The Alpha's Mistress

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Word Count: 3475

~Onyx

Holding my breath, I slowly manoeuvre the pan I'm holding to the two plates I've laid out on the bench.

Sienna watches, a playful smirk lifting the corners of her mouth as I attempt to scoop the dinner I've made us onto the plates. I've cooked food very little in my life, but I wanted to impress her tonight.

She lounges on the balcony where I set up a small table for us to eat, turning her attention back out to the sea.

It's such a relief seeing her here. Finally. I've been preparing this place for her for a long time, and seeing her in it, knowing she is my wife and my mate makes the wait entirely worth it.

As I spoon our vegetables onto the plates, hot oil spits up onto my skin and I nearly drop the pan straight onto the ground.

"Ah shit!"

Sienna laughs melodically. "Believe it or not the food it supposed to end up on the plate."

"I don't know how Diane does this," I grumble, dumping the empty pan onto the bench before tidying up any mess I made.

Sienna's eyes are warm and dancing with light as I take our plates with me onto the balcony. She wears a flowy, pale blue dress, the fabric fluttering in the balmy breeze. Her skin is glowing from the waning sunlight, which is vanishing now in favour of dusky purples and blues as the sun sets.

I love seeing her out here. The blissful warmth of her expression hasn't slipped for a moment, and after our lengthy swim in the ocean, her limbs have relaxed, contented tiredness resting upon her.

"You really didn't have to do this, you know." She watches with a faint smile as I set her plate down in front of her. "You've done so much for me already."

"I wanted to. Even if it may poison you." I slide into my seat, hoping my terrible cooking skills don't ruin our night together.

"Surprisingly it looks great." She grins, picking up her fork.

"Give it a taste," I encourage.

Without hesitation, she digs into her food, picking up as much as she can on her fork before tasting it tentatively.

"Mildly burnt, but the flavour is there," she affirms, reaching out to give my hand a squeeze. "I appreciate the effort."

I would do anything for her. Cooking is the least of what I have planned for her during our time away.

"In the future, when we come visit, I'll cook for you all the time. And I'll get better at it, I promise," I assure her, watching with bated breath as she cuts into her steak. Thankfully I've managed to get that right.

"I'm looking forward to it."

We eat in peaceful silence for a while. I bask in her company, admiring the way the setting sun's golden glow gilds the lines of her face, the way her auburn lengths stir around her face, carried by the salty breath of the ocean.

"I want to thank you," she says once she's finished her food.

"What for?"

"For honouring my decision to make it work with Alston, and accepting the consequences." Her jaw tightens as she looks out at the sea, as if the view alone comforts her. "You could have taken me and navigated this entire mess, but you respected that I didn't want to be directly involved in starting a war."

I shift in my seat, releasing a breath. Being away from Sienna was hard, but letting her make her own decision wasn't. I am not her keeper. I'll protect her, regardless of what choices she makes.

"This is your life, Sienna. Your power, and your father," I remind her gently. "You control both of our destinies, and that doesn't bother me one bit."

Trusting her implicitly helps a lot. I trust her mind and her soul, and what she is capable of.

Her expression crumples, anxiety peaking. "Now it was all for nothing."

"It wasn't. You couldn't have known Alston would turn on your like that." I refuse to let her wallow in guilt that shouldn't be hers. Alston is to blame for this, not her.

All she did was see the best in him. She cannot be punished for that. Not when I love it about her so much.

"I knew he was starting to have feelings toward me, I just didn't think he would turn like that." A shiver rolls over her. "I think he wanted to do the right thing, but he let himself be deluded into thinking him and I could have a life together, that it was what I wanted."

"Despite wanting to kill him for undermining your free will and trying to force himself on you, I can't blame him for falling in love with you." I take her hand in mine, brushing my thumb over her delicate fingers. "That part I understand."

Her troubled look doesn't falter. She drums her free fingers against the table now.

"He wasn't in love with me. He just thought he was."

I almost want to laugh. I can see now how Sienna couldn't see that I was obsessively in love with her for many years. If she didn't see it in me, she was never going to see it in Alston.

"He was." I push my plate away, leaning back in my seat. "He wasn't wrong for those feelings. It's what he did with them that was the problem."

I haven't allowed to myself to think about what would have happened to Sienna had she not managed to escape. I would lose my mind if I did.

"All I know is that I love you, and I'm happy to be here." Sienna smiles weakly, thinking the same as me.

We are incredibly lucky to be here with each other. One wrong move and this would be another dream.

But it's not, and I'm going to make the most of my time with my mate.

"Finished eating?" I ask, my skin warming.

She dips her head. "Yes..."

"I have restrained myself all day." I lay my hand flat against the table. "I would very much like to fuck you now. Can I do that?"

Her eyes darken, a slow smile curving at her lips. I can already sense her eager arousal, taking great pleasure from how her body responds to me.
 
"I suppose I could be convinced," she muses, biting down on the curve of her lower lip.

"Yeah?" I stand, reaching my hand out to her.

It's easy to take it slow with her. Seducing her has easily become one of my favourite past times. I love watching her come apart before me, entirely trusting of me and how dutifully I can supply her the pleasure she craves.

