Alpha Black

Author's Note:

This chapter is a little shorter, but hopefully you'll enjoy it just as much as the others ;) .

Alice Forrest

He approached me with the darkness of lust swirling in his eyes, the thought of him making me squirm and grind my legs together as I tried, and failed, to tame the arousal that was building up inside me.

His touch was soft, the skin on his hands felt smooth and careful as he skillfully unlaced the heeled shoes I wore. They fell from his hands, onto the floor, without a care in the world, his hands then making their way up my legs, he seemed to almost trace an unseen path up the muscles in my calves and thighs as he planted kisses along the way, inhaling the sent on my skin.

Battling with the hundreds of layers of the tulle skirt, he managed to secure it around my waist with one hand, as his over traced the entrance between my legs, pushing my underwear to the side. His thumb teasing me relentlessly, ever so softly, ever so carefully, never quite lingering long enough in any one place. I couldn’t stop my self if I wanted to, as I ground my hips onto his hand, hoping to feel more of his touch as a fire within me burnt ferociously.

I gasped has his mouth replaced his thumb on my clit, and I moaned and arched my back shamelessly as the fire within my snapped to a sudden chill, that made me shiver and shake as he brought me to a sudden and unexpected orgasm, that I didn’t know I was so close to. His attack slowed as he let me ride the wave of pleasure and the sounds of my panting filled the room.

But as soon as my breathing calmed down, he resumed his attack without mercy, nibbling and licking in all of the right placed, no man had a right to be this good. No one had ever made me feel this good before.

After another rippling orgasm he removed himself from between my legs and I lay on the bed defeated, I was unsure if it was the lightless room, but his eyes were black – something that once filled me with fear, I couldn’t help but reach up and grab him by his tie, pulling him into my arms.

I could get used to him wearing a tie, it made it easer to bring him into my embrace and he chuckled as he fell onto the bed on top of me. “I love you,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face, as he looked down at me.

The words made me blush and I tugged at his tie again, pressing him lips onto mine. His tongue slipped it was into my mouth and he fought me for dominance, which I happily conceded. With one arm holding himself above me, his other hand traced the edges of the dress bodice, tracing where the fine fabrics met my skin – his touch alone could have been enough to push me over the edge again.

I let my hands slowly unbutton his shirt as he hovered above me, kissing my lips with the utmost care and softness. The soft fabric of his shirt felt cool against the heat of my skin as my fingers fumbled with the buttons, I was that close to tearing it from his torso but unlike my mate, I had a respect for the cost of clothing.

He pulled his lips away from mine and his intense gaze burned into me, a smirk forming on his perfect lips, “let me help you with that,” he chuckled and his hand reached for his tie.

“No,” I said suddenly and with more vigour that what I had intended, making him throw me a quizzical glace.

“Don’t,” I added more calmly this time.

“Why not, my little mate?” he mused, realising the tie and tracing his lips along my jawline.

“So that I can do this,” I said smugly, grabbing his tie and forcing his lips onto mine.

I felt the goofy grin and a wash of happiness spread over him as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my body hard against his, deepening the kiss. I let my own arms wrap under his shirt and I let my hands wander and trace the muscles and bones that shaped his perfect body. Pulling at the collar of his shirt I stripped it from his torso, his arms unwinding from me as he allowed me to undress him.

Beginning my work on his belt, I let my hands find the cool mental that form the buckle and struggled more on this that the buttons, making a deep laugh build up in Nathaniel’s chest, “please, may I help you?” he begged, the lust still swirling in his eyes as he watched me.

The intensity of his gaze made my cheeks and neck flush, butterflies forming in my stomach. I nodded. Using one hand he swiftly undid the belt and pulled it out, chucking it careless onto the other side of the bed.

As he swooped back down to kiss me once more, I wrapped my legs around his torso and flipped him onto his back, the shock clear in his eyes as I let a small growl escape from my own lips.

The shock soon turned into humour as he let his hands trace my thighs before working their way over the skirt of the dress where he began to untie the corset backing of the dress. I pressed my chest against his own and let myself become engulfed in yet another passionate kiss, “you know,” he said between kisses. “All night,” he kissed me again, “I have been trying to figure out,” this time I kissed him, “how to untie,” he kissed me, “your dress.”

This time I couldn’t help but grin childishly as I kissed him, “you don’t seem to be struggling,” I said, noting that he was already hallway through unlacing the back.

“I spent a great deal of time thinking about it,” he admitted.

I let my hands tangle in his dark hair as he finally pulled the laces free, the bodice now flopping beside me as he tossed the lace to the floor, “I don’t think that was even a challenge for you,” I mused.

He grinned and found the hidden zip, freeing my waist and butt from the skirt. Bringing the skirt over my torso, it let my bare skin and breasts pressed against his god-like chest and sculpted abs.

“I like your underwear,” he said, grinning shamelessly as he traced the high waistline and full coverage they provided.

“I’m sorry, do you have a problem with them?” I said, sitting up and distracting him with my breasts that caught his gaze.

“Umm,” he stuttered, as he fell for my distraction.

“Do you have a problem with comfort?” I asked, pressing my elbows together, forcing my chest out more prominently.

“No,” he said slowly.

“Do you have a problem with practicality?” I said, leaning down slowly, letting my breasts hang over him seductively.

“No,” he replied, letting his hands work their way up from my waist, caressing the side of my breasts with his thumb brushing over my erect nipple.

“So, what don’t you like about my underwear?” I asked.

He smiled and looked up at me, “that you’re wearing them,” he shrugged, and he pushed my back down, driving his mouth onto my breast where he sucked desperately on my nipple. Leaving one hand in place to keep me unmoving, the other pinched and pulled at my other breast.

Taking power, he rolled me over, pushing me back into the pile of pillows. Pulling himself from me, he looked down at me and cocked his head slightly as he let his eyes wander up my body. Unzipping his pants, he somehow managed to effortlessly fling them across the room as he took them off – his underwear following close behind.

I seemed to catch him by surprise as he turned back to face me at the same moment, I let my hand rap around the warm, length of his member. I didn’t hesitate to let my fingers run the length of his member, my hand falling below his balls and my nails gazing their way back up. I couldn’t help but smirk as he shivered at my touch and the groan of pleasure was worth it as I slip his length into my mouth.

On of his hands entangled itself in my hair, as I bobbed up and down on his length, the room now filling with his moans of pleasure. His was already hard when I started, but he swiftly grew more sensitive and firmer as I plunged his length into the back of my throat. I pulled him out of my length as his legs began to quiver and he fell back against the bed defencelessly, this time using my hand I teased his head mercilessly as I pumped his length until climax.

I almost laughed at his reaction as he looked down at me with a combination of amusement, awe, and love. “Perhaps we should take this to the shower,” he said, gesturing to the mess he had made on his abdomen.