Alpha's Fallen Angel

Me and Roman have very different definitions of what a cottage is. This looked like a fairy godmother’s mansion. It was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t a cottage. It was a gorgeous light stone house, it did have that cottage feel to it with its triangle shaped entrance, but it was…exquisite. I could see the garden wrapping around the entire house, stopping only at the porch. Different kinds of trees surrounded the property, but my favorite was the willow tree in the front yard. The porch was adorned in different plants, some hanging, some potted on the ground, and others from the garden that grew onto the porch. I must have looked starstruck because Roman laughed before he scooped me up again, and walked towards the front door.

“This was my mom’s house originally before she moved into the packhouse. She loved gardening, I always thought maybe she was part witch. After she died, I had one of my earth witches, Paloma, come and help out with bringing the garden back to life. I don’t have much of a green thumb, so the gardeners now keep up with it, although they don’t have to do much because of Paloma’s powers.” he says to me as he opens the front door.

“I don’t have a green thumb either, in fact I kill any plant I bring into the house. But I still love the way they look and the life they bring to a room or house.” I respond as I jump to my feet and look around. I can tell only the outside has been updated, the kitchen looks older, but loved. I imagine a young Roman’s mom sitting on the kitchen bar stools, waiting for breakfast as a child. The living room has a sectional and a flat screen but the older floral wallpaper and light pink carpet are a giveaway to its age. I walk towards the sectional, it would be nice to watch a movie or something while we snuggle.

“What was your mothers name?” I ask him, I can see pictures of a small girl on the living room wall, school pictures that start with a young child with bright blue eyes, like Roman’s, that then graduate to a beautiful tan woman with brunette hair, too long to capture in the picture, a small button nose and sharp cheekbones.

“Darcy. She was an only child, and my grandparents adored her. You’ll find pictures of her all throughout the house, they both died about a year before she did. My father never rented out their house, and I’ve kept everything the same other than a few upgrades for general comfort here and there.” he says

“She was beautiful” I murmured, looking at one of her pictures on the coffee table right by the sectional.

“That she was,” he says.

I imagine my own birth mother, I wonder what she looked like? I wonder if I looked like her? What was her personality like, her likes and dislikes? I close my eyes, feeling my heart squeeze. I would never know her, she gave her life for me and I didn’t even have a picture of her to look at. Roman grabs me and pulls me down to the couch with him. Not expecting it, I let out a yelp as I crashed into his hard chest.

“Lets watch a movie” I say, diverting my thoughts. Grabbing the remote, I open netflix and start to scroll through my options. I grin when I land on Titanic, and press play

“No! Anything but this” Roman groans while I stifle a laugh

“Too bad! I said I would make you watch it, and now I’m doing just that.” I say laughing.

We watch the movie, Roman occasionally grumbling about how dumb it is, but I just laugh. I’m hardly even paying attention anyways, I’m more focused on the sparks that dance across my skin and how mouthwatering he smells. About halfway through the movie, he starts grinding himself against me. I try to stop him and tell him to watch the movie but I can’t deny I want him. His hand slides between my legs and starts rubbing against my pussy and I lose all my senses, only focusing on him.

He growls when he smells my arousal and flips me over, my back hits the couch and his lips are on mine. His hands are teasing the waistline of my leggings, but he doesn’t pull them down. Instead, they travel under my shirt up to my breasts. I breathe heavily as they travel back down and he finally pulls my pants down. He gets off the couch and kneels before me, pulling me to the edge and spreading my legs so I’m bared to him.

He teases me, kissing up my thighs and over my pussy lips, but not touching where I want him, no, need him to touch. I try and push his head down, but he laughs and looks up at me

“Patience, Little Devil” he says before he goes back to teasing me.

I take in a sharp inhale when he finally kisses my clit, my hips buck but his arms go to my waist and push me back down. He moves up kissing my waist and I growl at him. Finally, finally, I feel his hot tongue run over it. I moan as he latches onto it, licking and sucking like a man starved. I grind onto his face as I see stars, moaning his name like a prayer. With his tongue still swirling around me, he pushes two fingers into me and I have to stop myself from exploding all over him. No, not yet, I need this to last. He starts pumping his fingers inside me and I moan louder, moving my hips to meet his thrusts before his other arm goes across my waist, effectively shoving me back down. It only takes another couple minutes of his skillful tongue dancing along my clit and his thick fingers fucking me before I feel myself clench around him, yelling his name I’m pushed violently over the edge. He doesn’t stop until I push him away, unable to take anymore. And then, he grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder while I squeal.

“Hey you big fucking brute put me down!” I yell at him, but he just smacks my ass in return and I growl at him. We reach whatever room he is taking me to and he throws me down on the bed before crawling on top of me.

“Do you think you can just manhandle me? What the fu-” I start to yell at him but I’m cut off when he pulls my shirt up and starts sucking and nibbling on my nipples

I moan but he just laughs

“What was that you were saying?” He says and I glare at him before pushing his head back into my breasts. In an instant, he flips me over and puts his hand on the back of my neck, pushing me into the bed.

“Do you trust me?” He says huskily

“Yes.” I say, not missing a beat.