Her hand slides into mine, soft against my calloused skin. She lets me guide her up and away from the table.

"I know you're sore, so I'll be gentle," I promise softly.

I let her go, stepping back so I can admire her against the backdrop. The sun has almost completely set, the lanterns glowing above us proving enough light for me to enjoy her.

She rests back against the balcony railing, her wicked smile enough to bring me to my knees. "Maybe I don't want you to be gentle."

My jaw tightens. The urge to grab for her is potent, but I place a leash over my urges, reigning it back in favour of control.

"I guess you'll just have to take what I give you." I let my gaze travel over her. "Take all your clothes off for me."

She hesitates only for a moment, glancing over her shoulder and down to the beach. As she straightens, she pulls the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She knows I wouldn't have her remove her clothing if I suspected for a moment someone would see.

"Lucky we have no neighbours here." Her voice is thick and sultry as the blue fabric of her dress glides down her body, falling in a tidy heap at her feet. She is entirely naked before me, no under garments in sight.

I draw in a breath and hold it as I give myself a selfish moment to admire her.

She kicks the dress away before leaning against the railing, tilting her leg out enough for me to see the centre of her.

I'll never tire of gazing at her. My want for her is suffocating, clouding my doubts, pressing back my obligations.

I want to focus wholly on her. Forever and always.

She turns her head, facing the breeze that brushes her hair back. Her breasts are full and heavy, peaked against the dusk air. Not a single worry burdens her.

Seeing her in this exact moment would have sent younger me wild. I wouldn't have believed my luck, to be standing here before a woman this breathtaking. I dreamt up similar fantasies as this one before, but experiencing it is an entirely different kind of euphoria.

"Having no neighbours is by design." I draw closer, letting the scent of her arousal envelop me. "I can't have anyone seeing my mates body or hearing her scream my name."

She smirks, grabbing for the fabric of my shirt. "You're so possessive."

She has no idea.

Maddeningly slowly, she begins undoing one button after the other. Her careful movements reveal my bare chest and abdomen, but she doesn't skim the shirt off my shoulders. Instead, she continues down to the buttons of my pants, flicking the stays at a torturous pace.

This woman is going to kill me. I cannot wait to enjoy her a moment longer.

Brushing her hands away I press close enough for our bodies to be touching. She gasps as I wind my fingers through her hair, tugging her head back so her mouth is at a perfect angle.

I relish this fleeting moment of anticipation. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted. Every inch of her body is at my mercy.

I press one gentle kiss her to her soft lips, and another. Then, I claim her mouth with mine, parting her lips, meeting her tongue with mine.

The kiss is slow passionate. Her hips press flush against mine, a soft moan escaping her mouth as she feels the readiness of my cock. I don't allow her to hurry me, though, even as her hands lay against my chest, her nails digging into my skin in an effort to spur me on.

She can control our pace next time. This time I'm enjoying my mate until I can't no more.

Her gasping breaths fill the night air as I bring my mouth to her neck, right below her ear. I graze my teeth against her skin, feeling her pulse fluttering below. My hand still holds her hair, keeping her still as I kiss and bite at her smooth skin.

"Stop teasing me," she huffs out, her hands drifting lower down my abdomen. I brush them insistently away again.

Releasing my grip on her hair, I cup the back of her neck as my other hand glides over her breasts, squeezing them gently. She's holding her breath as I lower my head to capture her left nipple in my mouth, sucking and grazing my tongue over the hardened nub. I switch from one to the other, but only when her breathing becomes rushed and her whimpers turn desperate.

My hand continues downward, parting her thighs. I pull back enough to hold her gaze, seeing her heavy lids and that aching need in her eyes.

"Every moment away from you has been like torture," I murmur, my fingertips grazing against her inner thighs, teasing upward. "My body doesn't just crave you, it needs you."

She opens her mouth to say something, but my thumb pressing firmly against her clit has her words drowning out into a moan.

I smile lazily, satisfied as she presses her hips desperately toward me. My thumb moves in slow, deliberate circles, my eyes taking in every pleasured contortion of her face, every cry out into the night.

She wants to bow her head back, but my hand on the back of her neck keeps her securely facing me. I never want to look away from her for a moment.

Her attempts to move her hips does little to quicken my movements. While I continue to slowly circle her clit with my thumb, my middle finger drifts down the centre of her.

I nearly find completion right there as her slickness generously coats my fingers. She's ready for me - she's been ready for my since this night begun, but delaying her pleasure is half the fun.

Even if I'm borderline feral alongside her.

"You're soaked for me," I breathe against her lips, slowly sliding a finger inside of her. "Always so wet and ready for me."

She groans, her breath stuttering as I seat my finger deep into her, continuing to pleasure her with my thumb. Her body is rocking like the waves below us, fluid and exquisite, like a work of art.

"Onyx." She utters my name like a plea. "Fuck me already."

"Not yet," I growl, sliding another finger into her, desire pooling deep within me at her wild moans.

I forgo pleasuring her clit as I concentrate on thrusting my fingers deep inside her. It's been a few weeks since she took my cock, and I don't want to hurt her. Not when I can see the raw skin marring her thighs from her horse ride, and not when I want to enjoy her many more times tonight.

