The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 41

ELLE POV

I did not mean to fall asleep outside his door, but I did know the second he put me in his arms, the tingles ran wild against my skin like they were trying to tell me a secret. I knew what I was doing the second I whimpered; no matter how much I wanted to hate him, I couldn’t. No matter how hard I try, I can’t.

“Please…” I sound desperate and needy, but I don’t care. As soon as he decided to pick me up, I was putty already wet in a way I had never been before. I am still disappointed that we didn’t go to his room, but this will do just as well. I can’t have him walk out that door.

Then comes the one thing that I never thought would come out of my mouth, “I need you, Alpha,” What the hell am I saying? I hated submitting to him but right now, at this moment, I want to submit and receive what he gives—going against every instinct I have.

“Good girl,” he growls back in approval, and I never thought two words could sound this good. While Damon was sweeter and more cautious the first time, this time was different. More needy and animalistic. As if he has gone years without touching another woman.

“Take this off,” he commands, tugging at my oversized nightshirt, not even waiting for a second after giving his command; he is tearing it from my body. I had never seen Damon this crazed and desperate as me for more.

Before I can think or breathe, I feel my n****e pulled between Damon’s lips and tickled with his tongue. The most delicious shiver runs down my back and straight to my core, causing me to tense and tighten. Somehow he knows the effect his ministrations are having, a growl of approval rumbling throughout his chest.

His hand trails up and down my inner thigh, but I don’t care; instead, I relish the rush his touch is causing me. Damon hasn’t laid a finger on my p***y yet, but I can already feel the tension in my clit growing, and as soon as he touches me, I might explode.

“Patience,” I hear him whisper against my n****e. The cool air from his breath had an effect I didn’t think possible; everything around me seemed heightened when he touched me, and I don’t know if I could ever let that feeling stop. Giving in to his commands, I relax and allow the sensations to take over, leaving me a whimpering mess.

Eventually, his fingers trailed high enough that moving the panties aside and glid against the slickness of my p***y agonizingly slow. The fireworks that seem to follow his fingers wherever they go are doing unnatural things to me.

“Goddess,” Damon’s voice comes out in a g***n, never taking his lustful eyes off me. “You’re always so wet and ready for me.” before I can comprehend what he is going to do, he has his face in between my thighs, taking a deep breath. His tongue took a long lick up my slit before his lips curled around my clit the same way he does my nipples.

I can hear myself screaming, but I can barely comprehend what’s happening as his thick fingers fill me up and split me open, moving in rhythm with his tongue and lips. I can hear screaming, but I am unsure if it’s coming from me or somewhere else.

Feeling confident that I can stay in sync with his magic finger, my h**s start rising to meet his tongue, spreading my juices all over his face, which he doesn’t seem to mind as a growl of approval erupts.

The vibration from his lips is the last straw as my p***y clenches. The blinding light of an o****m engulfs every nerve and blurs my vision while my body shakes violently from the overwhelming pleasure. My voice is raw and scratchy from screaming Damon’s name. His fingers were still inside me, pumping slowly, working through the last waves of my o****m while lips litter soft k****s on my thighs.

Once Damon is sure I am satisfied, he finally removes his fingers from me before licking them clean like he doesn’t want to miss a drop of my delicious goodness, and I cannot help how hot I find it.

Damon eventually untangles himself from my legs, which feel like jelly after experiencing the intensity of another o****m at his hands. He slowly crawls up the bed to lie next to me. Wasting no time, Damon lays me on his chest, his hands finding my hair to play with.

“Damon?” I ask him, slightly nervous that this is the third or fourth time we have messed around, and he has never asked for anything in return. Why hasn’t he asked me to return the favor yet? Does he think I won’t be able to make him o****m? s**t, am I even sure I can? I’ve never done anything like that before.

“Hmmm?” He hums in response, and his eyes are closed as his breathing slows as sleep overcomes him.

“Would you like me to do anything for you?” I ask him, nervous about his response but excited at finally being able to watch him come undone at my touch for once. “No, biscuit,” he murmurs into my hair, barely paying attention to anything around him or the question I asked. “Go to sleep,” he slurs, clearly losing his battle against exhaustion.

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Damon is sound asleep, with me lying on his chest wide awake, still buzzing about his closeness, grateful for the chance to be near him, but I want more. I can’t help; everything about him sets my body on fire. I know I should be sleeping before my big adventure, but only one thought runs through my mind.

Taking matters into my hands, I k**s his neck, appreciating the purr rumbling through his chest. Using his reaction as encouragement, I start nibbling on his marking spot, making a whimper leave his mouth. I can’t help the smile curling around my teeth and the pleasure running through my body.

I now understand why he takes so much pleasure in exploring my body. Making him feel the way he makes me do is euphoric. Glancing to ensure he is still asleep, I continue my descent down his chest, loving how his sculpted muscles feel along my lips. Letting my hands trail tingles along his abs and arms, loving how his h**s are moving in his sleep, small, breathy m***s leaving his lips.

