Caressed by the Alpha

Chapter Three

I awaken with soft breathing moving the strands of hair on my face. I open my eyes to find myself staring into the eyes of my mate. "Good morning," I whisper. He smirks, "You're bed head makes you look like you've just had sex." I groan, punching his arm, "Shut up. Look away so I can take a shower and look better." "Baby, you look stunning sporting bed head, I swear."

I roll my eyes, standing up and purposely stepping on his chest on my way out of bed. He groans, and I flip him off. "Come on now," he urges, standing to follow me. I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, glaring at him. "I was kidding, babe!" He pleads.

I slowly pull his shirt over my head, revealing my naked chest, and throw the shirt at him. I then shimmy out of my undies, and, smirking at his expression, slam the door. I quickly lock it, starting up the shower. I hear moans of agony from the other side of the door.

"Are you serious?" Jonathan asks, pounding on the door. "Mate or not, I'll be treated the way I like to be treated," I yell, hopping into the shower. "It was a joke!" He yells back, making a groaning noise.

The whole shower I hear him breathing heavily on the other side of the door. Soon after I step out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around my body. I hum softly, and open the door, to reveal my miserable looking mate. "I'm going to need some more clothes, especially undergarments," I say, sidestepping him.

I make my way to his closet, and throw on some random clothes. I step out, and see my mate watching me. He looks like he's in agony. I smirk, knowingly. "Poor baby," I whisper, blowing him a kiss.

He steps over to me, and he almost looks dangerous. I back up into a wall and his hands are pressed on either side of me. "Listen to me," he whispers threateningly. I'm surprised by my courageous response, "Make me."

He roughly pushes me against the wall, "Baby, you're mine and there's no discussing it." I breathe heavily, eyes shut, as his lips find their way to my neck. I squirm, feeling my knees go weak beneath me. "You can't push away the bond, darling."

I turn my head away, denying his statement, "Just watch me." His lips continue to pester my neck, and all the sudden he's sucking on it. I gasp in shock. It's too late by the time I push him away.

I run to the bathroom and look in the mirror the reveal the giant hickey right above my collar bone. I run back into my mate's room, finding that he is no where to be seen.

"You're dead!" I scream, running into the hallway to see a glimpse of him before he runs around the corner. Suddenly we are playing tag throughout the pack house. I chase him into the kitchen where the children of the pack sit eating breakfast.

Jonathan stands in front of me grinning wickedly. I stand on my tip toes whispering in his ear, "You just wait. You'll get what's coming to you." I trail my fingers across his chest and I feel him shiver in response.

Another masculine male comes up to us, and I recognize him as Jonathan's beta. He glances at my hickey with a smirk. "Nice," he says to Jonathan, sarcastically. My mate shrugs, putting his arm around me. I push him off of me, "I'm still mad at you." Chase raises his eyebrows, "Oh, good luck with her. She's worse than Lily was."

As if she'd heard us, Lily prances across the room over to us. She openly gapes at my hickey, "Jonathan, how are you supposed to introduce her to your parents?" My mouth drops open, and I slap my mate's chest, "Are you serious?" He grins, "My dad will understand." If looks could kill, I would've already murdered Jonathan by now.

I storm upstairs into my mate's room, slamming the door behind me. Jonathan follows me, "Alissa, baby, come on." "Don't baby me!" I turn around, pushing at his chest angrily.

I continue pushing him, filled with complete rage. I push him against the wall, "You stupid, arrogant, immature.." He flips us around so I'm pushed against the wall and lifts me up by my butt.

Suddenly, his lips are pressed against mine. I slowly move my lips against his. His hand squeezes my butt tightly and I gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. It's an all out power struggle, and neither of us are willing to give up. My hands find their way into my mate's hair, and his continue to hold me up. Unexpectedly, he softly bites my lip, sucking it into his mouth afterwards. I moan in appreciation. Kissing my mate was officially the best thing ever.

He pulls away and I whisper, "Wow." He nods in agreement, "Good god, if I wasn't wrapped around your finger before, I sure as hell am now." I smirk happily, "Good." He smiles at me and I frown, "I'm supposed to be mad at you." "Oops," my mate says, grinning at me. I can't help but grin back.