Alpha Connor

Seven

Indigo's POV

Scooting into the bathroom trying to hold my pee, I realize what exactly happened out there. He tickled me. I hate the fact that I can't say I hate being tickled because I've never really been tickled before. Growing up I wasn't shown much affection.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror makes me cringe at how gross I look. My hair is everywhere, I have sleep in my eyes, and I'm just an overall hot tranny mess. Before I do anything I fix my appearance to my best abilities and use the bathroom.

After finishing my business in the bathroom, I came out to an almost perfect sight. On the bed lay a tray with a bowl of heaven on it. The only thing that would make that bowl of honey smacks better would be that beauty of a man there next to it. Lord I need to get a grip. I barley know that man and I'm somehow infatuated by him. He really does intrigue me.

Sensing someone's presents, I look towards the door. Low and behold its the man of my dreams, Connor, leaning on the door frame, shirt less. Trying not to stare I look away. I can hear him walking towards me. He lightly grasps my chin with his fingers, the tense air almost tangible. I can feel his smooth, warm breath provoke my cheek.

"I don't think I've ever seen a girl look more beautiful in the morning than you do." Connor say's as if in awe.

I can't decline the involuntary blush that creeps on my cheeks. I don't know what to say.

He rests his palm on my cheek. I close my eyes and as if I'm in a trance, my body acts against my will and I lean into his everlasting touch. I nuzzle my face closer to his hand if that's even possible. He acts accordingly by taking hold of my waist and pressing us together. The urge to kiss him, to hold him, do something, anything, grows increasingly strong. I fight it as long as I can while his eyes stare into mine. The passion and lust drew me in and I can't help myself. My lips meet his in a fiery dance.

I can't believe I'm actually kissing this beautiful man. I'm on a high and I plan on never coming down. This has to be the greatest way anybody could experience their first kiss.

His hands start to travel up and down my back, sparks going off everywhere he touches. My hands rest in his hair, pulling and messaging his scalp.

I'm still stunned at the fact that I'm actually kissing him. I mean he's a stranger. But he did save me. I feel like I already trust in him, as if I could tell him anything and he will cradle me up in to his strong, inviting, muscled arms and completely understand. I feel like I can trust him with the world. Something about him is screaming at me to accept him but then my head is saying this can't be right, I just meet him. I shouldn't be kissing him. Why would he even want to kiss me?

I pull away, breathing hard, recovering from the kiss and prepared for a scolding. But Conner starts assaulting my neck with wet kisses. I can't say I'm not enjoying it as I moan out in pleasure. I wish this moment will last for ever. I feel a great pull to this man and I don't know what to do. Some mysterious force has drawn me in keeping me prisoner. My head is telling me to stop him but my body is doing another provoking him as I push my body closer to his, if that's even possible.

I start to slowly rub my hips against his. I hear him groan into my neck then he starts to suck lightly at my collar bones. His hands move down and grab a hold of my butt. I gasped at his sensual action then meet his lips in a desperate, needy kiss. The kiss was beyond passionate. I couldn't bring my self to pull away. There was so much love in the kiss, like he's known me forever and just poured all his love into this one kiss. This kiss was definitely better than the first. There were more sparks than before. I've never felt anything as wonderful as this.

Knowing if we don't stop now this will lead to something unimaginable, I pull away.

A non-human growl makes its way up Connor' s throat as he looks down at me with hungry, yet hurt eyes. I can't help but look away in regret, not able to look him in the eyes.