BOUND TO THE ALPHA KING

Chapter 12

He picked me up, closing the shower facets. His clothing was wet and clung to every defined muscle. My arms slung around his neck and my legs locked around his torso. He grabbed a towel and draped it over my shoulders. He set me on the bed and I quickly used the towel to cover the rest of my soft, untoned body. He returned to the bathroom, letting his wet clothes drop to the floor. He came walking back into the room, with nothing but a towel slung around his hips. I could physically melt just looking at him, it was so unfair. He was the penultimate definition of man; sexy, dark and muscular. His hair was messy thrown atop his head, his green eyes pierced into mine, as I stupidy stared at him. His tan skin complimented his eyes beautifully, his high cheek bones and straight nose added to his god like appearance.

"Don't look at me like that Mia". Knocking me out of my day dream. "Like what?" I whispered, unaware of what I was doing. He walked toward me slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, letting out a growl and pushed me back on to the bed, his right hand cupping a fist full of my hair, while his left held my hip in place as he balanced himself over me.

Our lips met, the oh so familiar sparks and current ran through me. It was addictive and I wanted more, so much more. If he was willing to give it, I would never refuse him. I pushed him forward, getting up to stand in front of him. It was now or never. I dropped my towel, allowing him to take my body in. I thought he'd cringe away, yet he just looked at me. Head to toe. His eyes now completely black, the animal within taking over. He growled lowly, and a part of him returned to me. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush this".

I nodded my head and straddled him. Kissing him deeper, showing him my need, my want. I wanted to be his wholly. I had never been so sure of anything before.

He picked me up and quickly flipped me around so that he hovered over me. Kissing me deeper, I ran my hands along his back, down his arms and back up again. He began to plant soft kisses on me, slowly nipping at the base of my neck and my shoulder. The place where he'd mark me. I shivered at the thought.

He continued down to cup my breasts, planting soft kisses down my stomach toward my soft spot. I was convulsing. I dug my nails into the sheets, pulling at them. He continued to knead my breasts, sensually and then, more urgently. I pulled his face toward me, not knowing how much more I could take.

He looked down at me, his eyes questioning. I was breathing heavily, not sure if the words could leave my mouth. So I just titled my head to the side, giving him entry to my neck. Growling deeper, he moved up my body, throwing his towel over the side of the bed. This was my first time, and I was glad it was with him. I looked down and saw him and I gulped nervously. Sensing my panic, he took my cheek in his hand, and hovered over me. Gently pushing himself into me. The pain that shot through me was subtle, but grew as he slid deeper into me. Filling me completely. I let out a long breath as he began to slowly move. Back and forwards, back and forwards. Never breaking eye contact with me. "Are you okay?" He breathed. I nodded my head, to full to put sentences together. He began to move quicker now. The pain slowly morphing into pleasure. I dipped my hips, and parted my legs further. Wanting more of him. He began thrusting. Pausing each time he filled me. I began pulling at the sheets more, not knowing how to respond to the different emotions and pleasures swarming inside of me.

A pressure began to pool deep inside of my stomach. I had no idea what it was. I was gasping for air, moaning at each thrust. Gabriel sensed my orgasm before I even knew what it was. Brushing my hair out of my neck, he began thrusting harder and faster. As I arched my back and let out an animalistic scream he bit down into my flesh, adding pain and then pleasure to my erupting sensations. As the pleasure began to subside, Gabriel found his release throwing his head back and pushing deeper into me. He collapsed next to me. In a heap of sweat, messy hair and green eyes. He pulled me toward him and just held me. I was trying to catch my breath. My skin was on fire and my neck was filled with a tingling sensation of where he had marked me. Throwing my one leg over his hip, we just laid there, looking at each other.