The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 22

Damon POV

I cannot believe my parents are letting Elle go to New York City with that dolt Jonah. What are they thinking? Slade is on the verge of coming forward to bring havoc down upon the Diamond Claw pack. Allies be damned if their Alpha is going to steal what is mine. Still in the hallway around the corner from the dining room, trying to calm Slade enough so that he doesn’t act stupidly, I hear the scraping of chairs as everyone gets up to leave the table. Not wanting to be seen by my parents, I duck into the room closest to me.

With my ear pressed against the door, I listen as my parents walk past the door whispering quietly amongst themselves. Their voices are so quiet that I cannot understand what they’re saying. A few moments later, cinnamon and vanilla invade the air. It’s a scent I have become obsessed with in the last few years. Without thinking, I open the door and drag her inside before she realizes what’s happening. Closing it, I box Elle between the wall, my arms, and my body.

“Jesus, Damon,” She stutters as she regains her posture from attack mode, “can you stop with the theatrics? If you want to talk, link me or something. No, need to drag me around like some caveman.” She says, exasperated by the way her eyes roll.

“You are not going to the city,” I say, leaning closer to her face bringing Slade to the surface to show I am serious about this. Instead of intimidating her like it used to, she stands her ground, her jaw set with the determination and fire I’ve come to enjoy, although I’d never admit that to her.

“Well, your parents disagree. I listen to them, not you,” She says, challenging me to prove her wrong which she knows I can’t. “Plus, Alpha Jonah will be there to look after me. I am sure I will be well protected between him, his men, and my friends.”

I scoff at the assumption that Jonah, or his men, could protect her or keep up with her spirited banter. “Jonah and his men can’t fight their way out of a wet paper bag.” My response causes a devilish smirk to appear on Elle while the wheels of mischief spin behind her eyes.

“I don’t know,” Elle’s voice comes out in a husky whisper, “at the party, he felt muscled and strong enough to protect me in any situation I might find myself in.” Her words cause my world to turn black. As if on reflex, a loud growl escapes my chest, and before I know it, I have Elle pressed against the wall and her legs wrapped around my h**s.

Carrying her away from the wall, I find the oversized leather couch and sit with her in my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as her h**s thrust against my hard c**k. Consumed by the sparks dancing on my skin, I cover my mouth with hers. A small m**n of surprise is all I need to deepen the k**s while my tongue dances against hers.

The movement of her h**s and the smell of her arousal egged me on, and my sense of control failed. Removing her ponytail, I grab a fistful of her luscious red hair, pulling her head back so I can trail k****s down her bare neck. As I make my way to her marking spot, her breathing becomes more ragged and the movement of her h**s more demanding. As my lips enclose her marking the spot, I can feel my canines elongating to graze along her supple skin, causing the most delicious sound to leave her lips.

My hands are taking her responses as permission to explore the body I have fantasized about for years. Not wasting a second, my hand trails against the bare skin of her back before it finds the band of her bra, releasing the snaps within seconds and slipping the bra off her shoulders, throwing it to the ground unceremoniously. My hands find Elle’s taught n*****s, twisting them and kneading, causing her to squeal with pleasure. Her h**s picked up their rhythm as she grinds against my hard c**k, chasing a euphoria she had never experienced before.

If I had to guess, Elle is on the verge of her first o****m, with how her cheeks are flushed, her head tilted back in pure enjoyment. Her m***s are getting louder, and my c**k throbbing with the need to release is intense. Taking the bud of her n****e into my mouth, I pulled the soft skin between my teeth, caressing it softly with my tongue. Her squeals like music to my ears, her p***y so wet and ready I can feel her silky sweetness through my gym shorts. My other hand trails up and down her inner thigh, fueling the flames that seem to be consuming us.

I swear she is on the verge of cumming when I hear the door open, and Matt’s voice says, “Oh, s**t. Sorry, Alpha.” before he backs out the door as quickly as he came in. His footsteps hurry down the hallway as his voice mingles with Andrew’s. So they were both here, lovely. Their presence is like dumping cold water on this whole situation. The bubble Elle and I seemed to be in popped. Now she is scrambling to get off me as if her life depends on it.

“You cannot keep kissing me like that,” she flusters as she bends down to pick up her bra, her cheeks as red as her hair.

“Why not?” I demand, “We are both single and seem to enjoy it. Your h**s moving against my c**k told me you were delighted in the act.” I say, a smug and confident look all over my face.

“It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t be happening between us at all,” she says, her voice firm as she stares at me with indignation. Causing my insecurities to creep into my head like an infestation. Whose k****s could she enjoy more than that? The thought of another man being able to do what I have done with her makes my fist clench, and Slade howl with agony.

“Is there someone else you should be making out with that intensely?” I question, my voice as cold as steel. Does she think anyone else can make her feel like I have? Because I don’t think I could tolerate another she-wolf touching me after tasting Elle’s lips.

“Would you rather k**s Jonah or some i***t like that?” I say, stepping closer while she steps away from me.

“No,” she retorts, “I would have preferred to wait for my mate. We cannot keep doing this, Damon.” She adds before spinning on her heels and running out the door with her bra in hand.

“Elle, wait!” I call after her, but it’s too late. She has already disappeared down the hallway on the way to her room. Collapsing onto the couch, I place my head in my hands, frustrated by how we left things. Why does she insist on using our future mates as an excuse? It’s not like we know who they are yet. It cannot be considered cheating if we don’t know them. Can she not feel the sparks I feel when we k**s? Does it consume her in the same way it does me?

I stay where I am as these questions rumble around in my head, refusing to answer themselves. After a few moments in contemplative silence, I hear a slight knock on the library door. When I say, “come in,” Matt peaks his head around the door to ensure the coast is clear.

“Couldn’t knock earlier?” I ask him in a dry tone. Matt is a brilliant fighter and a great military strategist, but he lacks the common sense that my Beta makes up for

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think Elle was in here with you,” Matt says, his palms up in defense, “Andrew and I just came by to check on you after that weird a*s dinner.”

Going over to the drink cart, I open the whisky decanter, pouring three glasses of whisky. Turning around, I hand each of them a glass, asking, “You know what happens when you assume something?”

Andrew says nothing, knowing the trap I am about to walk Matt into, “No, what happens?” Matt asks after taking a long swig of the whisky I gave him.

“You make an a*s of yourself,” I say, drowning the glass in a single drink. “Next time, knock before entering any room I am in.” I slam the glass back onto the cart, stomping my way out of the library. Leaving behind Matt and Andrew, who are stumbling to get out a simple “Yes, Alpha.”

Done entertaining them or anyone else for the night, I make my way up to my room for a long, tortuous night, imagining what Elle would have looked like if I accomplished giving her an o****m.