Fated: An Alpha Male Romance (6 page)

Within seconds, I was coming. I exploded and soared, and he somehow knew just where to place his tongue to extend the feeling until I shuddered and trembled. I didn’t want to end the night here, my core aching to be filled by him, but we didn’t have much of a choice.

I pulled him up for a kiss so that I could taste myself on his lips. He pulled the kiss deeper and I felt him smile against my lips, so I smiled back.

“I have to go,” I whined against his mouth.

He kissed me again, latching onto my mouth and refusing to release until he’d had his fill. Even as he broke the kiss, I moved towards him, not quite ready to be deprived of his taste.

“Think about what you want,” he said, leaning back so that our faces were only a few inches apart.

“I’m not sure what I —”

“Think about what
you
want,” he repeated. Then, he released me, scooped my panties from the floor, tucked them into his jacket pocket, and kissed my forehead. With him, forehead kisses were not the chaste gestures that I’d once thought them to be. Somehow, Ethan made them erotic, yet sweet.

“One more thing,” he said, standing. “If you’re with someone who doesn’t allow you to be yourself, then who are you when you’re with them?”

He left before I could attempt to answer a question that I had no idea how to answer. Even as I freshened up and sauntered back to the front to take Roderick’s elbow while he worked the room, the question bugged me to no end. Who the hell was I when I was with Roderick if not the free and desirous woman that Ethan brought out of me? Who was I but a robotic complement to the “perfect” woman that my parents had raised?

I flashed a smile at the mayor and glanced over at Gia. She and Eli were on the dance floor, tethered and completely oblivious to the world around them. I looked at my mother, not a hair out of place, standing next to my father with their elbows linked. As he engaged in conversation with a state representative, she glanced off into the distance. When I followed the path of what had captivated her, I found nothing.

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Ethan

The cold, dry Louisiana air succeeded in soothing my erection, but the minute I stepped into my warm house, I knew that Alexandra would be back on my mind again. Why I took her panties, I have no idea, but that’s part of the crazy shit that I’ve been referring to. Everything that I was doing with her, even the way I reacted to her, was completely uncharacteristic of me. I even felt warmer around her, although
I know
that doesn’t make a lick of sense. Alexandra, to me, was a slow moving vapor. With each conversation, visit to her office, lunch outing, and now, sexual escapade, she seeped further and further into my bloodstream. I couldn’t tell if she was poisonous or innocuous, but the fact that she’d gotten me to break a very long-standing decree to never touch a woman who was in a relationship with someone else forced me to push her more to the toxic end of the spectrum.

Yet, I was enjoying the poison. I was enjoying the feeling of being slowly drained of my sanity just for the sake of trying to claim even small parts of this woman. I wanted to carve out a section of the grey matter in her brain that thought of only me, desired only me, and eventually gathered enough strength to convince other parts of her body to follow suit.

Though, I wasn’t the type of man to settle for the number two slot, or the one hiding out in a kitchen with his fingers inside of a woman that hadn’t stated outright that she wanted to be with me; with Alexandra, I couldn’t help myself and it was driving me even further up the wall. The argument could be made that I was looking for excuses because she was “just another woman,” but that would be bullshit. There was something about Alexandra. Something that spoke directly to me.

To add to that, I didn’t even feel an ounce of guilt towards Roderick simply because I knew Alexandra could be much more than the woman she currently was. Nothing was sexier than a woman with the confidence to be whoever the hell she wanted to be, shucking all of the restrictions people tried to put on her. Alternately, there was nothing sexy about a woman forced to walk with her chin at half-mast. I did feel guilty for putting Alexandra in an uneasy position in her relationship, however. On the list of positions that I wanted to put her in,
uneasy
didn’t even make it in the top one hundred.

Controlled, even footsteps drummed against the sidewalk behind me as the valet station came into view. When I slowed, the gait turned into a tempered shuffle. I turned around, pleasantly satisfied when I saw Roderick’s blond hair gleaming in the moonlight as he neared me.

“Dr. Stewart, right?” he asked.

I nodded. “Ethan.”

“Roderick Hamilton,” he greeted. “I’m gunning for a Louisiana State Senate seat. I’m sorry that we were not formally introduced. Sometimes Alexandra likes to take things into her own hands so much that she forgets to be the woman I taught her to be.”

It didn’t surprise me that he didn’t realize that we’d met a few times before when he’d stopped by to check on Alexandra at the office. The practice, although very successful, wasn’t flamboyant or extravagant. A place with too many lights or bright colors could actually be harmful for the children that I served. If it had been the type of place to accurately reflect my net worth, I was certain that I would have made his list of people worthy of knowing.

He extended for a handshake. Some of Alexandra’s stickiness still lingered on my fingers and I smiled internally as I shook his hand. I took Roderick for the type of man who would find the natural aspects of a woman’s body disgusting in favor of some false sense of decency. The kind of man that would turn up his nose at the thought of tasting a woman’s essence on his tongue. It was no wonder why I was currently fucking his woman, and even that admission didn’t bring forth any secretly hidden guilt.

“Pleasure,” I answered.

“I’m sure that Alexandra has told you all about me by now,” he said, grinning. “She has a tendency to talk about me quite a bit once you get her going.”

I nodded again. “Yes. Once you get her going…”

A breeze flitted through the few feet between us, wafting a brief pause into the conversation. I got the sense that he was not a man of few words unless trying to skirt around a particular issue or topic, so I decided to relieve him of his discomfort.

“Something you want to ask me?” I asked. “You seem like you have a question. Is this about your campaign?”

He looked to the patrons standing behind me waiting in line for their cars to be presented to the front by the valet. “No. It’s about Alexandra.”

