The Heir to the Alpha

Scarlett

Christopher placed the cell phone on the bedside table and hovered his body over me, with both hands resting on either side of my head, and I stared at him with wide eyes, not really understanding what had just happened. He then supported himself with just one hand, and with the other he held my face and lightly rubbed his thumb on my cheek, like a caress, and then he said, looking deep into my eyes.

"You know you deserve so much more than that, don't you?" He asked me and I felt something inside me twist, as if I wasn't sure about that. "Scarlett, you deserve someone who treats you like the biggest priority in their life, like the perfection that you are, promise me you will always remember that!" The second sentence came out as an order, but I couldn't say it. "Promise me!" He repeated it and my chest filled, and it became clear as water.

"I promise!" I exclaimed and he smiled, before getting up and going to the bathroom, I saw through the glass walls Christopher turning on the shower and placing his naked body under the water, and for a few seconds I enjoyed the sight of each droplet running down his sculpted body, the memories of the night before consumed me and I felt my excitement increase immediately.

I didn't even think when I got up, pulling the sheets around my body, as I walked to the bathroom door I saw his silhouette above the water vapor, and the entire air smelled of him, it was so strong that it made me sigh.

"Come in." The short and firm sentence came out like an order, and I obeyed, I released the sheet and walked slowly to the shower door, which Christopher opened for me, the steam enveloped our bodies, and I felt hugged, but his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me until our bodies collided and his lips found mine, enveloping me in a kiss that left me breathless. He pushed me until I collided with the shower wall, pressing me against the glass while his mouth went to my neck. He sucked the thin skin beneath my ear, making me moan, and he took his time as he worked his way down, kissing every inch of my body, my collarbone, my shoulders, the middle of my breasts, my nipples, down my abdomen, and he jumped my center making me gasp in anticipation, he went to my ankle, and slowly went up, when he reached the inner part of my thigh, he went to the other leg, and went up slowly, the trail of pleasure that his mouth provided It was making me delirious. At that moment I forgot how to breathe, my breaths were small gasps without synchronization, and when his mouth wrapped around my clitoris I moaned loudly, which made him increase the intensity even more, it was as if with Christopher nothing was enough, I always wanted more and needed more. He continued sucking and making circular movements with his tongue and my hands went to his hair, holding the strands tightly between my fingers as I came and screamed at the same time that my legs weakened. Christopher was quick to hold me, as he climbed up, I was out of breath and without strength, but he just smiled.

"I could hear you moaning all day long." He whispered in my ears with me in his arms, I smiled, pulling away slightly when I recovered. My hands slowly went down his body, and I saw his breath catch in his throat, the idea came into my head and I even thought about feeling ashamed, but not with him, with him it was natural, as if we had already done this for thousands of years. times, for thousands of lives. When my hands wrapped around his dick, Christopher grunted, growled, and I knelt, raised my gaze and he looked at me with adoration, I wanted to record that scene forever in my mind. I wrapped my lips around the tip, while my hands held the base and my head moved back and forth, Christopher moaned, and that was the sweetest melody to my ears, he placed his hand on my jaw, I knew that he was close, but then he pulled me up, and turned me on my back in one movement, one of his hands held my neck and the other went straight to my clitoris, while he positioned himself and penetrated me from behind, the first thrust was slow, careful as if he enjoyed every inch that filled me, and then they became rhythmic at the same time as he stimulated me and it became too difficult to hold back, and again we came together, the moans were synchronized, and I never felt so much pleasure and peace in my life.

After I recovered again, he still soaped me all over my body, and I never felt so wanted and cared for in my entire life. Christopher came out before the shower and I finished my shower, when I turned off the water and opened the shower door, he had left a white towel and a fluffy robe for me to wear. I dried off and then snuggled into the soft robe and put the towel over my hair when I went to the bedroom.

He was only wearing black running shorts and was on his cell phone. On the now-made bed, he had a white t-shirt and one of his underwear.

"For me, you can stay naked as long as you want...But if you feel more comfortable, I separated some clothes, if you want you can take anything from the closet too." Christopher said looking up from his cell phone and smiling.

