The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ITHRA’S POV

I returned to my room from dinner with Cole, escorted by two guards.

Dinner with Cole was painful. Listening to him yap about how I needed to be good to enjoy more of these ‘privileges’ with him made my stomach churn.

I sat there like a moron while he fussed over me like he didn’t beat me a while ago. I could feel my sanity dwindling the more I remained here. Much more than anything, I craved freedom.

Freedom that Cole has vowed never to give me. I was trapped in an insane nightmare that was my life. One would think I have suffered enough to experience peace but whoever wrote my story thought otherwise.

We arrived in front of my door and they opened it, silently urging me inside the dark room. I walked in and the door was shut and locked.

I sighed and felt the walls around me, looking for a light switch.

Soon enough, light flooded my room, or should I say – my prison and the first thing I saw was a dark shadow standing by my window. Startled, I blinked, grabbing a lamp by the side as I moved forward, ready to rid myself of any beast that thought I was up for grabs.

The shadow suddenly turned around and I was shocked to see it was a man. My eyes shot up, and I moved back, unable to believe what I saw.

“Ithra…” He breathed and the voice was the same – better even.

I shook my head, this has got to be a dream. There was no way it was him. There was no way he was standing before me, right in my room.

“Ithra…” He said again and this time, it sounded painful, hopeful and praying. “Look at me.”

I didn’t realise I had shut my eyes. He was mere inches away from me, his cold hands brushed my face and the sparks came alive. His eyes were a storm waiting to happen.

“Zadok?” I said, and when he swallowed, I felt everything within me breaking into a million pieces. “Zadok,” I whispered, breathing heavily as my body shook. “Is that you?” Tears dripped from my eyes as he covered my lips with his own in a slow, painful and torturous kiss.

I didn’t need any more proof. I let loose on him, feeling every inch of his body, as I kissed him like a woman starved. If this was a dream, then I never wanted to wake up.

“Ithra.” He repeated my name like a mantra like he couldn’t believe it, kissing me over and over until kissing couldn’t cut it.

His hands roamed my body, and so did his lips. Kissing every inch of me and chanting my name like he was hypnotised. Sparks danced on my skin as I let loose and offered myself to him. I belonged to him. He was mine.

My mate. My Zadok. Mine!

“Three years.” He said, kissing my neck so hard that it left a mark. “Three years I have waited.” He went down to my chest. “Mourned.” He tore my gown, revealing my undergarments. “Sorrowed…”

“I’m so sorry.” I breathed, “I lost my memory and I-” A tear dropped on my body and the tension was thick as thieves. “Zadok..” I cried silently, latching to him, unable to communicate using words.

“I can’t…” He said, stripping me naked with one powerful tear, and leaving me bare with my panties on. “Let me show you.” His eyes met mine, “Please…” I gave consent at the speed of light.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Zadok pushed me to the wall with a demanding kiss, my body ached, burned and begged for him. “I’ll show you.” His tone was determined, as he kissed a sweet spot at the side of my ears. “How much you mean,”

Blinded by desire, I stripped him of his clothes and his body against mine made perfect sense – My perfect half. I felt wholesome as his hard member poked on my stomach. I made to touch but he placed my hands over his neck, pushed my panties to the side and slipped a finger into me.

I moaned in delight, as he slowly worked me up, kissing every inch of me like an obsessed man. If I was dripping before, I was gushing now. Zadok teased and tortured me with his fingers – refusing to let me over the edge.

“Zadok..” I begged, unable to say what I truly wanted.

“Wait..” He whispered into my ears. His words were a promise, an assurance.

He quickened his pace, and I was disoriented. I held on to him for my dear life.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. Just when I was close to climax, he stopped. My eyes flung open. I felt deprived and frustrated. I could tell he felt it too, because his eyes reassured me of paradise to come.

“The first time wouldn’t be on my hands..” He whispered going down on his knees with a solemn expression. “Every drop of you is mine to take.”

Zadok tore the last piece of clothing and I was bare as the day I was born. My breath hitched as his face connected to my lower lips, kissing them like his life depended on it.

I arched, a moan slipping out of my lips as he tortured me with his lips, sucking, biting, kissing and driving me to the brink of insanity.

My hands moved to his hair, gripping him tight as my balance faltered.

Zadok must have noticed my legs were weak because he immediately carried me bridal style, and placed me on the bed, opening my legs wide.

I watched him in ecstasy, barely managing to keep my eyes open. Just when I thought it couldn’t go further, his tongue swatted over me, and I climaxed while he licked me up.

My body shook, as waves of pleasure went through me, but he wasn’t finished.

He climbed the bed, his member stood erect, and without notice, pushed into me, filling me whole. “Zadok..” I moaned, and his grit stretched me most satisfyingly.

Zadok groaned above me, as he stilled inside of me. The lack of friction tore me insane, and I made to rock him but he held my hips, stopping me from moving.

“Zadok..”

“Just a little time, Amore.” He whisper-gritted, “Move one bit and it’ll be over.” His tone was tortured.

I relaxed, trying to control my breath, when he suddenly withdrew himself and shoved into me with the speed of light. There and then, I climaxed.

Zadok had managed to do the job with one powerful shove.

He continued, assaulting me in the sweetest ways while I cried in ecstasy, mumbling incoherent words. Zadok didn’t stop, he continued at his pace until the third, fourth, and fifth climax caught on to me, reducing me to a mess of whimps and bones.

All night long, he remained inside of me, hitting me in every possible way. And when I felt his seed explode inside me, a content smile rested on my face.

“I’ll be back.” He promised, whispering into my ears as I drifted asleep. “Wait a little moment, and I will come for you, Amore.”

I suddenly felt bereft and a whip of cold air hit my naked form. I turned around the side of my window and it was open.

He was gone.