Alpha

13

Camila and I were still up when dawn came. We were sitting in an open meadow, admiring each other.

Camila was deceptively strong. Her limbs were toned but the muscles did not bulge as a man's would. It was super attractive. It made her seem even more feminine than the rest of her features suggested.

She had a delicate face but it was angular. Delicate angles. Beautiful angles.

Her resting disposition did not convey her overwhelming dominance. It was actually shy. But that was drastic facade. Her aggression hid in her romance, she wanted to be the first to do anything, everything. She wanted to control the situation in front of her, and was slightly rattled when she wasn't able to, like when I tested her.

Her dominance was absolute, except for the little chink that surfaced when she looked at me. I was the only that could challenge it and challenge it well, without getting killed.

My dominance liked to show itself when I found competition, like when she showed up. But I was used to going with the flow then taking control when I found a need to. So I rarely got rattled.

However I was rattled when I found out the side effects of the mating ritual. Especially the part where our minds merged together, like sharing a room. Still our own person, just together in every way.

So I know everything about her, and she knows everything about me. We share everything except a body and a personality.

We have been sitting here, in this peaceful meadow, for hours. The tall grass sways around us. The sun is peaking over the grass, bathing the side of her face with shadows and light.

I never want to stop staring at her, she's way too beautiful for me to stop. And right now she is an angel trapped in human skin.

The sunlight seems to be trapped in her deep brown eyes, it makes them sparkle even more. Her hair is blowing softly into her face, brushing her smiling lips. Her toes have dug slightly into the dirt and her heels keep slipping, making her pull her legs back every minute or so. Her frayed cotton beach shorts are settled low on her hips and her tank top has ridden up a little, exposing the top of her boxers and her smooth skin.

I smile and look at her eyes, no into her eyes. Her eyes are swimming with happiness, affection, and an emotion I haven't before. Love.

I grin and get to my feet, she was too far away. I walk the two yards between us and fall to my knees in front of her.

She has grin that created the wind on her lips, the one that takes the breath out of us mortals' lungs.

She crosses her legs Indian style and waits for me to make my move, letting go of the reigns I know she wants to take.

I lean in slowly, my hand cupping her jawline. I press my forehead to hers. She closes her eyes and I close mine. I feel her breathe on my lips. I smell her scent. I lean closer, almost brushing her lips. I want to taste her lips so bad.

Then she closes the distance, and I feel my world stop.

Grey once told me that the world turns on the axis we make for it.

I just made my axis out of the way she stole my breath, the way she rubbed my chin with the pad of thumb as she kissed me, the way her skin radiated the happiness I felt inside myself, and the way her eyes sparkled and shined even brighter after we finally pulled away, when she finally opened her eyes.

We stayed in that meadow until the sun set again, ignoring everything around us.