Alpha Black

Alice Forrest

I awoke to a strange smell in the apartment, it was nothing like the fresh smell that my mate left lingering, this one smelt different but just as comforting. I looked around my room, noting that the bedroom door was almost closed, for probably the first time since I’d moved in.

Crawling out of bed, I poked my head into the living room and saw a stranger sitting at my dining room table, chewing on the plastic straw from a takeaway drink. He was the same monstrous height as Nathaniel and wore a white t shirt and black suit pants, the suit shirt thrown over the back of his chair. His hair was long, almost touching his shoulders and a beach blonde, while his blue eyes sparkled but that was likely the reflection from the tablet screen he was looking down onto.

“You better put pants on if you’re coming out here,” he said removing the straw from his mouth and replacing it with a cold chip. “I don’t really want Nate killing me if he comes back and you’re half dressed.

I felt the blush creep up my chest as I looked down, finally noticing the lack of clothing. I glanced around my room and saw the shirt and pants neatly sitting beside the bed and hurried to put it on.

“Sorry about that,” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” he said, giving me a gorgeous smile that seemed to light up the room. “I’m Jamie by the way, Nate’s Beta,” he said holding out a hand and putting the tablet down.

“Ah, nice to meet you Jamie,” I replied, shaking his hand.

“How was your nap Luna?”

“Luna?”

“Well you are the Alpha’s Mate, that’s your title.”

I sucked on my cheeks and headed to the kitchen, taking the rum bottle off the counter, and taking a swig straight from the bottle.

Jamie sat staring at me in disbelief, a smile slowly creeping onto his face, “You know Alice, I think we’ll get along just fine,” he said leaning back in his chair and giving me another one of his dazzling grins.

“You were at the club with Nate, weren’t you?” I asked.

“I was,” he nodded.

“What were you guys doing there?”

“Nate could smell you, as soon as we got out of the airport. He made me drive all over town hunting you down, he was like a puppy.”

I almost spat out the rum I had just poured into my mouth, “what?”

“Yeah, you should have seen him, and then all he wanted to do when we did find you was watch you from afar. Talk about creepy right!” Jamie blabbed.

“How does Nathaniel feel about you telling me all this?” I laughed.

“I don’t think he’d care, especially not if you’re calling him Nathaniel. That he will care about,” Jamie said, shaking a disappointing fry in my direction.

“Why doesn’t he like it? I mean he told me that it’s the name of his dad and grandfather, but why?”

Jamie chewed on his tongue a little, “stuff it, you’ll find out eventually,” he said letting out a sigh and crossing his arms. “To be frank with you, Nate’s, er- ‘father figures’ are very aggressive men, they don’t deal with any nonsense and everything has to be handled correctly. Nate’s dad didn’t get handed the Alpha title until he was in his thirties, and even then, he had to relinquish it to Nate when he turned eighteen because of a war injury. So his father is very controlling and his grandfather is the same.”

“So?”

“He hates them, he tolerates them, but he hates them. Don’t get me wrong, they know how to handle a pack, be Alphas and CEOs, but they’re horrible parents. They raised Nate like a solider, he trained, studied and worked harder than anyone in the pack because he was the firstborn child of the Alpha.”

“What about his mum, the Luna?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows at the thought of Nathaniel’s intense childhood.

Jamie shrugged, “she’s lovely, a true diamond, same as the prior Luna. But you can’t talk shit to either of the retired Alpha’s, they’d try and kill you.”

“Try, is the key word I’m hearing here,” I laughed, sitting on the kitchen counter and taking another swig of rum, letting it warm me.

“I think Nate would kill them if they hurt you, he’s very protective of you now. But they’re super old school, they believe that a woman’s job is as a wife and a mother, most of the time. You’ll face that struggle a lot when you get back to our pack.”

“Ah, thanks for the warning,” I said, forcing a smile but screaming on the inside.

“Nate’s nearly back here,” Jamie said, locking the screen on the tablet.

As if on que, there was a rattle from the front door and it unlocked and Nathaniel sauntered in. Jamie and I watched curiously, as he walked into the room, looking exhausted and tired. He leaned up against the kitchen bench and took the bottle of rum, taking a couple mouthfuls and emptying it. Jamie and I looked at each other, and then at Nathaniel, in shock of what we were watching.

“Rough night Nate?” Jamie asked, placing the straw back in his mouth.

“You guys do realise it’s three, right?” Nathaniel said, running his hand through his hair.

Jamie looked down at his tablet, “Huh, you’re right.”

“What were you two talking about so late?” Nathaniel said with a yawn, his arm snapping around me and bringing me into a tight embrace.

“Oh, you know, just you,” I said trying to wrestle my way out of his arms.

“Oh?” he said, whispering into my ear, “you’re not going to escape this hug by the way.”

