The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 30

Elle POV

“Elle?” Damon asks, his voice still groggy from sleep, “What are you doing here?” he mumbles as he tries to wipe the gunk out of his eyes.

I answer while staring at my feet, too ashamed to be standing outside his door in the middle of the night, “I couldn’t sleep, and I was hoping we could talk or something…” I mumble in shame while fidgeting nervously, too afraid to look him in the eyes. I hate that I cannot stay away from him, regardless of how much I try. It’s like my body has a mind of its own and wants the blonde-haired God standing in the doorway.

“Are you-” I start to say until I finally lift my face to look at Damon, only to find the pitch-black eyes of Slade staring back at me, his breathing ragged, his l**t devouring me. “Slade?” As soon as his name leaves my mouth, he grabs me into his arms, burying his face into my neck and inhaling deeply. As if I am as light as a feather, he picks me up, my skin tingling like it’s on fire. As soon as the door closes, my senses are overcome by his scent, touch, and teeth grazing my marking spot. The involuntary sparks running down my spine make it hard to think. Thank the goddess I am firmly placed in his arms, or I’d be in a puddle on the floor. Before I can process it, I am thrown on a silky smooth surface, with Damon’s massive body hovering over me.

I don’t know how I feel about him getting me to the bed so quickly, but as his lips make their way up my neck and along my jawline, every other thought goes out of my head. As our lips connect, Damon flips us over so that I am straddling him, his hard throbbing c**k pressing into my silk shorts. I am so lost in his k****s I barely register the way his hands are roaming my body on a mission to find a hidden treasure. My hair cascades around us as we grind into each other; our bodies beg us to get rid of the clothes that separate us.

As if a crazed beast is in control of his body, Damon rips my silk top clean from my body while sitting up to trail k****s down the valley between my breasts. My h**s are grinding against his c**k in a more frenzied state, pressure starting to build between my legs.

“Damon!” I squeal in delight when his mouth pulls my taut n****e between his teeth as his tongue strokes away. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he easily lifts me before placing me back on the bed, his tongue returning to my neck and his hands slide up my thighs. My breathing is unstable, and my mind is overcome by the sensation of his fingers underneath my shorts gliding along my smooth satin underwear.

“You’re already so wet,” Slade’s deep animalistic voice says in my ear as he nibbles on it. “Do you want more?” he asks as he descends toward my naked breasts. I want to respond, to say anything, but the only sound that escapes my mouth is a needy whimper as my h**s buck forward to meet his fingers. My mind is foggy by the sensations running rampant throughout my body, and all I can do is shake my head in desperation.

“Use your words, Elle,” Slade commands as his fingers gradually move away from the spot, dying to have them the most.

“Please, Slade,” I whimper, “I need more.” my hands clawing at his back, trying to pull him closer to me. Before his lips resume their assault on my n*****s, I see a small smile grace his lips as he whispers, “Good girl,” making me putty in his skillful hands.

Getting to his knees, Slade uses his large hands to lift my h**s, sliding my silk pajama bottoms down my thighs before tossing them lightly to the ground. Without waiting another second, he tears the underwear from my h**s like it’s no effort.

“You’re so beautiful in the moonlight,” Slade mumbles, as his hungry eyes take in every inch of my body as if it’s his playground. The intensity of his black eyes roaming my body has me shivering and panting in heat simultaneously.

“Slade, where is Damon?” I ask as I look into the black eyes that have been devouring me since I showed up at the door.

“He was sleeping when you knocked, and I didn’t want to risk you leaving, so I answered,” he says as he kneels over me to k**s my forehead. “Then I saw you, and there was no way I would let you leave. Trust me; he’ll thank me when he wakes up.” He whispers into my neck as he inhales my scent, clearly finding comfort in it.

“It’s time for you to wake Damon up,” I tell him, not asking but commanding this alpha to bend to my will.

“As you wish, darling,” he says, taking my lips in his once more. His lips were soft and passionate, setting my body on fire for one last time before Damon regains control. After a few minutes, he gently pulls away from me, severing the k**s to look at me with his bright blue eyes.

“Elle? What? How?” He stutters, confused about how I got into his room and bed.

“I knocked on the door. Slade let me in, and then things escalated,” I explain, “but before things went too far, I had him wake you.”

“Oh,” he responds until his eyes finally land on the naked body beneath him. “Oh, god. Slade didn’t hurt you, did you?”

“No,” I respond. My tone firm, “he was a gentleman…I…well, Uhm…I don’t know…I just wanted to experience whatever was going to happen next with you…” I stumble out in a rushed whisper, embarrassed by these unfamiliar feelings. It doesn’t last long. Damon blindsides me with a k**s more earth-shattering and mind-bending than the one Slade gave a few minutes ago.

Our lips move in perfect sync, our tongues dancing together as his hands waste no time traveling up my thighs, soaked by the juices dripping from my p***y. A guttural m**n escapes his mouth as his hands graze over the slick skin. My h**s rise and buck, greedy for his fingers. Slowly one finger runs up the slit of my lips until it lands on my swollen clit, rubbing slow and powerful circles on the nub.

“f**k, you’re so wet, biscuit,” he g****s into my collarbone, clearly enjoying seeing me come undone under his sensual touches. As his fingers pick up their tempo, I say nothing, causing my p***y to build tension, rendering me nothing more than a mess of whimpers and m***s.

“I will stick a finger in you now, okay?” Damon whispers before his teeth nibble on my pointed n****e, and just as it did with Slade, the action left me speechless. Leaving me to silently beg through the rise of my h**s and the whimpers from my lips. After a few more moments of his endless torment, I can finally manage a flustered “please.”

“Jesus Christ, Elle,” Damon breathes out in a shallow breath as if he can’t control the insatiable l**t rising within. Needing no more reassurance, Damon quickly inserts his finger into me while his thumb continues rubbing circles into my clit, sending me wild. I practically cry as my h**s grind hungrily against his fingers, my clit complete with the need to explode.

“I know you want to c*m, baby girl,” Damon whispers huskily as his teeth graze the skin of my neck. “Let it go, biscuit. c*m for me.” Although I had never had a guy whisper that to me before, it didn’t matter because as soon as he said it, my body responded in a way it never had before. A blinding light flashes behind my eyes as pleasure descends upon my body in unrelenting waves. My p***y is spasming so hard that it has Damon’s fingers in a vice grip as his thumb continues to circle my clit. Before I know it, I am levitating with another release, leaving a whimpering and sweaty mess in Damon’s arms.

After my last and final o****m, Damon covers me with his duvet before pulling me into my arms as I fall into the most blissful sleep I’ve ever had.