A Weekend With The Alpha

The semester which began not so long ago was almost in the middle now. The days were flying, and I was barely keeping up. This time last year, I was the sole guardian of my son Zion, with a little help from Diyas parents, and yet I had my life under control. Now I had Aaron and his siblings, Lionel, Diya and her family helping with him, and yet I barely had anythi under control.

Well, last year you didn't have the man you call Aaron on your mind and body now and then, and you also weren't aiming at a PhD.

True to that, but I wish I could get everything in check. Now I felt like a clumsy mother whose only care in the world was giving her boyfriend an 0****m anywhere and everywhere.

The s*x was great and despite having told Aaron it was the last time the millionth time; it wasn't. He wanted me and I wanted him, and saying no to him wasn't an option.

In the last month, I noticed how his desire and cravings were when the full moon approached and, most times, I could barely keep up with them.

I was human and my stamina couldn't match any werewolf, much less an alpha, yet he couldn't get enough of me. I wore scarf around my neck most days because it was marked with love bites and marks, and the sight brought back memories. The search for a way out of Aaron's fate had begun for a month now and we remain optimistic every day about something positive. I also dedicated myself to my research in the werewolf lore and myth books available at the library. There were about four and the three I had bought had no mention of the curse of power in them. 1 still didn't give up. I had one more to go, and if I still had nothing, I'd keep searching.

I feel it in my guts that we are closer than ever to the aversion of this cruel fate and I had to keep the fate.

I got down from my car and headed for my office when my phone buzzed loudly. I reached for it in my bag and saw the caller ID as Tatiana.

“Hello”

“Hello, Zera. How are you?” her small voice came through.

“I'm good, and you?"

“Very good, Zera" she responded, and took a pause. “Are you still up for the picnic later today?” she asked with hope in h voice.

It was an arrangement for the Adams sibling to meet up and catch up. At the outing, we would get to tell each other abou our past week's experience. We had done it once since this month started and the first was a great experience which prompted us to organize the second. It was a family only and so I told Aaron when he asked if he could come two weeks ago that he couldn't.

Tatiana and I were now working on our relationship. It wasn't the best yet. still had unresolved feelings toward her, but she was my sister and I know it's what our father would have wanted. She was just a naive girl who thought she knew better. Lionel also supported our attempt at repairing burnt bridges and had joined us in ensuring that.

If Betty knew her children were getting over the past and working on a better relationship with each other, she said nothi to it. I didn’t put many minds on her, though. I forgave Tatiana for her past errors, but I wasn't sure I could do the same fo Betty. While my sister's only fault was thinking her life would be better with Owen, Betty did much worse. From putting m down to sabotage and putting all the blames in the world on me, especially after my father's death. Her words left scars that were still healing and I know she doesn't care or see the pain she caused and so I believe it was best to keep her far from me.

Tia told me Betty didn't support her decision to leave Owens even after proof that he had cheated on her multiple times came up. In Betty's words, no marriage was perfect, and she could work on making it better. Tia told me she felt hurt and abandoned and when she thought our mother would stand up for her, she didn't. Mother had always had her eyes on the Luxury Owens and his family could provide hers, and she ignored everything else. Tia now lived with Lionel, as she had nothing to fall back on after leaving Owens. We believe soon she would find her feet again.

“Yes, I remember, and I will be there” I pushed open the door of my office and there stood Aaron beside my chair, close t the window in a pair of blue suit and trousers, already waiting for me.

“Yes, I remember, and I will be there” I pushed open the door of my office and there stood Aaron beside my chair, close t the window in a pair of blue suit and trousers, already waiting for me.

He looked all dressed and ready for his day at the office. Ever since the Hart company officials moved over to the States last month, Aaron had not been involved in running it. He'd been more dedicated to his research and to finding a way out of his fate and the little time he had left he spent on me. Seeing him all dressed up was an alluring sight to see.

“Good, then.” She sounded excited. “See you there then, and have a nice day.”

“You too.”

I slipped my phone into my bag and approached my seat, where Aaron stood beside me. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my brow narrowed.

“I thought to see you after dropping Zion at school, but you don't look too happy to see me,” he said in a dramatically sac tone.

I was happy to see him, but he'd done things in the past that made me not want to see him before my first class begins. Things that had my legs up in the air and me moaning with my back on the desk.

I set it on the table and crossed my arms over my chest. “I am happy to see you. I'm not excited about it. I know what you want, and I'm not ready to give it"

A coy smile came onto his face. “What, then, do you think I want?”

“Me,” I answered blankly. I didn’t want to sound smug, but I knew what he wanted whenever he showed up unannounced like this, and he knew what I wanted whenever I did, too.

