The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 64

ELLE POV

My eyelids flutter open, and the light from the early morning sun peaking in through the curtains is practically blinding, which is not the wake-up call I was anticipating today; turning to my side, I find Damon sleeping peacefully on the back while one hand rests behind his head.

‘Damn, that is one fine Alpha,’ an unknown voice reverberates throughout my head. ‘The things I’d let him do to me could fill a book.’ The voice continues, blissfully unaware of my confusion.

‘Uh, hello?’ I ask, ‘Who are you?’

‘You can’t be that dense,’ the voice chuckles, ‘We just walked through a big giant ball of light together; you can’t possibly forget already.’ That’s when it comes rushing back to me, the hillside with Selene, and our conversation.

‘So you’re my wolf?’ I ask, cautiously letting the words roll off my tongue slowly, my mouth struggling to form them.

‘Yes,’ she replies, but I can feel her rolling her eyes at my slowness. ‘But you can call me Scarlett.’

‘Nice to meet you, Scarlett.’ I tell her as I look at Damon once more, watching his chest rise and fall as he sleeps peacefully.

‘Who is this Greek God laying with you in bed?’ Scarlett asks, drool practically salivating from her mouth, her arousal increasing on my own, making it nearly impossible to control.

Biting back a chuckle, I respond, ‘this is our Alpha Damon; I am glad you find him attractive. I was worried that you wouldn’t.’ Heat rises in my cheeks from embarrassment.

‘Honey, I would have to be deaf, blind, and dumb not to find this man attractive.’ She purrs, clearly admiring him and the strength he exudes. She asks, clearly curious about Damon. ‘What’s his wolf’s name?’

‘His wolf’s name is Slade,’ I inform her, ‘and he is as beautiful as Damon is. You’ll get to meet him tonight when we shift.’

‘Slade?’ The name rolls off Scarlett’s tongue like warm honey, her desire for him barreling towards me like a bullet piercing through every sensitive area on my body. My hands are itching to touch the shirtless man, but I do not want to let Scarlett’s emotions dictate

every decision I make.

‘Keep it in your pants,’ I scold, rolling my eyes, trying to play it cool when the thought of straddling hasn’t left my mind since I set sights on him. ‘We have more important things to think about than Damon’s d**k.’

‘I might have agreed with you,’ Scarlett replied, clearly distracted by being close to him. ‘Until I laid eyes on him and realized we can always make more time.’

‘Scarlett,’ I snap, trying to bring her back to reality, ‘Focus! We have s**t to figure out! We have a pack out there somewhere, depending on us!’ I remind her, throwing my annoyance into our connection.

‘Elle,’ she sighs, clearly exhausted from this argument, ‘I understand the predicament, but once we shift, things will change, and we will have to make some tough decisions. We should enjoy the little time we have before everything comes.’

‘So, tomorrow morning, we talk?’ I ask, needing the reassurance that everything will get things figured out before s**t hits the fan, and it will be soon. A storm is brewing, and my life will drastically change if I am not prepared. I can feel it; it’s in the air I breathe.

‘Don’t worry,’ Scarlett soothes, ‘tomorrow morning, we can discuss the details and start making the hard decisions. Let us enjoy these last few hours.’ She finishes as the rustle of bed sheets brings my attention to the large man turning over next to me until two bright blue orbs look into mine, causing Scarlett to yowl like a cat in heat.

“Good morning, biscuit,” Damon says, still groggy from sleep, as his body leans toward mine, planting the softest k**s on my lips, sending Scarlett into a craze with need and desire. Thankfully, she can’t push forward, or I might have lost control of the situation.

“How did you sleep?’ He asks, pulling my attention to his once more.

“Good morning,” I respond, ignoring the tingles spreading from my lips to the rest of my face, ‘I slept great.” Before I registered what my body was doing, my hands lightly wrap around his neck, pulling him forward to smash my lips into his. Shoving him further into the bed, my leg swinging over quickly, letting me straddle his waist.

A soft growl tears through Damon’s chest, pulling away to look me in the eye, “Elle,” he says softly, “shouldn’t we be focusing on a plan to get you out of this coming mess.”

“Not now, Damon,” I say, giving him a small peck on the lips, “After I shift, we can talk about it till we are blue in the face. Let me enjoy these last few hours, please?” I beg silently with my eyes.

“Is that what you want?” Damon asks, his thumb tracing my lips, causing little shivers to race down my core, wetness already beginning to pool in my panties, and my arousal already thick in the air.

“Yes,” I respond quickly, my mouth meeting his, frenzied with need as they softly stroke and nibble his while my h**s grind into his hard c**k, sending waves of pleasure over me. His hands move up my sides in a frenzied state as they search for something.

A slight pinch of my n****e shocks my core, making me grind harder into him. At a steady pace, the friction of my clit against these boxers and his c**k has a tension building. I want nothing more than to let it crumble. As if he can tell I am about to explode, Damon’s hands grip my waist tightly, lifting me off him abruptly, holding my h**s just above his.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to come, biscuit,” he whispers in my ear, his voice dark and rich, like the most expensive chocolate. Rolling me over till I am on my back, his thigh in between mine, his mouth pressed against my ear as he continues to whisper. “You may be luna born, but in bed, I am the only Alpha in charge. Understand?” He asks his voice as hard as the c**k pressed against my stomach.

“Yes,” I croak, barely able to handle the desire plaguing every ounce of my body, for this man. It doesn’t help that Scarlett is going wild as she tries to break the last barrier earlier than tonight. Her arousal intensifies until the room drowning it in the heady scent.

“Yes, what?” Damon questions, his voice still rough, as his hands lift the hem of my shirt higher against my belly, sending electric currents ravaging me.

“Yes, Alpha,” I answer, excitement clouding every thought from my rational brain.

“Good girl,” he growls in approval before lifting my shift over my head but stopping when only my eyes are covered. “No peaking, enjoy my touches, and no coming until I say so.” He commands, his voice dripping in power and authority.

Seconds later, a wet tongue pulls my n****e between its teeth, giving it a small nibble, my h**s bucking as another hand trails my inner thigh, stopping short at the edge of the boxers I am wearing. The only sounds filling the rooms are my breathy m***s and Damon’s occasional growl of approval.

I am lost in delirium and sensation, relaxing into the unknown as Damon slides the boxers over my h**s, a cool breeze wafting over my skin as he slides a finger down the slit of my wet core. “Already dripping wet, biscuit.” Before shoving two fingers into my opening without warning, nearly sending me over the edge.

“So close to coming, aren’t you?” he teases as he gently strokes my insides at an agonizingly slow pace, my p***y clenching tightly around his fingers, trying to edge closer to release. Picking up the tempo, my h**s grind forward, desperate to match his pace. The climax is drawing closer, and my entire body tenses in anticipation.

Damon can tell I am close to coming undone, forcing his fingers into me at a rougher and much faster before his thumb starts massaging my clit. “Don’t come yet,” he commands, but the damage has already been done as I begin to unravel, my core spasming through the o****m consuming my body.

“You didn’t listen to me, biscuit,” Damon whispers in my ear once he finally removes his coated fingers from my p***y. “Now, you’ll have to be punished for being a bad girl.” I don’t know what his words mean, but a secret place deep within me can’t wait to find out.