When Alphas Collide

Chapter 8

DISCRETION IS ADVISED

About to get hot and steamy up in here

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Our tongues were whirling together. My cigarette long forgotten and is now on the ground. I pulled back to get some air, which then rewarded me with a growl from my mate.

"What is your name?" He whispered to me with a hint of some kind of accent.

"Elise Davenport. Alpha of the Moon Light Pack," I whispered back.

His face contorted into confusion and took a slight step back. He shrugged slightly and took a pack of cigarettes out of his breast pocket. He popped two into his mouth, lit them, and handed me one. In my drunken state, I almost dropped it and burned myself in the process.

"A bit to drink tonight?" He asked, his accent almost non-exitent.

"I've had a rough week," I answer, taking a drag.

"Mikhail," he said after taking a pause to take a drag of his cigarette.

"What?"

"My name is Mikhail Lantera. I am also an Alpha of a pack in Ireland, Frost Moon," he replied, nonchalantly while putting out his cigarette. "I'm here on business. I came here to impress my client. I'm trying to purchase land around here to move my pack."

"Elise? There you are! I've been looking eve-"

"Who the fuck are you?" Mikhail asked, nearly growling, at Blaine.

"This is one of my body guards, Blaine Sanders, Alpha of River Run Pack," I said, stepping between the two seething males. "Blaine, this is my mate. Mikhail, Alpha of Frost Moon Pack in Ireland.

"Mate?" Blaine asked looking dumbfounded.

"Yes, mate. She won't be needing a body guard anymore. She has me. Go home, pup," Mikhail spat the words at Blaine.

"You do not speak to him that way. He has helped me through plenty and is one of my best friends. You will treat him with respect," I stepped closer to Mikhail. He was a good foot taller than me so I had to almost tilt my head all the way back to look at him. His milky brown eyes looked down at mine and looked shocked for a split second.

"Very well. I should probably be going to my hotel anyway. I have much to do in the morning," Mikhail said, sliding his arms around my waist and bringing me closer. I felt a bulge near my stomach which caused a lump in my throat to form.

"Come stay with me. There's no need for you to pay for a hotel. My Pack house is about 40 minutes by car from here," I breathed, almost not able to form my words.

"Get a damn room. You guys reek of puppy love," Blaine complained, plugging his nose and walking to the car.

"Let's go then," Mikhail said.

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I was stumbling up the stairs, trying to be quiet for the sleeping kids in the house. I let out a squeak when I was suddenly swept off my feet and carried up the stairs. Mikhail must have followed my scent and started down the hallway that led to my room.

"Wait!" I cried. I leaped out of his arms as we passed my parents picture. I gave them both a kiss and said good night.

"Is this your parents?" Mikhail asked me quietly.

I nodded and started back down the hallway. I opened the door to my room and immediately regretted it. I had left clothes piled on the floor. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just shirts and jeans, but no. There on top of all the clothes, almost as if it was placed there on purpose, was a blue thong.

My cheeks went red as Mikhail walked over and picked them up. He gave me a little smirk and dropped them back down on the pile. I quickly walked into my closet and shut the door. I can't believe this. I just met my mate a little over an hour ago and he's already seen my panties. I grabbed a pair of my boy booty shorts and an oversized T-shirt. As I peeled off my black dress, I felt hands wrap around my waist and rest on my stomach.

"Would you have a pair of basket ball shorts I could use? Or would you prefer me to sleep naked?" a sweet voiced whispered into my ear.

My cheeks went red again. I pulled away and put on my pjs really fast. I went to my dresser and dug for my biggest pair of basket ball shorts. I handed them to Mikhail and quickly walked out to my bed, shutting off the lights as I went.

"Are you scared of me?" he asked, coming back into my room.

"No. I've just never been with someone before. I never had a boyfriend or anything remotely close to it," I replied, turning to face him.

"Tell me about your parents," he said more as a demand than a request.

"Can I tell you later? They just passed a little over two months ago and I am still coping," I answered quietly.

"Of course," he replied.

His hands were slowly going up and down my thigh, getting closer and closer to my butt. I put my leg up on his hip in an attempt to get closer. He's so warm and inviting. I buried my face into his neck. I could've stayed there forever.

His hand finally found my bottom and went up my shorts to squeeze and rub some more. He hummed his approval as I clutched the sheets behind his back. His fingers moved slowly to my center. I trembled at the thought of him entering me. It seemed like he could tell what I was thinking. He flipped me over, tearing my shorts off in one smooth motion.

He then pinned my knees together and pinned them to my chest. He gave me a wicked grin as he lowered his head to my entrance. His tongue flicked out which earned him a moan and caused me to arch my body. I could see his smile as he stole another taste of me.

"Would you like more, Elise?" He asked, looking up at me through his eyelashes.

"Yes, please," I moaned, trying to get closer to him.

He slowly came up my body, kissing every inch of me on his way up. When he got to my breast, he licked and sucked and fondled. I thought I was going to lose myself then. He let go and captured my mouth with his, his erection pressing into my belly through his shorts. I fumbled to get them off of him. I finally decided I was just going to cut them off. I turned one finger nail into a claw and cut down one side. He sucked in a breath as the metallic smell of blood filled the room. I scooted under him and licked his thigh to close the wound and rip the rest of the fabric off of him. This earned me a guttural moan from the man above me. I turned his hips enough so his member fell into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip and sucked until I could tell he couldn't handle it anymore.

He grabbed a fist full of my hair and ripped me back up to his mouth. Our tongues fought once more for dominance in our mouths. He slowly slipped inside of me. The pain of this being my first time only intensified the pleasure I felt. We rocked back and forth. The fire in my belly growing stronger and stronger. I broke the war with our mouths, turning my head to the side. I was almost screaming at this point.

Mikhail saw his opportunity and drove his canines into my neck, marking me, making me his. This is what sent us both over the edge. He thrusted one last time and filled me with his juices as I released the ball of fire that was stuck in my stomach.

Mikhail licked my wound to heal it, the enzymes in his saliva making me tired.

"Sleep, my love," he whispered into my ear.

And that I did.