"This is great," I said, taking the towel off my head and running my finger through my hair, I removed the robe and put on his t-shirt and underwear while I felt his warm gaze on me. "I'll give it back to you later."

"No need, in fact, I think I'll give you my entire wardrobe, my clothes look much better on you," Christopher said, throwing his cell phone on the bed and pulling me by the waist for a hug. I smiled, I couldn't contain my smiles around him. "Listen, I asked for brunch to be brought to my room, but after lunch, I need to go out, I have a trip to the Council that has been scheduled for months, and..." He looked away, it seemed difficult, a delicate matter.

My father had talked about the trip, we didn't know exactly why, but from Christopher's expression, it was something very delicate.

"I know about the trip, my dad and brother can't stop talking about it," I replied smiling and trying to pull his face to look at me again. "There's something wrong?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I booked this trip to talk about the South, we have been suffering physical and political attacks from them for a long time, but at the same time they are my family, I didn't want to have to get to that point." No matter how much I held his face, his gaze still shifted.

"Hey," I called out and he finally looked at me, but I wasn't prepared for the intensity of the immensity of his blue eyes. "You're a great Alpha, with an incredible character, if you've reached this point, it's because it was necessary. Being a leader sometimes means acting against our will for the best of a nation." I said looking deep into his eyes, and Christopher received every word.

"You speak like a leader." He said in a whisper before kissing my forehead. "Thank you for that." Now he held me tight and whispered against my ear. "I'll need to travel, but I'll miss you."

What?

Was the Alpha saying he would miss me?

How did this scenario change so much in less than 24 hours?

Time... Wait, what time is it?

I quickly pulled out of his embrace with wide eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked worriedly, I let go of the hug and went to my cell phone.

"I don't know for sure, 10:00? Why?" He asked me genuinely worried.

"I don't know if I have a shift or a clinic today and..." I said as I started to search for my mother's contact information between conversations, and I sighed with relief when I read that it only started at 2:00 pm. "Thanks, Goddess, I start at 2:00..."

"What? Your boss is your mother." Christopher said laughing. "It's not like she's going to suspend you for missing a shift."

"That makes things harder, not easier. I have double the pressure because I'm her daughter..." I said, putting down the cell phone again.

"Well, I understand the pressure to meet parents' expectations too..." Christopher said, sighing, and I understood why.

His father was an incredible Alpha, humane to his people while being unbeatable in territorial wars. Christopher was born with the pressure to at least measure up to him.

"Well, from an outsider's perspective so far, I think you're doing a great job," I said approaching.

"Thanks." He responded with a smile, the kind that made your legs weak.

But he was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door, Christopher went to answer it, and it was a picnic basket with brunch items, he took it to the bar counter, served two glasses with mimosas, and took out some bread, croissants, fruit, and jams.

"I love croissants," I said too loudly, excited about my favorite baked item. That got a laugh out of him.

"These are yours then." Christopher caught up with me.

We ate together, sitting on the couch, and it was almost bizarre how comfortable we were in each other's presence. After eating I knew he needed to go soon, I wiped my lips on the napkin, suffering in anticipation of having to be away from his company.

"I'm going to take you home, okay?" He said helping me get up from the couch and I just nodded yes.

I grabbed my dress and my sandals and he gave me some slippers so I wouldn't go barefoot, but we laughed together at the fact that the slippers were twice the size of my feet. We went down the side stairs, this time he took the keys to a Jeep Cherokee and drove to my house, but before I could make any move to leave, he placed one of his hands on my legs.

"I'll miss you while I'm away, but I'd like to see you when I get back. Is that okay?" He asked looking deep into my eyes.

This was really happening?

I just nodded with a smile, and he smiled too, kissing me afterward, and the taste of his lips seemed even more intense, I suffered in anticipation knowing that it would go days without feeling it again.

I got out of the car, but it was like a piece of my heart was left there, I watched the car turn around and leave, and only then did I start to pray for no one to be home, that would be even harder to explain. My father and brother wouldn't be there, but the chance of my mother being there was there.

I opened the front door, and unlocked it, I tried to escape through the living room to the stairs when a voice cut me off.

"Scarlett?" It was Brisa's voice. What was she doing here?

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