The Alpha’s Contract

She gasps as I start pulling down her shorts, but doesn't tell me to stop. I pause when her beautiful pussy comes into view and slowly flick my tongue over it, tasting her wetness. Her fingers lock in my hair, a mixture of surprise and delight at the invasion.

Stepping out of her shorts, I throw them to one side, taking in every inch of her. She had always hidden herself until now.

"Your turn." she whispers. She slowly unfastens the buttons of my shirt. Her hands settle on my chest before she pushes the shirt from me, letting it fall to the floor.

Her eyes lock on mine as she unfastens my jeans and cups my throbbing cock. A brief smile appears. She isn't as slow at setting my cock free either and her hands glide up and down my length, making it so hard that it's painful.

"I want you." She whispers. "I want this." Her hand squeezes my cock. "I want everything with you."

I lift her off her feet and slam my lips against hers. Whether we were mates or not, I didn't care. At some point, I had fallen for her and she was what I wanted and what I needed.

I press her up against the wall. Her legs automatically hook around my hips and my cock is already perfectly positioned against her pussy. As I deepen the kiss, I push myself into her.

She's tight, but she doesn't complain.

It's maybe three thrusts before she starts tightening around me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she moans against my lips. She pulls her face away as her back arches and she shudders around me.

"Sorry." She whispers, almost embarrassed that she had orgasmed so quickly

"For what?" I don't give her a chance to answer. "It just means I get to make you orgasm over and over."

*****

She's fast asleep on her stomach when I get up. I automatically lean over to kiss her cheek and a smile appears.

Last night wasn't supposed to happen, but I couldn't stop myself. Not after I entered the house and picked up the smell of blood. Not after the way she looked at me. Big, wide, grey eyes that were full of curiosity as she tried to downplay why there was blood.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

All I could think about was protecting her and keeping her safe. Then I touched her face to check the invisible wound and I couldn't stop myself, it was like something else had taken over me. And all thoughts of my first mate went out the window.

Maybe that is the way it is supposed to be.

I pull on a pair of jeans and look over to her. The sheet was gathered around her hips, her feet poke out of the bottom. Her hands nestled under the pillow her head was laid on. Comfortable and content.

While brushing my teeth, I receive a link from Dane. Asking me to get up and come down to the gate. Klaus was leaving.

I half expected Klaus to change his mind at the last minute. Or after our conversation, that it would at least be a few more days until he left. 'I will be there.' I reply.

Squatting down next to Samara, I run a finger over her cheek. “Hey, sleepyhead."

She takes a while to open her eyes, or rather one eye. "I can't go again, I'm sore."

I try to hide my amusement, “No, it's not that. I need to go and meet Dane, Klaus is leaving this morning."

"Do you want me to come?" She asks surprised.

"That's up to you, but if you are, you have about two minutes to get ready."

Samara rips past me to the bathroom and yells for me to find her a top. Digging through my. wardrobe, I find her one of my fitted tops. It will still be big on her but at least it won't be down to her knees.

I'm pouring her a coffee as she comes tearing down the stairs. "For once in my life, it's a good job I have no hair." She mutters, taking the coffee and necking it like it wasn't boiling hot.

We step out into the early morning sun and she walks quickly to keep up with me. When we are almost at the gates, I grab her hand threading my fingers through hers.

She stares at our hands. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. There are still things we need to discuss, but yes. I want you to be my mate."