that you shouldn't have to. I should have known better than to not give in to my wants." He swallowed. I leaned forward and cupped his face in one of my hands. His eyes softened, and they trailed down to my lips.
"What is it that you want?" I questioned.
He pulled his head from my hand and looked the other way shaking his head. I'd long forgiven him for the thing he did with that Andrew guy, even though that wasn't my business. Just like myself, he needed to get his rocks off.
"I want you." He replied, my heart stopped at the words and it made the world feel as if it were at a stand still.
"Oh?" I managed to say, breathlessly.
"I've wanted you for a long time now, I know I may have come on a bit strong. But there's just—" he closed his eyes for a few seconds. "There's just something about you that keeps me wanting you. There's something primal: I want to be your protector; I want to be your world."
I swallowed.
How do I respond to something like that? It was almost a confession of love in a way. Of course I didn't know if I felt that for him just yet. But I did know that I wanted his body out of instinct. I knew I wouldn't mind him protecting me.
"If you want me, then teach me to protect myself." I replied. "Then I can be all yours."
The sound that emitted from Alistair was animalistic, and I'd be lying if it didn't stir something inside of me. For the first time, he made a move.
He'd let me lead the way until those words were spoken. In one swift move he pinned me down on the couch with my arms above my head, his large hands stopped around my wrists made them feel dainty. It was as if neither of us had experienced what happened earlier in the night. Both of our pain was nothing compared to the sweet musky smell of our pheromones intertwining together.
He brought his face closer to mine, and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. His yellow eyes were almost black they had dilated so much. I could almost feel his heart beating against my chest. My body naturally reacted and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I could feel his hard on against my own. Slick began to drop out of my ass like fine honey, and Alistair's nostrils flared at the scent.
"What am I to do with you?" His hot breath brushed across my face.
He let my hands go and his hands began to roam my body, as if he were trying to remember every nook and cranny of it.
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as I enjoyed the way his hands caressed me gently.
"The moment I laid my eyes on you." His lips were centimeters from mine. "Was the moment I knew I wanted you as mine." He kissed me passionately. His lips massaged against mine, and it made our first kiss feel like a teenage romance. This kiss. It was for fucking, raw and passionate.
Somehow the alpha took down every wall I had built up in just a matter of a day.
"Then show me I'm yours." I moaned against his lips.
A/N: huehuehue
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