Alpha's Mate (Completed)

Chapter 29

Note: This will be the last chapter till 29th July. Im in French 11th till 29th. Have laptop with me, but probably dont have wifi.. well.. we'll see!

~Kimbriella POV~

I squint as I attempt to open my eyes, the sunlight streaming through a crack in the curtains that cover the window. I realize quickly that this is my last day with Ryker... possibly ever. Impulsively, I swing my leg over Ryker's chest, sprawling myself over him, and kiss him quickly on the neck. He wakes up almost immediately.

''Hmm?'' He groans, his morning voice making my stomach flutter a bit.

''C'mon, get up!'' I encourage him, tugging on his arm.

''Well, good morning.'' He grins, assessing the situation.

Crawling off him quickly, I smile over my shoulder at him. ''Let's gooo!''

''What's up with you?'' He chuckles, raising an eyebrow sexily.

''Is it so weird to want to spend time with you?'' I flutter my eyelashes.

''Yes.'' He crosses his arms.

''Too bad. Hurry up.'' I say impatiently.

''Fine, fine, I'm coming.''

''Brush your teeth.'' I encourage, literally shoving him toward the bathroom.

''But I didn't eat breakfast-''

''Neither did I. Get over it.'' I say bluntly, squeezing a bit of toothpaste onto my toothbrush.

''Umm... okay.'' He agrees, wisely. Once we finish, spitting into the sink and rinsing, I jump onto his back.

''Go forth!'' I yell for emphasis, smacking him on the butt, causing him to jerk forward.

''Where?'' He asks.

''Take me on a date!''

''What?''

''Yeah! We have two hours until our Alpha meeting thingy, lets go on a date.''

''How about we just hang out for now, and then the real date later?''

''Fine. What's your favorite movie?''

''I don't watch movies.''

I gape at him incredulously. ''What do you mean?''

''Alpha duties keep you busy.'' He shrugs.

''We are changing that. Right now. To the living room!''

''I don't want to go down the stairs with you on my back, what if I fell?''

''I don't want to walk.'' I pout, enjoying the feel of his toned shoulder and back muscles beneath me.

''I'll carry you.'' He offers.

''Yusss!'' I exclaim, hopping down. He scoops me up, a hand under my knees and one supporting my back, leaving me curled against his chest, bridal style. He starts down the stairs carefully, taking each step slowly. ''Can I feel your abssss?'' I giggle, poking his stomach.

''Are you drunk'' He peers at me closely.

''No, silly.'' I giggle again. ''So can I?''

He pauses our progress to think for a moment, then starts again. ''Once we reach the bottom. I don't want to get distracted and fall.'' He informs me, looking faintly embarrassed. A small smile graces my lips at this admission of my effect on him. It was nice to know that I even had some sort effect on him. ''Fine.'' I stick out my bottom lip, but recover quickly. ''Wanna know something?''

''I don't know.'' He eyes me warily.

''Well you're going to. Ryker is a very hot name, and it is very fitting.'' I poke his nose as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

''Did you just indirectly call me hot?'' He smirks.

''Depends. Stop moving.''

He halts, and I draw up his shirt, tracing patterns across his visible, defined six pack. He shivers lightly. ''Okay, continue. You have good abs, therefore you're hot.'' He moves again, rolling his eyes.

''Is that really how all females determine hotness?''

''Yes.'' I nod.

''Women.'' He scoffs, setting me on the couch and moving to a chair.

''Nooo. Sit with me.'' I beg, at the risk of sounding clingy.

''Seriously what's going on?'' He wonders aloud, but doesn't argue.

''Any thoughts?'' I ask, flipping down the list of movies.

''Not Maze Runner.'' He growls. I scrunch up my nose.

''Urgh. Fine. How about... OH MY GOODNESS YES THE PROPOSAL OKAY WE ARE WATCHING THIS!'' I click on it.

''What happened to asking for my opinion?'' He snickers.

''Well, this is sort of my favorite movie, like, ever, so we're watching it.''

''I never knew that about you.'' He admits, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

''Shut up and watch.'' I instruct him firmly, slapping away his hands while my eyes remain firmly fixed on the screen.

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''You know, I could draw so many parallels between this movie and our life.'' He says, eyes flickering to me. Our life. Those two words make me press a little closer to him, snuggling deeper into his chest. Our life. Two words would never sound better. And yet mystery man had to go and screw it over. On screen, Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock kiss, and Ryker wiggles his eyebrows.

''You idiot.'' I roll my eyes, inching closer.

''But you love me!''He sing-songs.

''Yeah. I do.'' I whisper quietly. His eyes go wide with shock, and to avoid the awkwardness, I kiss him. Somehow, this was different from other kisses. It was slower, yet somehow with all the passion of our fast-paced, hungry, desire-filled kisses. Breaking apart, he cups my face.

''Kimbriella-''

''Shh. Don't talk.'' I interrupt, kissing him fiercely. This is always a good distraction, and whatever he was going to say is lost between our kisses, which start and just don't stop. He puts slight pressure on my back, encouraging me closer. I oblige, moving onto his lap. Sitting, I'm closer to his height, and, able to reach it, I twine my fingers in his hair, slowly at first, then with a bit more force. His fingers dig a bit into my back as he moans into my mouth.

I giggle into the heated kiss as his hand move vengefully underneath my shirt. Intent on revenge, his hands move lightly up my back. The touch, ever so slight, not only tickles, but drives me crazy. I dig my fingernails gently into his back, my hands underneath his shirt as well. He laughs into the kiss, understanding my distress. I adjust my position in his lap, causing him to shift uncomfortably. It's my turn to giggle, and I tug on the waistband of his shorts, pulling him closer. I gasp quietly as he draws up my shirt, it coming over halfway up my back, but don't protest. He rucks it up higher, fingertips brushing lightly over my bra clasp...

''Holy crap!'' As masculine voice exclaims.