Making quick and quiet work, I slowly slide his boxer down his h**s, licking the ‘V’ lines trying to ignore his giant c**k pressed against my breast or the nerves that are starting to settle in my stomach when I realize how inexperienced I am.

Trying not to focus on what I lack, I pay attention to how his body reacts, and his h**s raise as if looking for something more. The only thing I can give him right now in this moment, and that thought fuels my excitement once again. Steadying my breath and gaining the courage to finish what I started, I wrap my hands around his c**k. Its thickness makes it difficult to hold onto, and it’s more than my hand can handle in length.

As I start stroking gently, getting used to the feel of his c**k in my small hands, Damon lets out the most guttural growl before sitting in bed to look at me, naked, bent over his c**k while my hands stroke it greedily. I won’t let go; instead, I look him straight in his eyes, daring him to say stop.

“Elle?” Damon asks through the haze of sleep and pleasure I am giving him. “What are you doing?” But the question comes out more like a strangled m**n as his hands grab the sheets in a vice grip

“Shhh,” I whisper, my mouth hovering just over the tip, already dripping with his precum. “You need a release, Alpha; let me take care of it for you.” Before he can say a single word in protest, I feel his c**k push past my lips as my tongue dances against his sensitive skin.

Causing a visceral reaction I didn’t think possible, as Damon thrusts forward, holding my head and himself in place, allowing my mouth and throat time to adjust to his surprising girth. Once he realizes I have adjusted, he releases my head, enjoying the sensation of my wet tongue dancing circles along his skin.

“Jesus Christ, Elle,” Damon growls, but it sounds similar to Slade’s. As my lips glide up and down, his h**s buck forward to match the rhythm of my mouth.

We keep a steady pace, neither relenting in our desire for a release nor mine to give it to him. After maybe five minutes, Damon’s speed starts to pick up, his breathing becoming heavier and his m***s throatier. “Elle,” he says breathlessly, “You need to stop before I come in your mouth.” he g****s, the pleasure reaching its peak.

Rather than making me stop, I pick up the pace feeling his c**k spasming, his release right on edge. As if on instinct, my free hand starts fondling his balls, and he comes right into my mouth as soon as I do. His hot liquid came out in large spurts, sliding down my throat in hot delicious waves. Whatever I cannot swallow is running down the corner of my mouth.

Once I am sure I have gotten every last drop, I sit back on my knees, enjoying the dazed expression Damon wears while I wipe the remaining amount of come from my chin and lick it off my finger, eyeing him mischievously. “Do you feel better?” I ask him, giggling as I crawl back and curl up on his chest.

“I feel amazing,” he sighs as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to his nose and inhaling my scent. “You didn’t need to do that, you know?” he asks as his fingers go through my hair, lulling me into blissful relaxation.

“I know,” I say, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. “I wanted to, Damon. You always give to me, and I wanted to return the favor.”

“Well, I appreciate it, but it’s never necessary. I do that because I want to, and I enjoy it,” he says, tugging my chin up so I can look him in the eye.

“I know, and I did that because I wanted to, and I enjoyed it. Now stop worrying. Let’s try to sleep. I have a busy weekend ahead.” I retort, laying my head back on my chest, sleep finally ready to claim me. “Go to sleep, Alpha,” I murmur, my eyelids becoming heavy and the world fading into darkness.

“Goodnight, biscuit,” Is the last thing I hear before the darkness takes over and blissful sleep consumes me.

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*KNOCK* KNOCK * KNOCK* KNOCK*

“Come on, Elle! Wake up! New York is waiting!” comes the shrill, muffled scream of an annoying friend waking me from the most enjoyable night of sleep I have had in days.

“Elle, wake up!” Damon says, shoving my shoulder. The reality of the situation slams into me like a bag of bricks, evaporating the fog clouding my mind. Damon forgot to sneak out before my friends were supposed to meet me so we could start the journey to the city.

“Come on, Elle! We are too excited to wait any longer!” Taylor calls, jiggling the door knob that Damon thankfully locked the door the night before. s**t. s**t. s**t. There is no way to hide this from them; Damon’s scent is all over me and the room. They are going to see him leave. Our secret little rendevous will be common knowledge for everyone soon.

f**k, this isn’t good. I can tell Damon is scrambling around, grabbing his clothes, putting them on half hazardly, and throwing mine at me. There is no way he is getting out of here without them noticing. Then I remember the secret entrance installed during the remodel, but before I can say a word to Damon has already opened the door.

Emma, Taylor, and Charity are standing on the other side, their eyes flicking between us, their wheels turning, and the scent of us so thick in the air it’s practically suffocating. I can see the wheels turning in Taylor’s head and the desire to say something evident in her eyes.

Thankfully, one look from Damon makes her keep her mouth shut before he shoves past them all, not looking or saying a word to me as he stomps down the hallway. He leaves me with three nosy friends who are bound to bombard me with questions once the door closes.