A few hours later, Anna stood in front of a large mansion in the middle of the night. She felt the breeze passing by as the eerie silence of the night wrapped around her, surrounding her. Feeling like a total creep, she shook her head lightly and took a deep breath as she walked to the front door of the mansion, pulling her hood over her head.
Looking nervously down at her boots, she knocked once and twice before the door was opened, revealing a tall muscular man.
"Good evening," she said politely. "Uhm. Is Mister Zachary Harrison..I mean, Alpha Zachary Harrison..Is he here?"
The man leaned against the door frame. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. "Yes. Why?"
"Well--uhm--Can I..Can I talk to him?"
"Why?"
"I just..need to say something."
The man stared at her for a mere moment. "You're hiding something," he said suspiciously. "Why are you blushing?"
She fisted her hands inside the pockets of her hoodie dress. "It's hot," she said. How could she not feel hot? As much as she'd like to stop being anxious, she couldn't. She was just hoping. Maybe Zach would forgive her tonight.
Maybe.
The man laughed. "It's freezing cold out here and you think it's hot?" He watched her, interestingly.
"Troy, stop," Zach's deep voice startled Troy as he quickly stood up straight and pulled a serious look upon his face.
Anna's heart throbbed inside her chest as she looked over Zach. He looked very handsome. And hot. His hair was a beautiful mess. Almost looked like he had ran his fingers through it a hundred times.
"This girl is looking for you, Alpha," Troy said.
Zach said nothing. He reached for Anna's hand and dragged her inside the house. She followed after him as they went upstairs and along the hallways. When they entered a room, she quickly realized it was his bedroom. It looked very..very manly. And solemn.
She watched as Zach sat on a couch at the corner of the room. Legs parted, he leaned back on the couch and gestured for her to come to him.
Reluctantly, she walked towards him. When she got too close, Zach tapped his lap, intending for her to sit down on his lap. She gulped down the lump in her throat and sat down on his lap, straddling him.
Holding her hips and caressing her bare thighs, he looked into her eyes. "Why are you here?" he asked. He didn't mean it to come out rude but somehow it did and she blushed slightly from the tone of his voice.
Looking down, "I wanna tell you that I'm sorry," she murmured softly, "about what happened with Jake. I know you didn't like it. I'm sorry. But Jake is my friend and he was only trying to comfort me."
She felt his hands tightening around her thighs. She looked up at him. "Zach," she muttered under her breath. "Are you still mad at me?..Do you hate me?"
"No," he growled. She flinched back as she saw the fire in his eyes. Realizing his mistake, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. He didn't like the way she stiffened. Inhaling in her scent, he softly kissed the side of her neck.
"I don't hate you," he murmured in her ear. "I'm fücking mad that you see him as a friend," he hissed. "But you don't see me as your mate. I should be the one holding you in my arms, Kitten. I should be the shoulder you cry on. I'm yours as you are mine."
Running her fingers through his hair, she inhaled his scent deeply and sighed. "But you won't always be there for me, Zach."
He tightened his hold around her. "I will," he said. He meant it. "I'm a part of you."
Realizing her mistake, she sighed. "I'm sorry."
He pulled back and looked into her eyes. She gingerly grabbed the back of his head and slowly leaned in to kiss his lips. Their lips clashed and crashed as he caressed her thighs with his hands, fingers slipping underneath her dress. She ran her fingers through his hair and lightly tugged at the ends.
She kissed him softly on the lips and down his neck, placing butterfly kisses all over his soft skin. Her soft little hands caressed his tensed shoulders and arms as she moved and knelt down in front of him. She kissed his muscular chest and trailed down the line of his abdomen. Pulling back, she traced down the light hairs of his stomach with her fingers and smoothly trailed down his crotch.
He watched as she popped the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. The bulge of his ërection strained beneath his dark boxers and his hand moved to caress her hair as she traced it with her fingers. She didn't know it was this big. She slowly pulled his boxers down and revealed his length which stood tall and proud.
Reluctantly, she kissed the tip and licked the length of his erëction. A low growl escaped his lips as he watched her.
Then she began to suck. Slowly. Licking. Kissing. His hands moved to gently hold the back of her head, encouraging her further and deeper.
"Kitten," he groaned. "Good girl..Like that..Good."
After awhile, he couldn't take it anymore. He began to tense and shake. Growling, he released inside her mouth and cursed silently. Cheeks flaming, she swallowed his release although some trailed down her chin. He pulled her and she straddled him. He grabbed the back of her head and deeply kissed her, licking her lips and tasting himself. He licked down her chin and neck as she threw her head back and gasped, feeling his length poking into her core.
"Do you want your reward?" he whispered huskily in her ear.
She moaned her response.
"Good girls always get their reward," he said, pulling her hoodie dress over her head.
She wore a thin black underwear but no bra. Her ample breasts were full and her pointed pink nïpples were aching for his touch. Her dark hair flowed around her like curtains and her cheeks were the shades of pink. He pulled back and admired this state of her almost nudity. She was even more beautiful like this. On his lap and straddling him. Looking so innocent.
Before he could stop himself, he kissed her plump lips and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her and carried her towards the bed. As he laid her down on the suface of the soft bed, he hovered above her. Kissing the side of her neck along her bare shoulders, he caressed her curves with his hands and fondled her breasts.
He lowered his head and pleasured her chest with his sinful lips. Throwing her head back, she moaned and arched her back as her hands caressed his wild hair. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself soaking wet, clenching, and aching for pleasure. He hooked his fingers into her underwear and ripped it off of her in a blink.
She whimpered.
Pulling back slightly, he looked into her eyes as he touched her core. "You like that?" he asked as he teased her with his fingers. She moaned out in pleasure begging for a release. Until at last, she quivered and trembled in delight and in desperate release of eruption. Falling apart, she collapsed upon the sheets, breathing hard and trying to catch her breath.
He kissed her shoulder blade and kissed the side of her neck. "I forgive you, Kitten," he murmured softly in her ear.
Hearing his deep voice, she sighed in relief and weakly smiled, eyelids falling and sight blurring in the midst of a daydream.
