The Alpha's Desire 2 (10 page)

“They’re out there now?” I exclaimed.

“I sure as hell hope so. Don’t focus on them, focus on me, my touch, my kisses.”

Obeying, the tension eased a bit with more sure footing. However, in seconds, it ramped up again, but in a completely different way. Sliding his hand from my butt to my neck, he bent me forward until the water rushed down my back. Placing my hands on the wall under the shower head, he tugged on my hips, pulling my ass out toward him. Water sloshed over it, creating an erotic trickle between my thighs to move over my pulsing pussy again.

“Perfect,” he moaned.

I giggled, “Funny, just moments ago I thought the same about you.”

“We are a perfect pair, then,” he challenged, but when I didn’t bite, didn’t reply, he continued, “Stay just like that, my love. I can’t get enough of that ass.”

I know just what you mean
, I thought as his hand fell down on my cheek.  The sound of his palm against the water and my skin sent a pulse through my entire being. I moaned out loud, careless of volume or how wanton I sounded. I wanted more. He made a sound himself, a two syllable, if you will, fluctuation going from low to lower, one that acknowledged my pleasure and promised more.

I couldn’t help but to tighten my cheeks and wiggle them a bit in anticipation.

“Hold on, baby,” he growled.

His hand landed on my ass again, this time harder. The water not only made the sound more enticing, but it made the feeling more erotic. My toes curled into the wash cloth I stood on as he rained down more spanks. The intensity increased in subtle increments as he continued. As the first inklings of pain grew, the more my core knotted and my pussy throbbed to have him.

“Damn, the way you like that,” he grunted. “It makes me rock hard.  And, between the hot water and my hand, your ass is a beautiful shade of red.”

He paused a minute as if appreciating it. I bit my lip not to say anything as I willed my body not to move, not to push back against that erection. I hadn’t looked either, but I knew full well what it looked like. Unable to control myself, though, I twisted my upper body and strained my neck until I could see it, red, skin all shiny, and dripping wet.

“See something you like?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” I muttered.

I was thanked with a powerful slap across my hot cheeks. “Shit, you’d think I could orgasm from just that alone the way the pleasure ripples through me, taking its cues from the sting of the pain.”

“I’m not hurting you? You’d say something if it got to be too much, right?” he rushed out the words.

“Are you kidding me? Yes, I would say something, but no, you are hurting me in the best way possible. I’m going crazy with need, here.”

“Are you then,” he questioned as he slipped a finger between my thighs.

First he traced over my outer folds, each touch making my breath hitch. Then he wiggled just one finger in between them.  My sigh of pleasure took on more of a scream quality. Whatever it was, I couldn’t stop the rush of sounds that came from me as he wiggled one finger and then another inside me.

“You want more?” he asked.

I nodded, breathing heavy, biting my lip over the next cry.

“You want me?”

I nodded again.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me exactly what it is that you want, what part of me you want where.”

I swallowed hard before getting out in a strained voice, having lost the touch of his fingers, “I want your cock inside me.”

Luckily, the heat from the shower masked the blush those words spoken out loud brought to my cheeks. He raised up my right leg until my foot rested on the side of the tub, planted securely in the front left corner. My other foot still on the washrag, he pulled my hips back until I could feel his head at my opening. He must have bent his knees to achieve this as I felt the brush of some part of his leg against my thighs.

“This what you want?” he asked.

“Yes,” I croaked. “Please.”

Pushing into me proved a touch difficult at first, given his wetness from the shower, but soon my own natural lubrication, plentiful after that spanking, eased him in. By the time he was in all the way, I could feel his stomach pressing against my heated butt checks. As he moved in and out, it was like getting a gentle spanking as he took me. The skin so sensitive that even the hit of his skin against mine brought it all back, the glorious sensations of pleasure riding on pain.

Who knew?
I though before I lost all power to think. My inner walls clenched around him as if pulling him in tighter as he thrust. That magical spot deep inside me sent the first ripple of contractions through my stomach. My head fell with the first wave, and then I literally shattered around him. As my muscles heated and relaxed, I found I had to concentrate on standing.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m happy to have that effect on you, but I’m sure you are getting tired of standing here. And, I need a condom to finish. Let’s get out of here.”

I nodded, and he reached around me to turn off the water. Sliding open the door took concentration, but I reached for the towel I had gotten out for him and then for my own that hung on the towel bar. We both dried ourselves at first, fighting the cold. He brought his towel up to dry the hair that dripped down my back before he wrapped his towel around my shoulders.

“Come on,” he urged, helping me step out of the shower.

He grabbed my robe, replacing the towel with it and then quickly wrapping the towel around his own waist.

“Listen, just close your eyes, and I will guide you to the bedroom,” he instructed.

“Why, because of the wreckage or the cleaners?”

“Hopefully both, by now. They are professional and won’t so much as turn a head. They’re just in and out, getting a tough job done and done well.”