I didn’t make a comment, but folded my arms across my chest to give him my attention.

“Even if it is to talk business, I would appreciate it if you did not put yourself in a position where you find yourself alone with her,” he warned. “Because of my campaign, I am being heavily scrutinized by the public and the optics of the woman that
will
be my future wife with a single, playboy doctor would not bode very well for my image.”

As much evolution as we as humans can claim, there was still a part of us just as primal as the more nescient beings that walked among us. That feral urge was oozing from my pores as I listened to this man be more concerned about his image when his woman was alone with another man, than what she could possibly be doing with said man. I also didn’t get the sense that he was so trusting of Alexandra that he didn’t care what my intentions were; his ego simply eclipsed his judgment. He probably couldn’t fathom her ever wanting anyone other than him, but just because a woman didn’t want an overly jealous man didn’t mean that she didn’t want someone who acted as though, in her, he had something precious to lose.

I turned my body slightly. “Playboy doctor? Have a good evening, Mr. Hamilton.”

He took a step forward. “Excuse me?”

“Problem?”

“Yes, I have a problem. I just told you to avoid finding yourself alone with my woman and you didn’t acknowledge my request.”

“Maybe I don’t agree to your request.”

He stopped, taken aback. “Just who the hell do you think you are?”

“Google me.” I was being an arrogant little shit, but this man rubbed me the wrong way. If there was one thing that I was proud of, it was the fact that even as the name Ethan Stewart had gained prestige over the years, it never changed my outlook. Without the experiences that had shaped my childhood, I would have never accomplished as much as I did. Denying that seemed like killing a part of my existence.

Roderick was a man who assumed that because he’d come from generations of wealth, anyone he encountered who couldn’t say the same was equivalent to the rubber soles on his shoes.

“Stay away from my woman,” he threatened.

I smiled. “Have a good evening, Mr. Hamilton.”

Without having to give him my ticket, the valet pulled my car up to the curb. I thanked him with a hefty tip and sped off down the road, the situation with Roderick already forgotten.

By the time
I pulled into my garage, my thoughts were again hijacked by Alexandra.

I wish that I could say that thinking about her constantly was becoming something of a nuisance, but I enjoyed the hell out of it. I’d gone from everyday fantasies to something that seemed like a compulsive preoccupation, and I still wasn’t quite ready to float back down to the grasp of normalcy just yet.

I tossed my keys on the kitchen countertop and strode through the dark house, refusing to stop until I’d made it all the way to the master bathroom. I turned the shower lever to the coldest temperature that I knew my body could withstand before stripping off my clothes and jumping beneath the stream. My dick, now freed from the confines of my boxers, stood rock hard and warming the cold pellets of water that were actually supposed to be soothing it. Offing myself in the shower wouldn’t be enough; I needed a warm body.

Caitlin.

She loved our heavy sessions of no-strings sex probably even more than I did and with the Alexandra situation still unclear, if this was how my body was going to react to mere thoughts of her, then Caitlin wasn’t a bridge that I was ready to burn.

I pushed back the shower door and then froze. Alexandra was standing in the middle of my bathroom completely naked, her nipples beaded.

“I know you’re probably wondering how I got in,” she began. “Well, I —”

“— don’t fucking care.”

I stepped out of the shower and pulled her into my arms. My lips were on hers in seconds and I hoisted her into the air, wrapping her legs around my waist. We maneuvered into the shower and I pressed her against the tiled wall, using it for support as I traveled from her lips to her neck to her breasts. I loved the weight of her breasts in my mouth and the way her nipples responded to me. I loved the sound of her moans even more, which were now quiet gasps that she tried to suppress. But, we weren’t in her office or behind kitchen doors. We were in my home. Screaming was encouraged.

I slipped my hand down to her pussy and cupped it. Warmth emanated into my palm and I parted her slit with my fingers before burying them inside of her. My cock throbbed when I felt her squeeze my fingers, and that same primal, unevolved instinct was pleading with me to lower her down right onto my dick. Skin to flesh. Physically, she belonged to someone else but I knew that a part of her belonged to me. It had to. She’d shown up outside of my shower door stark-ass naked just wanting to fuck me. A sane woman wouldn’t do that. She was going just as crazy as I was. We were in tuned to each other and I didn’t care how or when it happened. I was willing to admit, however, that I never thought someone as sexually reserved as Alexandra could have ever been my match.

I started to pull my lips away from hers and she whimpered slightly while tugging on the back of my head to keep them joined together. The grin that broke out onto my face came suddenly and unexpectedly, and from a place that dodged every erotic pleasure center in my brain.

She ran the tip of her tongue along the inside of my mouth before pulling away. Despite my best efforts, the stream from the shower had completely saturated her hair, but she didn’t seem to care. I knew that wet hair would mean hours of styling later, so I made a mental note to offer to pay for a salon visit since the onus was on me. But, studying her face as she watched me at that moment was…cute.

Cute
, wasn’t a word that I used often, but it fit.

I secured her legs around my waist, stepped out of the glass shower enclosure, and walked our naked bodies to the bedroom. I placed her on top of the comforter, not giving a damn about how drenched it would get, and kissed her again. This time, I kissed her a bit more slowly, ensuring that I relished in every delectable corner of her mouth. I parted her legs, my fingers seemingly always pointing north into her pussy and gently pinched her clit. She sucked a quick breath of air into her lungs and I extended my finger deeper into her pussy until her hips lifted and she rocked into it. I was ready to taste her, but she stopped me when she noticed where I was headed.

“Actually…wait.” She grabbed my head and pulled it back up. “Wait.”

I touched a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to do something. Something to you.”