Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
He placed his hands firmly on my hips and lifted me off the bed and onto his lap, so I was mounting him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his manhood begging for entrance to my inner core.
Entrance I would gladly give him. As he slid inside of me, I closed my eyes, feeling every incredible inch. I sighed as if it was an incredible massage or a long drink of water after I’d been deprived for days.
He wrapped his arms firmly around my body and kissed my neck gently as I glided myself up and down. I felt sweat dripping down the nape of my neck and tickling my shoulders.
Gripping my hips, he moved me quicker; I moaned loudly at the fast sensation. I threw my head back as he kissed my chest and ran his tongue across my hardened and pink nipples. He bit onto one of them, tugging it gently with his teeth. I heard a light growl emerging from the back of his throat and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf under control.
I loved that I had this effect on both Enzo and his wolf. It made me desire him even more. I caught his lips with mine and deepened the kiss immediately. This time, it was me that explored his mouth with my tongue, tasting all of him. He breathed heavily against one another, struggling to catch our breath.
And then, our orgasms erupted around us, satisfying our hunger for one another and making me collapse tiredly against him.
He wrapped me in his arms, his breathing matched mine as we lay together. Neither of us wanted to let go of one another. I didn’t feel the need to let him go; he was my mate. I needed him with me just as he needed me with him.
“I thank the goddess every day for giving me you,”
he whispered against my ear. I closed my eyes, listening to the steady beating of his heart. “I can’t wait for the day that I can make you my wife and the Luna of my pack.”
I lifted my head slightly so I could look at his face. He kept his hand on the back of my head, stroking his fingers through my hair gently.
“Does it bother you?”
I found myself asking, unable to look away from him.
He looked down at me with a small frown, meeting my eyes.
“Does what bother me, my love?”
“That I won’t marry you until after graduation,”
I said, my tone lowering slightly.
His expression softened and I saw a small smile dancing on his lips.
“I didn’t mean it like that,”
he said softly, kissing the top of my head. “I mean, yes, if I had it my way, I’d marry you tomorrow. But I understand and respect your decision to wait. You are worth every second of that wait and once I’m able to finally make you mine, it’ll be the best day of my life.”
“But I already am yours,”
I told him, giving him a small smile. “You have marked me and claimed me as such. It is you that will become mine in return. During our wedding, I’d like to leave my mark on you as well. So that our mate bond can be complete, and we will belong to each other.”
His smile was radiant as he flipped me onto my back and once again claimed my lips.
“I will be yours forever and always,”
he whispered against my lips.
I smiled as I pressed my face against his chest, nuzzling into him. He held me tighter, kissing the top of my head gently.
“Now, you must rest. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be long and difficult for all of us.”
I nodded, hating that I had a feeling he was right. But I was too tired to think too much about it.
It didn’t take long for that exhaustion to take over and I soon drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
….
I woke up early the next morning to an empty bed. Feeling a sense of loneliness, I slid out of bed and grabbed the T-shirt I wore yesterday. It belonged to Enzo, and it carried his scent. I found it comforting when he wasn’t with me yesterday and I wanted to feel that sense of comfort again.
When I slid it on, it rested just above my knees. It was the side of a dress on me, which I loved. My hair was still in its messy bun, but I had messy curly strands falling lazily over my features. I didn’t bother fixing it though as I left the bedroom and made my way into the living room.
His kitchen was open and attached to the living room. When I reached the living room, I was more than relieved to see that Enzo was inside the kitchen, cooking something.
When he saw me standing before him, his lips turned upward into a gentle and loving smile.
“I figured I’d make you some breakfast this morning,”
he said, motioning for the pan that was currently sizzling some bacon. In his hands was a bowl and he was whisking together some pancake batter.
The entire house smelled of bacon grease and it smelled delicious.
“Seeming we can’t go to the dining hall for breakfast,”
he continued, giving me a wary look when I hadn’t made any efforts to move toward him.
“What about the other students?”
I asked, glancing out the window where I could see, through the thick layer of trees, the vacant campus.
“I’m sure Headmaster Prescott will get them food,”
Enzo said, narrowing his eyes at me. “If that’s what you mean.”
I nodded, turning back to him.
“I guess I feel a little guilty for not being there with them,”
I admitted, glancing down at my bare feet. “I’m the president of the student committee. I should be in the face of this danger, but instead, I’m hiding out here with my mate.”
“There isn’t anything you’d be able to do in that dorm,”
Enzo reminded me. “There’s a lockdown; that includes the president of the student committee.”
“I know…”
I breathed. “I just feel a little hopeless.”
He began to pour the pancake batter into medium-sized circles on a new frying pan.
“If there’s something for you to do, I’ll let you know,”
he assured me. “I’m heading to the student lounge after breakfast to help with the investigation.”
I frowned at his words.
“Why the student lounge?”
I asked.
“They are using the space for the investigation, and I believe they are planning on interrogating students today,”
he answered.
My heart fell deep into my stomach.
“All of them?”
I asked.
He nodded.
“It’s the best way to get leads,”
he explained. “Even if they didn’t do anything personally, someone might have seen something strange. Anything helps.”
“Am I going to stay here for the day?”
I asked him, sitting on the kitchen aisle stool as he put bacon and pancakes on a plate for me.
“It would be best,”
he said in response, grabbing a mug and pouring some coffee in it. He then slid the plate and mug in my direction, and I thanked him with a kind smile before shoving the food in my mouth.
As worried as I was for today and all we were about to find out, I was still starving.
He made himself a plate and poured himself some coffee before sitting with me and eating.
“Do you have any suspicions on who could have killed her?”
I found myself asking, peering up at him.
He froze mid-bite at my question. The look on his face told me all I needed to know, but he sighed and shook his head.
“No, I don’t,”
he answered.
I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I gave him a small smile and continued to eat.