I shook my head at him, but closed my eyes. He guided me out. My ears perked up at the sounds coming from the living room, the rustling of feet and the sound of who knows what being drug. Placing it out of my mind, I just let him guide me, only opening my eyes when I heard my bedroom door close. He moved fast to turn on the radio on my alarm clock.

Lex started to sing along almost immediately to the Seal song already at the chorus, “
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah, now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the gray.”

He stopped only when he went for a condom from my drawer. “Get out of that robe and crawl under the covers. I’ll meet you there in a second.”

I did as he asked, a habit I’d come to love as much as I loved directing him and having him obey me.

“I love to hear you sing,” I sighed. “Hearing you makes me a star-struck pre-teen watching a boy band live. Only, without all the screaming. I keep that inside my head.”

“Well, thank you for the compliment, and thank you for not screaming.”

Once he crawled under the covers with me, the heat from the shower encircling us both, he took to making slow, gentle love to me, practically to the beat of every song that came on the radio. I had it on one of those radio stations that said something about being the lighter side of rock or something. That pretty much meant a bunch of sappy loves songs, perfect for mood and beat.

I felt like one of those girls in those erotic romance novels, only I had the soundtrack going, as well. I’d gotten my punishment, and now my master made love to me. Guess that genre of books suddenly made more sense to me. Before, they’d only served as a pre-cursor to lonely nights, with only a dildo to do me. I may have squirmed at the spanking scenes then, but I figured in real life it wouldn’t be so much of a turn-on. How wrong my innocent ignorance had been.

Our limbs tangled around each other. He moved gently in and out while placing kisses over my face and neck. At times, our lips met, and his tongue worked its way into my mouth. I gave into the heat and passion of it, letting the love, the magic, whatever tingled over my skin, have its way with me. In time, we came together, clinging to each other as our gasps, and cries even, became one.

For the rest of the afternoon, I knew while the cleaners worked, we lounged in bed talking, touching, and making love again. Lex even went out at one point and brought in a simple sandwich and a sliced-up apple from the fridge, along with two bottles of water. Somehow, in all of it, my stomach had given up on wanting food. But, once it growled, it wouldn’t let up, and so he’d gotten up to get us something. He wouldn’t hear of me going out there, too. He put on sweats and a t-shirt of mine to go ask the cleaners for the clothes he’d requested they bring him.

We ate and we chatted.

“You guys must go through a lot of clothes,” I teased, seeing the bag he’d brought back in with him.

“Yeah, our wardrobe changes a bit. People think I have all kinds of money, as I’m pretty much always in something different, new.”

“I thought they didn’t attack that much?” I asked.

“Well, maybe they do a little more than I let on. I under-exaggerated, if you will. Plus, sometimes they are just playing with us, and all we lose are our clothes.”

“Nice of them,” I huffed. “Of course, I could tell from the one that turned that they were real class acts. Just got that immediate impression. So, what do you think happens now,” I asked, once again snuggling under the covers in his arms.

“What do you mean?” he played dumb.

“I mean with the wolves. You said that that wasn’t the last of them, so what happens next? Plus,” I continued daringly, as if I’d just put it together on my own, “won’t the royals now know that you exposed yourself to me? What happens then?”

“I know you listened in on my conversation, Christina,” he teased. “I have the ears of a wolf even in human form. I was just waiting for you to confess and ask your questions.”

“That’s so wrong,” I mumbled.

“Maybe. Anyway, we don’t know how to proceed, or they don’t, at least. The other wolves have never gotten so close. Maybe they’ve just gotten bolder, just as we are all worried as to the why of that. They’ve threaten the humans as they attacked us before, but they never got past us to show themselves to the humans. They’ve showed themselves in these last attacks, which meant that, as protector, I had no choice but to reveal myself, just as the others had to. Guess you also gathered that you are not the only human in your bloodline that they’ve revealed themselves to in this round of attacks.”

“Yeah, I got that from the word ‘global’. Were all the attacks recent?”

“Yes, all tonight, in fact. The Royals are beside themselves. They don’t know what to do with all of the information coming in as to what happened.  That’s why my phone call took so long. They were filling me in, as well. Sadly, the bigger problem is that no one yet knows why the attacks have changed in style and in magnitude, and in veracity. No one knows what the werewolves will do next.  Even the Royals don’t know what they will do now. A rule was broken, but for the greater good. It could either work in our favor or against us. We are in unchartered territory here, so I don’t exactly know how it plays out. I’m just waiting for further instruction.”

“What if they take you away from me?” I asked, not hiding the pitch of panic in my voice.

“For right now, I told them, as you well know, that it was best that I stay. I fear that the idea behind the bold attacks was to get the protectors out of the picture, have them go back to report, and leave you unattended, or with some stand-ins. Maybe they figure that if the best of use are with the Royals they can find some weak links to get to one of the bloodline. Or, shit, maybe they planned to attack all of us, including the Royals. Although, before, they didn’t know where they were located.”

“What if that is the change? What if they now know where the Royals are?”