A Queen of Alphas - Season 1

S1 10 - Dante

It had taken Scarlett ten minutes to get cleaned up and close the bar before she stepped out through the back again. Alone in the alley, he had had a chance to cool down and now could feel the magic that maybe she wasn't able to feel. His desire for her was still there, and he would likely avail himself of it as soon as they got through the door, but it didn't feel like life or death anymore.

They walked quietly through the night, the streets cold and deserted.

'You're making this awkward,' she said. 'You're too quiet.'

'Sorry. It's just... I didn't want it to happen like that, in an alley and all. I'd hoped it'd be more, well, romantic, I suppose.'

'Please tell me that wasn't your first time,' Scarlett said, trying to look into his face.

Dante laughed, blushing. No, of course it wasn't, but it's not like he had a world of experience. He had only ever had two partners, and it's not like they had had a lot of instances either.

'I mean, it's fine if it is, but...'

'No, no,' Dante rushed to deny it. 'I guess the claim is meant to be special between bonded mates, not something you rush into in an alley.'

'Sorry it didn't meet your expectations,' she said coldly.

'Did it meet yours?' he asked, curious, as he reached for her hand. As soon as his fingers touched hers, she pulled her hand away, not harshly. He dropped his hand back to his side and then slid them in his pockets.

'I didn't have any expectations, but that was a pretty amazing orgasm to start with. I thought it was hot.'

'Yeah, it was hot,' he said, smiling to himself.

It was late when they got home and even later when he slipped into bed. He had fantasized the whole way there about having her again, in bed this time, slowly, savouring every moment, but she disappeared into the shower first and went to bed, and by the time he joined her, she was asleep. He slipped next to her. The side of her face was swollen, but she refused to put ice on it. He still couldn't believe he had let that guy live. It was stupid and not only because of what he had done to her, though she had handled the situation very well. She wasn't lying when she said she could defend herself.

No, the stupid part was that this guy would likely tell someone about him. That means his time here was limited. As he rested his head on his hand and watched her sleep, he already felt the painful reality that would be their future. He would return to the clan and take whatever punishment they dealt him, and she would remain here, hopefully safe, but forever separated from him. For her sake, he hoped being human would mean the separation would be easier on her, but if her arousal before they claimed each other was anything to go by, it might not be any less painful than it would be for him. As he rested his head on the pillow, he couldn't help but wonder why had this happened to them.

Dante woke up hard, and while it was a common occurrence, what was unusual was the ass rubbing against his cock. His limited experience had never extended to spending entire nights together, but he wasn't sure it would have led to this level of perfect awakening. He slipped his hand around her waist, her skin uncovered as her t-shirt had rolled up, and gently grazed the ample curve of her breast, pushing gently against her moving backside.

She grabbed his hand and, wrapping her fingers around his, bent it back until he screamed.

'What the fuck are you doing?' she asked.

'I...' he managed to say, still hurting.

'Do you think just because I let you fuck me last night you can do whatever the fuck you want with me?'