My free arm bands around her now, letting her fall partially limp against me and the railing as I pump my fingers in a practiced rhythm, trying to draw her pleasure to its peak while I enjoy every undulation of her body against me.

"You're so fucking perfect." I don't even realise I'm speaking aloud, too encapsulated by how tightly she grips my fingers, by her face flushed red and the sweat gathering in her hairline.

My palm bumps her clit with every thrust of my fingers, and soon enough her back bows and my name gets choked in her throat as she climaxes.

I shudder, my fingers curling deep inside her, urging her orgasm onward. She melts in my arms, a soft, pliable bundle of satisfaction.

"Just what I needed," she mumbles, half incoherently, sinking into my embrace as I gently slide my fingers out of her. "You're so good at that."

I kiss the side of her head before grasping her hips, spinning her around before she can utter another word.

I need her right now, I've decided. No more playing around.

The night has turned cool, but I don't notice. I don't notice the brush of the waves against shore or the breeze rustling through the nearby ferns. My focus is wholly on my mate, and how desperately I need her.

I don't bother taking my clothes off. As I pull my achingly hard cock from my pants, I press down on Sienna's back while she tightly holds the railing, her limbs still trembling from the effects of her orgasm.

"Hold on tight, my love," I encourage, grasping her hips in my hand while the other guides my cock to her entrance.

"I need you so badly." Her voice is faint and eager, her hips swaying enticingly.

My groan is soft and breathless as I sink into her slowly. I watch her carefully, monitoring her movements the deeper I press, ensuring I'm not hurting. I'm only met with encouraging moans until she presses back into me, and I'm inside her completely.

My teeth grind together as I tighten my grip on her hips. This feeling is too good, too heady. I never want to not be inside her, to feel this connection.

"Holy fuck," she gasps under her breath as I start to move, keeping my pace steady and slow.

She presses back to meet each thrust. My hands travel along the expanse as of her back, applying a soothing touch to encourage her, to remind her she's safe to let go.

Her knuckles pale as she grips the railing tightly, using it as leverage as I increase my movements, pressing in deep and hard with every thrust. My fingers drift up her spine before lacing into her hair again. I wrap the lengths around my fist, yanking back so she's in my control.

I'm done playing nice and gentle. If she wants it hard, then that is what she can get.

Her moans blend into breathless screams as I fuck her, my other hand guiding her hips back into me. My head bows back for a moment, pleasure pulling taut inside of me. Nothing is supposed to feel this good, this right.

Soon enough I tire of not having her in my arms. With one hand still securing her hair in my grasp, I band the other around her and pull her up until her back is flush against my chest.

Her skin is warm and damp with sweat. I lean her head back so I can see her face, nearly causing me to climax inside her at her expression alone. Her desperate need is violently arousing.

"Don't stop," she pleads. I didn't even realise I had stopped thrusting, too enraptured by her.

I quickly resume, pressing in deeper this way, drawing a ragged moan from deep in her throat. I set a fast past, my hand kneading her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple around my fingers.

She climaxes suddenly and abruptly, coming apart entirely in my arms. Sparks erupt in my vision as she tightens around me, choking out my name like a prayer.

"That's it," I praise roughly in her ear. "That's my girl. You do so well for me."

She whimpers as I abandon her my grasp on her hair in favour of wrapping my hand around her throat. My grip isn't tight enough to cut off her breathing, but it's enough for her to know I control her, that she is going to take what I give her until I've wrung as much pleasure from her as possible.

"You're so good...so big," she cries out, angling her head as I press kisses to the side of her face.

Letting go of her breast, I dip my hand between her legs against, focusing on driving her toward her next orgasm and I feel my own drawing near.

She tightens around my cock, her limbs shuddering while my grip tightens on her throat and then releases as she topples over the edge.

I increase my pace, harder and faster, chasing my own pleasure which crashes into my, blinding me in pleasure. I groan her name into her ear as she throbs around me, my climax so powerful I lose my vision for a fleeting moment.

For a moment, there's nothing but blissful silence cut through by our harsh breathing.

"Wow," Sienna lets out, releasing her grip on the railing.

"Yeah, wow." I'm not entirely certain what words constitute sex with her either.

I slide out of her, untangling myself from her before tucking myself back into my pants. She manages one step before stumbling back into my arms again. I laugh softly into her hair, hoisting her into my arms before carrying her inside.

"I think it should be illegal for it to feel that good," she marvels, hugging her arms around my neck as I take her up to the very top story where our bed awaits us, and a very hot bath.

"Let me get you cleaned up, and then you can rest." I kiss the sweat slicked skin of her cheek as I carry her up the staircase. "Need a drink or anything, my love?"

"I'm okay," she responds dreamily.

I set her down in the polished wood floor at the top, letting her turn to admire the room. It's open and breezy with a massive bed in the centre that I'm going to enjoy her in again later.

"I think a bath is in order." She strolls, with a slight limp into the adjoining bathroom before turning, motioning for me to follow her.

I exhale slowly, taking a moment to wonder how my life became this perfect before following her.

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