Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
“Hey…” he whispered, unable to hide his relief.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “I must have woken you.”
“You did,” he replied. “But I’m glad.”
“Miss me?” she asked playfully.
“You have no idea,” Galen sighed, thinking of the dream he had just left and feeling his body’s uncomfortable response to it.
Bell took a deep breath.
“I might have some idea…” she said in a way that had him wondering why she would call him after she had already been asleep.
“Oh?” he said, licking his lips. “What do you… mean by that?”
She was quiet for a moment, and then with another deep breath, she continued.
“I… might have had a dream about you…” she replied coyly.
A rush of warmth ran through his body as his throat became dry. He licked his lips again and cleared his throat.
“What kind of dream?” he asked with a huskiness that increased Bell’s heart rate.
“The kind that demanded that I hear your real voice,” she whispered quickly.
Galen swallowed and once again licked his lips. His heart thumped loudly as his body felt the small jolts of anticipation.
But he knew that though Bell had made the call, she needed some encouragement to take it where they both needed it.
“Bell,” he called to her.
“Yes?” she replied.
“You woke me from a very good dream,” he said. “One that has left me feeling… unsatisfied.”
He could feel her anticipation, her nervous excitement.
“Should I… let you go?” Bell asked.
She was hesitating, letting the nervous side of her mind retake control. He needed to guide her back, make her feel the excitement, and know it was okay.
“Don’t you want to know what I was dreaming about?” he asked.
Bell didn’t respond right away.
“Was it… about me?” she asked.
Galen growled softly into the phone, his hand already removing the belt at his waist.
“What was I doing?” she asked.
“Begging for more than my fingers,” he replied confidently.
Bell gasped.
Galen smiled, imagining the shock on her face as he moved his hand into his boxers, wrapping around his engorged member.
He let out a moan.
“Galen…” Bell whispered breathily. “Are you…?”
She didn’t finish her question. Galen moaned again as he stroked himself.
“You surprised me in my tent,” he whispered. “I was asleep and woke to you straddling me in only panties and a t-shirt. You ran your hands over my body, along my shoulders and chest. Naming the muscles as you moved.”
“Trapezius,” she whispered, a slight hitch in her voice, “pectoralis major….”
Galen smiled. Hearing her breathing increase, he knew that she had joined him.
He continued to describe what he had seen, moving further to what he had wanted to do to her. How he would have brought her to ecstasy first with his fingers, then again with his mouth.
Bell let out gentle moans as he told her his fantasy. Her soft pants rising and falling, he knew she was close. He had slowed himself down, wanting to match her.
He told her how she would have taken him inside of her, riding him as he bit down on her breast, suckled her throat, and teased her clit until she squeezed around him in her delight.
Bell’s soft pants grew into whimpers and then moans that she tried desperately to hold back. Galen increased his own movements, no longer speaking. They simply listened to each other’s excitement and pleasure building until they both cried out in a heavy wave of bliss.
They stayed on the phone as they recovered, still listening to each other’s breaths.
“I miss you so much, Galen,” Bell whispered when her heart had finally calmed enough.
“I know,” he said. “I miss you every moment.”
They were both quiet for a few long moments.
“Did I tell you that Ren still likes that stupid song?” Bell asked, breaking the silence.
Galen felt the warmth and love inside him boil over into a full and hearty laugh. He couldn’t stop even as she complained about how much she hated the tune.
Tomorrow the war would continue, but for tonight he felt as though he were lying in bed with her, and he would savor it as long as he could.
Alexander stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped at his waist and water droplets still falling from his hair. He smiled when he saw she was back, already dressed in her tank top and loose lounge pants, lying on the bed.
Taking the smaller towel he held in his hand, he began to dry his hair as he walked toward his open suitcase.
“How’d it go?” He asked.
Selene took a deep breath, letting it out in a tired sigh.
“Good, I think,” she replied. “He was willing to listen to everything I said. He didn’t balk when I mentioned our Goddess actually being a Fae Queen. But then again, the infection and Alice being used to create the cure, I think he had definitely heard at least some of the story already.”
“What about the part where his long-lost sister is currently the body hosting a millennia-old Dark Queen?” Alexander asked as he rifled through his clothing.
“That part was a little bit more complicated to explain, and he definitely had some questions about how I could know for sure that it was true. But again, he was at least slightly prepared for it. He did tell me that Alice had mentioned our conversation on the phone and admitted to him that he was Irina’s brother and a descendant of Talis. He wasn’t quite sold on the whole possessed by an evil fae thing.”
Alexander laughed.
“I can’t really blame him. It’s a pretty crazy concept.”
Selene sighed as she sat up on the bed. Her gaze immediately went to him, watching him hunched over the suitcase looking for what he would wear. She looked to the left. Another suitcase sat on the bench beside his, not one they had brought with them but one she recognized as belonging to her mother.
All their stuff had been packed together. The plan was to finish the mission together. But plans had changed, and now she needed her own suitcase.
“When do you have to leave?” she asked softly.
Alexander’s movements stopped. He stood up straight and turned to face her.
Selene couldn’t help but gaze over his body. His ruffled and wet auburn hair, naked chest, defined muscles, and small scars she had traced many times. She swallowed as her eyes followed the line of his hip and down along the towel.
“Two hours,” he said. “Saul is joining me. We will meet with a few others on the way to Burning Ember. We plan to secure the weapons and evacuate the pack before the fae decides to push forward with their attack.”
Selene nodded.
“Saul is a good man, a strong fighter too. He will be a great ally to you,” she whispered.
Alexander smiled.
“It’s ok to admit that you’re the slightest bit worried about me,” he said. “I’m worried about you going to Spring too.”
Selene smiled and then looked away.
“I was taught to have an overconfidence in my abilities and that of my fellow warriors,” she said. “It wasn’t about being cocky or arrogant, it was about survival. Admitting doubt or fear in my or someone else’s abilities would open my heart and mind to the possibility of failure. Worrying about whether or not I could handle each battle or if the warrior beside me would turn and run. Those thoughts have no place on the battlefield.”
Alexander crossed the room. He knelt before her, lifting her chin to look into his gray eyes.
“We are not on the battlefield,” he whispered. Then, gently ran his thumb along her jaw. “It’s just us, husband and wife, mates.”
Selene took a deep breath, leaned forward to press her forehead to his, and moved her hands to his cheeks.
“I’m worried,” she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. “I trust you and believe in you. But I’m afraid there is a chance that this might be the last time I see you.”
Alexander turned his head and kissed her palm.
“It won’t be,” he whispered back. “I won’t promise that nothing will happen. But I will promise that I will fight until my last breath to always come back to you.”
He pulled away and looked at her, showing her the sincerity of his words through his gaze.
“I love you, Selene,” he said. “And we still have a long life together after this war.”
“I love you too, Alexander. So much,” Selene replied as the tears broke through her walls and slipped from her eyes.
Alexander wiped them away gently. He smiled and then leaned forward to place a tender kiss on her lips. He was tempted to push for more, but his intention was reassurance and comfort. He pulled back and smiled at her again. Then he stood and returned to searching for his clothes.
“As far as Myka goes, I have no doubt you will get him to agree to help you,” he said as he reached for the suitcase.
“Alexander,” Selene called to him, her voice low.
Alexander turned around, surprised at how close she suddenly was.
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