He steps away from me and I hear him rustling around before he comes back up to me. He grabs my wrists, and ties them together. My breath hitches as he brings my ass into the air, pushing my knees under me and ties my ankles together. I can feel my wetness leaking out of me, knowing I’m completely at his mercy. But he’s not done, his hands pull my hair back before he shoves something soft and silky in my mouth, and a blindfold over my eyes. I focus on the feel of his hands as they run all down my body, with my sight gone all my other senses are heightened and I’m turning into putty in my mates hands. That is until the palm of his hand connects with my ass cheek and I jump. I go to protest but then remember I can’t speak. He smacks me again on the other cheek, but brings his hands to both sore spots, letting the sparks wash away any pain. He repeats this a few more times, leaving me a panting mess.

Out of nowhere, he grabs my hips and rips me to the edge of the bed and turns me around, I assume so I’m facing him. His hand twists in my hair as he pulls my head up roughly and he pulls whatever he has in my mouth out. I take in a sharp breath through my mouth right before I feel him press the tip of his cock to my lips. I instantly comply, opening my mouth up and taking as much of him in as I can. I suck my cheeks in and start moving my head up and down. I should feel dirty, but this only turns me on even more. Both of our walls are down and I can feel how turned on he is, and hear his grunts, only adding to my own neediness. I know he’s close when he grabs both sides of my head and starts slamming into my mouth. I choke as I feel him hit the back of my throat but he doesn’t let up, not that I want him to. I greedily take all of him in, not caring about how raw my throat feels or the tears stinging my eyes. When he pulls out of my mouth and shoots his cum on my face, mostly my mouth and chin I gasp for air.

He gives me a minute to breathe, running his hands through my hair softly, before he wipes my chin off with the silk cloth and shoves it back in my mouth. I feel the bed dip next to me and I wiggle my hips as I feel him come up behind me. I lean into him even more as he presses the tip to my weeping pussy before slowly thrusting in. When he starts thrusting, I go to grab the edge of the bed but I remember my hands are tied, leaving me no choice but to moan loudly. He picks up his pace, his hands on my hips, keeping me in place so I don’t slide off the bed. I try and move my hips to meet his thrusts but he smacks my ass again

“Stay still.” he growls. The sound of his voice makes my stomach tighten and when he reaches around and pinches my clit in between his two fingers, the tether snaps on whatever control I have left and an intense orgasm floods me. I’m still moaning once I come down from my high and I feel him pull out and toss me onto my back. His claws must have come out at one point because he slices the silk tie on my ankles and brings my legs around his waist before he sheathes himself back into me. My back arches as he resumes pounding into me at an ungodly speed. Before I know it and can control it, I’m coming again and this time he comes with me. He pounds into me one final time before I feel him shoot his seed inside me.

We’re both breathing heavily as he takes away my blindfold and pulls out the gag. He looks at me, and I must look a mess but I lean up to kiss him anyways. He unties my hands and they immediately go around him. We hold each other for a minute before he pulls back, resting his forehead on mine

“Was that okay?” he asks and I nod my head.

“That was…” I trail off, blushing and he just laughs

“Do you want me to run a bath?” he asks quietly and I smile

“Shower first, my face is all sticky.” I respond before pushing him off me and getting out of bed. I walk towards the bathroom, when I realize I have no idea where it is. He comes up behind me and leads me there.

My eyes widen when I see the massive jacuzzi style tub in the corner and he laughs.

“It doesn’t take a lot to make you happy does it?” he says kissing my cheek and I shake my head. He starts the shower and pulls me in once the water is hot. It’s a little smaller than ours and only has one shower head. When he goes to move me out of the water I raise an eyebrow at him

“Don’t even think about pushing me onto the cold side” I say

“What do you mean? You’ve had the hot water this whole time! My balls have goosebumps” he whines and I scrunch my nose

“Too bad!” I say, definitely not moving and he grumbles to himself before he gets out of the shower and I hear the bath start. I smile while I finish rinsing myself and step out. Instantly shivering at the cold air. Roman is standing over the bath, pouring something that smells like lavender into the water but I’m looking at his butt.

‘For a big muscular man, he kind of has a bubble butt’ I say to Tamisra who just giggles in return.

I wonder what her deal is? She’s barely talked to me all day. I get worried when she doesn’t say anything else but I would feel it if something was wrong with her, so I pushed the thought out of my head. I’ve been getting really good at just turning off my thoughts lately, given the amount I’ve had to do it.

I look down when I hear water sloshing. Roman settles into the tub and I follow suit, snuggling up to him as the water settles just above my shoulders. His arms wrap around me and I feel my eyelids start to get heavy. He yawns too, probably feeling my own tiredness that just hit me like a train. I’m practically purring as he runs his hands up and down my body gently in the water and kisses all over my shoulder and neck.

I must doze off at some point because I woke up to him saying my name.

“Come on baby, let’s get out and dry off and we can go to bed.” he says softly and I blink a bunch of times to wake myself up as he lifts himself out of the water.

I stand up, and he comes over to me, wrapping a towel around me and drying me off. I walk over to the sink, cursing when I realize I didn’t bring any of my own lotion or skin product. He laughs and pulls open the medicine cabinet and hands new bottles of all my own product to me.

“I had the omegas run and grab some when I decided I was going to bring you here,” he says. Goddess, you blessed me with the perfect man. Is he even real or is he just a figment of my imagination?

“They had to go into my room to see what you used, when they asked what brands I just said I don’t know, there’s one that looks like water, another that she pumps, and then a lotion looking one.” he says laughing. Ah, there’s the typical male response I was waiting for. I smile and laugh with him as I dump some toner onto a cotton pad

“Thank you”

Once I’m finished, we go back into bed and I snuggle up to him and let sleep take over.