He grinned, and those damn dimples came into display.

“If you weren't on my mind all night, perhaps I wouldn't be awake wanting you and needing to come down here to see yo In conclusion, this is your fault” he accused.

I couldn't believe my ears, but this was Aaron, and I shouldn't feel surprised.

“I have a class by eight and I can't do what you want, sorry.”

He glanced at his wristwatch before turning to me with a hopeful look on his face. “We have twenty minutes,” he informe me.

“No shit we do. I have to revise and have all my facts straight before leaving for class. Last week you had me so disoriente I couldn't give the proper function of a heart!” I lashed out, remembering how awkwardly the student stared at me when kept mumbling instead of giving answers.

“It was a good 0***m though,” he said, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.

My eyes fluttered, thinking back to the feel of his tongue on me and how shaky my legs were after I came crashing from tf height. It took me a while to think straight and even walk. It was one of the best 0*****s I'd gotten from him, and knowing he had given me that with just his mouth gave me a gratifying feeling.

“Wasn't itz” he asked, and I snapped out of my thoughts to find him standing before me, his gaze locked on my lips.

I bit my lower lips and nodded. “It was," I answered.

He leaned in and took my Lips into his for a soft and mind-numbing kiss. I kissed back, and he deepened the kiss, snaking his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned.

His hands moved down and cupped my butt, pulling me against himself and I felt him throb against me, showing me how wanted I was.

I swallowed and let my hand slide down his fitted body and onto his belt. I fumbled with the buckle, and I soon had it undone. Then, I pushed down the trouser leaving on his boxer brief and I let my hand familiarise itself with the surrounding of his throbbing c**k over the boxer.

He moaned and pushed himself against me, his need growing. He wanted me, and I wanted him, too. I wanted to make hi feel good and desired. I slipped my hand into the boxer brief he had on and the already hard and needy member of my lover greeted me.

He drew a sharp breath and broke the kiss to stare into my eyes. His hazel eyes overshadowed the lustful flicker of red, h lips wet, rosy and parted to take in much air. The sight was not only glorious; it was enchanting. He didn't hide how I mad him feel, and that fueled my confidence.

“sit down,” I commanded, and he dropped into my seat for the very second. I settled between his legs soon after, my han wrapping around his hard member and stroking it lazily. I glanced at him, not wanting to miss the reaction his face gave. “This is what you want, big guy?”

He ran a shaky hand through his neatly arranged hair and nodded. “Yes, love, touch it so well”

I couldn't help my smile. I always loved it when he let go in my hands. He took control and care of me most time and so t little times 1 got to be in charge of his pleasure; I made the most of it. I tightened my grip around him and he hissed out, his eyes fluttering.

I leaned in and angled the head of his c**k so I could take it into my mouth, and I moaned when I took him in.

“F**k!” he cussed out and his hand came to grab me by my hair and then moved to settle at the back of my neck.

I relaxed my throat to take more of him into my mouth while still stroking him.

I felt him pulse in my mouth, and I knew he was getting closer with every bob of my head.

“l want to cum inside you, love” he panted, pulling his shiny c**k out and it made the pop sound.

He reached out and pulled me on top of him, so I straddled his waist. His right hand lifted my orange gown to give me much freedom and moved beneath us and moved my panties aside so he could feel and touch me the way he wanted. Hi fingers met with the wetness between my legs, and they aided the easy entrance of his fingers into me.

He pulled out and angled my waist up to move his hard length into me. We sighed, and he moved inside. I saw his eyes a he tried to hold off his release for a little longer while I rode him slowly.

“How much longer do we have?" I asked, panting out as I rose and fell to his length.

He glanced at his wristwatch, then turned to me with an unreadable look on his face.

I was certain we had spent over twenty minutes here, and I didn’t know how to feel about it. “Shit!” I cussed and began getting up.

“Don't get up!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide and desperate.

“How much longer?” I demanded.

“Five more minutes, he said, tightening his arms around my waist, and he began thrusting into me. My eyes rolled to the back when he hit my spot and he does it a few more times before I fell from the height of ecstasy.

We stayed still for more than a minute, trying to recover a little of our spent strength.

He still buried his length in me when he said, “Thank you."

I lifted my head off his shoulder to stare up at him. I kissed his parted lips before climbing off him. I adjusted my panties and pulled my gown down.

I beheld my face in the small mirror I picked out of my bag and once it was okay; I slipped it back into my bag.

“Have a nice day at work," he said still not bothered to move from the position where he had his release.

I smiled, “Thank you and you too”

He winked at me. “I already am.”