“Well I’m going back to my hotel,” Jamie said standing and stretching his arms above his head.

“It was wonderful to meet you properly, Luna Alice,” Jamie said, sending a wink my way.

Jamie quickly exited, closing the door and leaving me alone in Nathaniel’s embrace, the feeling of his warm breath on my neck, his strong arms tightly embracing me and his scent intoxicating my mind. His lips traced my jaw and neck and I squeezed my legs closed, feeling the arousal growing from his touch.

A smirk grew on his face, “what’s wrong, my little mate? You look uncomfortable.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out, and I instead gasped as his lips grazed nape of my neck as he brushed my hair aside.

“Are you lost for words?” he said, one of his hands, landing softly on my knee and grazing up thighs. His lips softly pressed against my own, and I felt the same electricity flow between us, the feeling of ecstasy and pure joy that I felt Friday night. I kissed him back, desperately.

His hands gripped my head, running fingers through my hair and down my jaw line, I was filled with fire that burned for him. I found my own arms embracing him and pulling him closer to me and he stood between my legs.

He whisked me off the bench and carried be into the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed, breaking away from the kiss we both gasped for air. He unbuttoned his shirt, and I felt like time slowed as he carefully released every button before tossing it onto the ottoman at the end of the bed.

“I missed your smell,” he murmured, pulling me into his chiselled chest and wrapping his legs around me as he inhaled deeply.

I didn’t want to admit that I missed his smell too, it waws almost comforting I felt like I was in a forest, surrounded by tall, towering, pine trees, a fresh breeze rustling the smaller branches, birds chirping and the sound of a river nearby. I snapped back into reality, Nathaniel had pushed me into my pile of pillows, ’tell me if you want me to stop,’ he purred through the mind link for the first time, his voice echoing inside my mind.

I heard my wolf howling inside me, she wanted him more than anything.

He removed my jeans for the second time tonight, this time with more ambition and determination and he ran his hands up one of my legs, planting kisses as he crawled up the bed towards me, his kisses flowing seamlessly up my stomach and pausing on my neck, “well, do you want me to stop?” he murmured, his voice smooth and seductive.

My voice was still lost, and his green eyes stared up at me, so I grabbed his head and pulled his mouth onto my own, kissing him passionately the fire igniting inside me. I felt him smile and a growl rippled from his chest, the passion burning. I could now smell the lust and arousal exploding inside him.

He pulled away and my shirt hit the floor, followed by his pants and socks, his belt making a loud thud. He lifted my hips and slid my underwear from my figure, and his lips grazed my inner thighs as he worked his way towards the heat growing inside me.

His warm breath was cool against my inner thighs and the lips of my vagina and I felt his gaze burning into me, making my stomach do summersaults. He ran his thumb down my core, it made me gasp and he only took my reaction as incentive to continue, diving in mouth first he consumed me. Hungrily he nibbled at my clit, and my back arched in reaction.

“Shit, Nate,” I gasped, clutching his hair in one hand and the bedsheet in another.

“There it is,” he purred, “I was wondering if you’d gone mute,” he snickered.

His head plunged back into core and he consumed me, slowly inserting a finger into my opening I gasped again, and he twisted and turned his finger inside me.

“Please,” I whispered, pulling his head from between my legs, “I need more.”

“What was that my little mate?” he asked his eyes flashing black with lust and I almost climaxed at his intense gaze. He worked his way up to me on all fours, “What do you want from me?”

He hovered over me, staring down into my eyes intensely, I ran my fingernails lightly down his chest, and down into his underwear, grasping the thick member that he had been blessed with. Rock hard and ready to go, his member was longer than the better half of my forearm, “this,” I whispered, mere millimetres from his lips.

A sly grin engulfed his face and his underwear seemed to fall down to his knees in a single motion and he took up place, kneeling between my legs. He ran his hands down my knees and carefully placed my waist in his hands, pulling me down the bed towards him. The head of his cock grazed against my vagina lips, it was smooth and warm as it plunged deep inside me in a single thrust.

A moan slipped from both of our lips before they collided in a hot mess of passion, his tongue slipping quickly into my mouth, I pushed my own tongue back against his and tasted the citrus that seemed to permanently linger on his breath.

Our bodies collided roughly, I was engulfed by the pure pleasure his thrusts inside me, feeling the friction of his length sliding in and out of my tight vagina, I moaned out his name each time he thrust into me, as if he was trying to penetrate me deeper and deeper.

His thrusts started to become more and more desperate, his cock reaching new depths and as he felt harder, bigger and thicker. A thin layer of sweat covered both of us, and I could feel beads of sweat roll down his forehead and drop onto my skin as the room quickly heated. We were both close to climaxing, yet I didn’t want the pleasure to stop, with my hands clinging to his back, clawing into his skin.

I was overtaken by waves of pleasure and I screamed out his name.