Alpha Vaughan

Chapter 23

When he pulled me to my feet, I asked, "Where are we going?"

"To swim."

I stopped in my tracks, looking down at my clothes. "But I can't ruin this dress."

Unbuttoning his shirt, he motioned to my dress. "Then don't. Take it off."

My mouth opened and closed.

He appeared impatient. "I've already seen it all, princess. There's no use hiding what's mine from me."

Even as some traitorous part of me flushed with pleasure, I glared at him. "I'm not yours."

He rose a brow, taking off his shirt. My mouth fell open. "The way you're looking at me now would beg to differ."

I tore my gaze away from his broad chest. "How?"

"Like you want to do more than stare."

"I stare at a lot of guys like that, and yet it doesn't mean that I belong to them."

His face hardened. Undressing down to his boxer briefs, he slowly approached me. "Do not court my anger, Hilda." He stood behind me, the pads of his fingers trailing down my exposed back. "I am a very jealous man. If you look at another man the way you look at me, then I'm afraid I'd have more blood on my hands."

I shivered when his hands started to pull down the hands of my gown. "So this means you've killed before?" Even though I knew the answer to that, I still asked, wanting him to answer it himself. Why? Maybe so that I'd have something to stop me from possibly getting infatuated with him; even though I thought I was already hurtling headfirst towards that prospect.

"Yes," he answered beside my ear. "And I'm not afraid to do so again. I am dangerous, Hilda. I am no good for you." He bared my breasts, cupping them in his warm hands. "You should leave me, run very far away."

Sucking in a shaky breath, I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he touched me. "As if you'll let me," I said.

He gave a harsh chuckle beside my ear, leaning to suck my earlobe between his lips. "Exactly." 

He drew away, striping me from my gown. I kicked off my shoes. Now in just my thong--my wardrobe was filled with an insane amount of those--I went on to dive into the water, Vaughan close behind me.

I swam and swam, kicking my legs underwater and using my arms to propel myself forward. I came up for air, breathing heavily. When I bounced my gaze around for Vaughan, I saw him seated at the bank, watching me intently while drinking champagne from a glass.

Sat there, he looked so hot and cold at the same time. 

Feeling a bit wild, I decided to tease him. Using skills I'd learnt from one of the shewolves at Stillmoon, I swept my arms backwards, pumping my legs so my breasts were visible. I dived down from my head, my long legs being the last thing to disappear into the water.

I continued to do that for a while, until I heard the telltale sound of water splashing. Vaughan had entered into the water.

As he swam towards me, I giggled hysterically, splashing water at him like a moron. 

When he got to me, he cornered me into a bank, towering above me even in the water. His wet black hair plastered against his head and at the sides of his harshly handsome face. Droplets of water slowly slid down his chest, and I suddenly felt like following the trail with my mouth.

Eyes golden with desire, he grabbed my hips from under the water, hands sliding down to my thighs to wrap them around his waist. I hooked my legs behind his trim waist, hands sliding around his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss at the side of my neck, rocking his hard erection into me. "Playful," he rumbled with a bite on my neck, "I like."

Moaning, I clutched him tighter to me. 

His lips trailing hot kisses along my neck, he revealed in a low husk, "Throughout today, I replayed everything we did last night in my mind far more times than I'd like to admit. And even in my dreams, you wouldn't stay away."

Mind hazy with desire, I asked, "You dreamt about me?"

Eyes holding mine intently, he slowly grinded into me. "Yes, I had countless wet dreams."

My nip*ples hardened, scraping against his chest as he rocked into me. "What... what were they about?"

His breaths laboured. Against my ear, he rasped, "I had a dream where your hot lips were wrapped around my c*ck, and in another I dreamt I plunged into your wet pu*sy from behind while I marked you."

My pu*sy clenched, my cl*t throbbing in need. Moaning, I bucked into him.

His hand immediately left my thigh to fist in my hair, angling my head as he brutally kissed me. His hard lips slanted over mine in deep, wet strokes, his other hand kneading my ass possessively. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as he bucked hard into me, growling his desire.

I didn't know we'd left the water until I felt my back come in contact with a warm surface. 

I broke away from the kiss to check what it was, only to get pulled back into the kiss immediately by a pissed Vaughan.

It was fast spiralling out of control, the kiss; we had started to frantically grab at each other, breathing in our scents heavily.

Vaughan drew away to go down on me. After he'd drawn out my release twice, I decided I wanted to do the same.

Scrubbing a palm over his mouth, he watched me take out his c*ck from his briefs. It was hard, hot and soft to the touch. Velvet over steel.

He allowed me to explore him, his face a mask of sweet agony.

His length throbbed in my hands and I watched in amazement as precum beaded the broad tip.

In measures I leaned down and took him into my mouth. He released a ragged moan, hands fisting my hair.

He guided me up and down his shaft until I could mange on my own. My hands pumped the base of him as I sucked his tip, swirling my tongue around the slit. He growled, bucking into my mouth.

He hit the back of my throat, but I stilled myself from gagging, determined to make him enjoy this. Why it mattered so much to me I didn't know.

Taking hold of his balls, I squeezed softly, eliciting a long groan from him.

Placing kisses up and down his length, I took him into my mouth again, sucking, bobbing up and down his c*ck while fondling his balls. At length I felt them tighten in my hands and I quickened my movements 

He roared, "Hilda!" Then started to buck uncontrollably until he shot jets of come into my mouth.

Spent, he came up to lie beside me, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he wrapped his arms around me.

He suddenly rose above me, elbows bent on either side of my head. He stared into my eyes, his grey gaze burning with an intent expression that made me swallow. "I will only ask one thing of you, Hilda, now, and that is a promise."

"What?" I whispered out.

In a rare show of vulnerability, he said, "I want you to promise me you'll never leave me. The way I feel with you..." He stopped short, frustrated at being unable to better explain himself. He settled with, "The way I feel with you, I've never felt that way with anyone before, and I doubt I ever will. Promise me, Hilda." He leaned in to press kisses into my hair. "Promise you won't leave me."

Why was he asking this of me now? Now that I was planning on going away?

Heart racing at the lie I was going to tell, I nodded. "Yes... I--I promise."

Smiling against my hair, he whispered into it, "Thank you."