My Alpha

Chapter 4

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(Kaila)           

   Waking up the next morning I was acutely aware of the strong arms wrapped around my waist holding me prisoner to a shirtless Jonathan. I reached up and brushed back some silky curls that had fallen in his face sometime during the night. Jon stirred at my touch, and followed my fingers as if searching for more. When he didn't wake I continued my journey and dropped my fingers to his warm, luscious lips. I traced them lightly and they parted under the pads of my fingers. Grinning, I pulled my hand away and watched as his face transformed into a frown and a rumble began in his chest. His tightly wound arms squeezed me as if to make sure I was still there, and his face relaxed.

                I continued to study him while he slept, he really was too beautiful. How could someone like this want someone like me? Unless he was just interested in me to end up sleeping with me. In that case, well, it sort of made sense. I mean, I don't really have a drop-dead body but I guess I was attractive on some level if he decided to spend all this effort into getting me to sleep with him. Well I mean I did sleep with him, but I meant sex. That must be it, that's the only explanation.

                "Kitten, what's making you so sad?" Startled, I looked up into the swirling eyes of Jonathan. His arms brought my body flush against his, and I had a hard time concentrating on his question when every breath of mine countered his.

"Nothing."

Suddenly I was under Jonathan, with his 5 o'clock stubble rubbing against my neck as he inhaled.

"I can smell your lie." I turned my head to the side, so he wouldn't  have to see my tears.

                "It's nothing Jonathan. Now get off of me so that I can go home." A growl tore through the air and I whipped my head to face Jon, only to lock eyes with his glowing blue ones.

                "You're not going anywhere, kitten, not without me." He leaned down and pressed a scorching kiss to my lips, reminding me of our first kiss last night. I gasped, and he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth, dominating me. I could feel myself responding to him before a light knock on the door interrupted us. Muttering a low oath, Jonathan pulled away and I could feel my face slip into a pout. Looking over his shoulder at me he groaned before pulling me into his arms.

                "We will continue this discussion later, I promise. There are clothes in my closet for you and the bathroom is through that door, get ready and come downstairs when you feel up to it. I'll make you some breakfast, are omelets and toast okay?" I nodded, my head still whirling at his loving gestures. He slid me out of his embrace slowly, reluctantly, as if he wasn't willing to let me go, and headed towards the door. Something lurched inside of me as I sprang up.

                "Wait!" He froze, his hand on the door. Turning around he raised an eyebrow. My heart thudded at the way the small gesture lit up his face and the way his abs flexed every time he breathed. I could feel heat rush to my cheeks as thoughts of last night replayed through my head.

"Yes, kitten?" My already racing heart sped up at the term of endearment.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean? I'm going to see who knocked on our door and to make you breakfast."

"But, I mean, shirtless?" I cringed internally. He probably thought I was going to morph into some clingy girl that he slept with. Jon's lips twitched into a smile.

                "Is that a problem? I was under the impression that you enjoyed the view." Curse him! He was just teasing me. I tilted my head so my eyes wouldn't wander, and gave him a smile I wished was cocky. I was still new to this whole concepts of guys wanting me.

                "I've seen better." As soon as the words left my mouth I watched his eyes darken. He stalked towards me, a deadly predator intent on capturing his prey, and I scrambled back to escape him. He leapt at me, caging me in his arms and turned us, so that the momentum from his attack which propelled us to the floor made him take the grunt of the fall. His eyes were still raging as he flipped us over so I was sandwiched between him and the floor.

                "Listen to me my little minx, and listen well. You are mine. Only mine. No male will ever touch you ever again unless that male is me. Do you understand?" I could only stare at him, as something within me rose to the surface. Something I couldn't understand, but told me to trust Jon with every fiber of my being.

                "Show me Jonathan. Show me that I'm yours and yours only. Show me that no other male can have me." I watched as his canines extended, sharp and deadly. The side of me that craved Jon as the missing piece to my jumbled soul was excited.

Yes, that's it. Take me. Claim me. Possess me, my Mate.

                I had no idea who was in my mind, but I paid them no mind as I felt the tips of Jon's canines press against my neck. I clung to him, trying to pull him closer to me, arching my neck to allow him better access.

                Suddenly there was only cold air against my body as Jon was across the room. Rejection washed over me like a tidal wave, cold and brutal. I took in Jon's panting form as he gasped for air. Stumbling to the bathroom I made my way inside, as I locked the door. Tears made their way down my face as sobs racked my body. The door shook as Jonathan pounded on it.

"Kitten, open up! We need to talk."

"Go away! I don't want to talk to you asshole!" Growls ripped through the air as the pounding increased.

"Open the damn door right now so we can have a little chat about your choice of words."

"Go find someone else to toy with,  you dick." The door flew open and crashed against the other side and I watched wide-eyed as Jonathan was suddenly in front of me.

"There's only you, Kaila. I could never look at another female the way you hold my attention." I glared at him, feeling the strange side of me come out.

"Then why wouldn't you mark me?" Jon took a surprised step back and examined me. I was just as surprised at myself, what the hell was I going on about now?

                "How did you know about-" He cut off suddenly and realization dawned on his face, "Your wolf." I cocked my head to the side, confused.

                "My wolf?"

                 "I'll explain that later, my love. The reason I didn't mark you was because I want you to know me, inside and out before you want to be bound to me for an eternity. Also, I wanted it to be more special, you know, like court you and stuff.  I want to cherish you the way you were meant to be cherished, give you everything." His face flushed as he finished his sentence. I knew that opening up and spilling his guts were hard for him, with his whole 'tough guy' facade. I opened my mouth to respond, but my stomach beat me to it. It was my turn to blush as a chuckle slid out of him.

                "Of course your starving little mate, we worked up quite an appetite last night." He winked at my now red face, "Still want that omelet?" I nodded. He pressed a loving kiss to my temple.

                "Coming right up."