The Alpha’s Contract

“I know.” He nibbles on my ear lobe again and lifts me off the ground with one arm, draping me over his shoulder while bending to grab my crutches. Damien quickly scales the stairs, taking two at a time. His hand wrapped around my ass as the tips of his fingers remain against my throbbing pussy.

“Finally alone.” He mutters, lowering me to my feet. His hand quickly returns to the back of my head. Knotting up in my hair as he slams his lips against mine. A low growl rumbles from his throat.

Letting go of my hair, he pulls my tee up and over my head, tossing it to one side. He spends a moment with his eyes roaming over my black lace bra and to the ropey scar that runs along my right shoulder and down towards my right breast.

“What happened?” He asks in a low voice.

“It was a long time ago. I don't really remember.”

He traces a finger along it. "You have Alpha blood, you can heal quickly.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“It was before I had Midnight. I landed on glass, I think. I’m not really sure. I was five, maybe six.”

He doesn't respond, instead his lips leave little sparks of electricity along the scar as he makes his way towards my breasts.

His fingers graze my nipples through the black lace of my bra. His touch has them hardening in seconds and Damien leans down to suck each one through the fabric. The heat from his tongue has them hardening until they are painful.

As a moan escapes my lips, he pulls the fabric away, taking a bare nipple into his mouth and rolls it between his teeth.

I was desperate for his fingers to slip inside my shorts, to slide between my folds, but he keeps them away, teasing every urgency from me as the dampness between my thighs grows.

He stops to pull off his own black tee, muscle upon muscle with perfect definition. The tribal tattoos travelled further than his neck too. Running down over his shoulders and chest and disappearing under the waistband of his jeans.

Pressing himself back against me, I feel his hardened length, swelling in his jeans and pushing up against my thigh.

His hand finally slips inside my shorts, but he keeps it on the outside of my thang, circling two fingers right above my entrance. “Damien.” I whisper, throwing my head back with frustration. I wanted his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to make me orgasm He slows his fingers down “There's no rush.” He nips at my jaw sending more electricity through me.

A long low moan falls from my lips as I roll my hips against his hand. His hand stills, but firmly cups me and I wish that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

His lips move back to the fresh mark on my neck, his teeth once again” scraping over my skin. As another moancFips through me, he pulls the thorny’ to one side and forces-a finger in-Fhen a second and a thied. Céntent belongs to

Damien holds me tight as my body bucks against him. Wave after wave of delight taking over.

As my hips slow to a gentle rock, he pulls my gym shorts from me and quickly removes the thong toa.

Lifting me, he carries me to the ottoman at the end of my bed. Sitting on it, he pulls me on his lap, facing away from him. Spreading his legs wide, he carefully lifts each one of mine over his until I'm spread for all to see

We are opposite the full length mirror, where I could see my own juices leaking from my pussy.

His hand slides over me, a finger running the length of my folds before dipping inside. He lets out his own growl as my juices run down over his hand and his thumb begins circling my clit

“So fucking wet.” He mutters in my ear before nipping at my lobe My head rolls back over his shoulder.

“Watch.” He mutters forcing my head up.

Glancing at ttewmirror. His fingers are knuckle deep inside of me. His free hancMiinds my nipples, = squeezittg roughly as he plungeshis fingerssinto me over and over all white-keeping his thumb firmaly on royclit.

%

I couldn't keepny head from rolling back. My back arches away from his chest as my pussy clamps around-> his fi ngets. He stills, letting me ride out thabiggest orgasm I had ever hadxintil I fall back against him, completely spent. Content tbelongs to 4

“Oh I'm just getting started, mate.