The Alpha of my dreams

Savannah's POV Feeling his searing touch on my skin, I felt a smile of contentment form on my lips. The man of my dreams has arrived… As I opened my eyes groggily, he climbed on top of me before claiming my lips with his hot ones. All remnants of sleep left my body as I lost myself in the passionate kiss. So addictive… He pulled back from the kiss, and I let out a groan of protest. But then he peppered kisses down my body, leaving a pleasant burning sensation wherever his lips touched. Unable to take it anymore, I pulled him back to me and kissed him hungrily.  Soon, clothes were flying everywhere in the room as we lost ourselves to the passion. And then he gathered me in his arms and pressed his lips against mine in a demanding kiss. I clutched his hair desperately, a silent plea to end this torture and to claim me. As if he could hear my thoughts, he did just that.  While we were still kissing, I felt him slide inside me and the sensation of being complete came over me. It was as if a part of my soul was missing and with us joining; it became whole. It was far beyond physical gratification… Though he started with slow, gentle strokes, soon it changed to hard, aggressive pounding. But it was exactly what I wanted. As I spiralled into an abyss of bliss, I felt him tensing above me, and soon heard his deep groan as he finished.  I laid panting heavily as if I had run a marathon and waited to get my bearings. He slid off from me before laying beside me and pulling me to his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my body and I smiled when I realised that it was exactly in sync with that of mine.  Slowly, I came back to my senses and my gaze fell on the impossibly gorgeous specimen of a man caging me in his arms. As I took in his green eyes that glittered like emeralds, the straight aristocratic nose and his thin pink lips, I heaved a sigh of bliss.  Even though I had been having these nightly visits from him daily for an entire month, each time I felt the same excitement as if it was the first time he appeared. With a fond smile, I remembered the day I had met him for the first time. It was the night I had caught George, my boyfriend of two years, redhanded while he was cheating on me. I had broke up with him and to drown out my rage, I had dived head first into a werewolf novel that I had bought on my way back home. I slept off with the book in my hand and there he was, the green eyed hero of the book, waiting for me in my dreams. And he looked a hundred times better than my imagination... I hesitated only a moment before jumping into his arms and kissing the daylights out of him. Because, hello? Who will just stand there idly when you have such a God in front of you? And it was just a dream and nobody was going to judge me like in real life!  That night, it was just a steamy make-out with just the words 'Mine' and 'Mate' repeated in wonder by him. He acted as if I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The power that gave me boosted my confidence so much that I became a vixen. Unlike my real self…  From that day, he visited my dreams daily and some days, we talked while the other days, we just loved each other. Kisses turned to steamy passionate lovemaking and it felt so real that I even felt a twinge of pain the first time as if he was really breaking my virginity. I would have doubted it was all real if not for the fact that there was not an ounce of pain the next day morning… I shook my head before looking at my dream man again. I had an amazing imagination to create such a perfect man in my dreams! Maybe I should thank all the smut that I hide within my textbooks for helping me create such a masterpiece! I curled into his arms and I knew that I was not content with just an hour daily with him any more. I wanted him to be real and if he couldn't be, I didn't want to go back to the boring real world where I was just another nobody… "What is your name?" I asked just like every other time I did from the day he appeared in my dream for the first time. He smiled at me and shook his head, just like he always did. "I can't spend the entire day without seeing you and just have this little bit of time with you. It is just not enough anymore." "I know. Soon, I will find a way to take you to my world. I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms all day, mate…" Mate… That was what he always called me even though I introduced myself as Savannah. At first I wondered why he called me that. But then I assumed that it must have been selected by my subconscious since it was all a dream… "I wish this wasn't just a dream…" "And I always told you I am not just a dream. I am as real as you are, princess…" he said with a mischievous smile that transformed his gorgeous face to almost ethereal. This must be what they mean when they say, 'the face of a God'...  Then I realised what he said. That he was real. I shook my head with a sad smile. I wish it was true but I knew very well that he was just a fantasy conjured by a virgin girl who was too wimpy to try the real deal. Or find the perfect man because I had s**t luck when it came to men, as proved by George, my asshole of an ex. I was glad that I never gave up my virginity to him. And when I have found a perfect man, it had to be in a dream. And now, real men could never hold a candle to my dream man. I guess I would have to stay a virgin forever in reality. Well, I would just have to live in my dreams then. And what wonderful dreams they were... The thought of waking up alone without his warmth was enough to dampen my blissful mood. How I wish I could wake up and see him curled up next to me. How wonderful will it be to wake up to see his gorgeous face and start my day with a good morning kiss from him. If only…  "Sleep, sweetheart. You must be tired. I will see you tomorrow." "I don't want to sleep. I want to stay here forever…" I said, fighting off sleep.  "I wish so too. But one hour is all I have and I will be gone anyway. Sleep for now my sweet mate. I will find a way for us to be together forever…" he promised. "I love you, my dream man," I mumbled incoherently, already falling into the clutches of sleep. "I love you more, my mate…" I heard him speak as if from a tunnel.  I had a smile on my face as I drifted off to sleep, knowing that I will meet him in my dreams again the next night. I always did. But he didn't come to me the next day. Or the next. Or the next...