Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
he whispered against my ear, nibbling on my lobe gently and sending chills to course through my body.
I turned to face him, wanting to look up at my amazing mate.
“I don’t like being apart from you”
I whined. “Neither does my wolf.”
“Yeah, Max has been impossible too,”
he said, wrapping his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself close to him. “But we are together now.”
He bent down and gently pressed his lips against mine. I melted into his kiss, loving every second of his lips on mine.
He tasted so sweet and I couldn’t get enough of him. He lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Pressing me firmly against the wall, he began to kiss down the side of my cheek and down the nape of my neck until he reached my sweet spot. He began to lick and nibble on his mark, kissing down my shoulder blade.
I asked as I felt his bulge through his pants; I wanted to feel him inside of me so badly. His breathing was raspy and filled with hunger and desires. Heat pulsated around my body, and I knew he could feel just how badly I wanted him.
He nibbled on my bottom lip, bringing it further into his mouth and sucking on it like it was a piece of candy. He played with the bottom of my blouse, and I felt his fingers brushing against my naked flesh.
An electric wave crossed my skin with every touch. He lifted my shirt over my head, leaving me in my silky purple bra; the one that he loved so much.
I saw the lust in his eyes as he buried his face in my breasts, making me giggle from the incredible sensation. With one quick motion, my bra unhooked and fell to the ground. He bit and licked my nipples, making me moan softly as I draped my fingers through his thick brown hair.
He tailed his kisses up my chest until he reached my lips again. He kissed me so passionately that my breath had been taken away. I unwrapped my legs from around him and helped him undress his clothing. I couldn’t get them off fast enough.
I saw the humor in his eyes as I struggled to get my jeans off. Once we were completely naked, I jumped on top of him and forced him onto the bed. He threw his head back and laughed at my eagerness.
“Easy little wolf,”
he breathed against my rapid kisses. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I just missed you,”
I said to him as I straddled him.
Feeling him inside of me was all I needed at that moment. He held me closely as I moved myself up and down on his lap, moaning and throwing my head back at every sensation he gave me. He kissed my neck gently at first and then he sucked on it ravenously, kissing every inch of my body and leaving warmth in its place.
My heart was practically beating out of my chest as he kissed my lips and sucked on my bottom lip. His tongue twirled around my mouth making me feel dizzy with lust.
It didn’t take long for either of us to orgasm.
If then, we didn’t want to stop. After we finished on the bed, he lifted me and carried me toward the dresser, sitting me down and positioning himself between my legs. From there, he pleased me with his tongue, making me orgasm again before he entered me.
The dresser rattled and shook, nearly driving a hole in the wall as we made a vow of love. We were covered in sweat and were panting by the time we finished in the dresser.
His kisses turned less hungry and more intimate as he carried me into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
As we showered, the warm water and the steam that surrounded us covered so we could hardly see one another. But we didn’t need to see each other; we could feel one another and that was all I cared about.
He ran his fingers through my wet curls and cupped my face in his hands as he kissed me passionately. I wrapped my legs around him as he pressed me into the shower wall. I chuckled as the water tickled the back of my neck.
“Goddess, I love you,”
he breathed as he finished for the 3(rd) and final time.
This would be my 4(th) time and I was exhausted by the end of the shower.
We dressed in comfortable clothing, and he carried me to his bed where we could snuggle and be one with each other.
The memory of Xander in my dream invaded my mind and I remembered, at the worst time, what I wanted to do. As I laid my head on his chest, I gazed up at his satisfied face.
“I have to talk to him,”
I whispered.
He looked confused, looking down at me.
“Scott?”
He asked.
I shook my head.
“No,”
I said slowly. “Xander. I need to speak with Xander. Can you take me to him?”
Lila’s POV
Enzo quickly sat up in bed and looked at me with narrowed eyes. I sat up as well, trying to maintain a strong composure, but I always felt so weak when he looked at me like that. I felt my face reddening from the intensity of his stare.
“I’m not taking you to see that monster,”
he said through his teeth, and I knew from his tone that there wasn’t going to be a discussion about it.
“I need to see him,”
I said firmly, folding my arms across my chest. “I have to ask him questions of my own.”
“Tell me the questions and I’ll ask him,”
Enzo said, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
I shook my head, frowning at him.
“This is something I need to do,”
I told him. “Can’t you trust me?”
“Of course, I trust you, Lila,”
he said in return. “It’s him I don’t trust.”
“It’s not like I’ll be alone, Cole. I’ll have you with me and some of the gammas that are keeping guard of him. I’ll be safe.”
“Having you anywhere near him isn’t safe,”
Enzo said, pressing his lips firmly together. “I don’t understand why you want to see him suddenly. What answers could he possibly give you? Do you even think he’d tell you anything? He’s been through the wringer, and he hasn’t a word to any of us other than his usual nonsense.”
“That’s what I mean though. What if what he’s saying isn’t nonsense?”
I asked, furrowing my brows together. “What if he is trying to tell us something?”
“Lila, he’s not trying to tell us anything. That’s the issue,”
he said, shaking his head at me. “Why are you pressed about this?”
“Because I had a dream about him,”
I admitted, looking down at my hands and tugging at my fingers nervously.
“A dream?”
Enzo asked; I could feel his eyes still on my face. “What kind of dream?”
“I don’t even know if it was a dream,”
I said, looking back up at him. “It felt so real….”
“What happened in this dream?”
He sounded suspicious, but curious at the same time. He wasn’t angry, but he also wasn’t pleased if that makes sense.
“I think I was some kind of ghost or spirit,”
I explained; trying to recall every moment of the dream.
“You were dead?”
“Not dead, no. But nobody could see me,”
I explained. “I was in the dungeon watching my father beating Xander and asking questions.”
Enzo’s body froze as he continued to stare at me; I could tell he was struggling with his thoughts.
“You watched that happen?”
He sounded strained.