Alpha's Reunited Lovers

chapter 2

Chloe's POV

"Well. I- i- th- ....it-" I kept stuttering, not knowing the right words to say to him. He just went back upstairs to his room, I followed after him and got to the door.

I opened it and walked in to see him getting undressed. I didn't bother turning away to give him any form of privacy as I had already seen all of him countless times.

I walked over to where he stood and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I was more scared of this moment and his silence tortured me so much.

I wondered what was going through his mind but I wouldn't be able to know that yet.

I truly wished he'd still pick me, I knew how much he genuinely loved me but a part of me couldn't help but feel a bit unsure that his decision would favor me in any way.

Mine and Dexter's relationship was one of a kind. He had found me a long time ago, in my parent's house.

But by the time he found me, my parents were dead, they were killed by rogue werewolves who threatened the peace of our pack to date. After that, he took me in and I lived in his mansion ever since.

We had grown fond of each other and soon fell in love. We had many steamy nights and he promised to make me his Luna a day after I turned 18 and shift to my wolf form.

I had trained hard my whole life to be worthy of that position, and I also wanted revenge on those savage werewolves who had murdered my parents in cold blood.

I had even mastered all the knowledge needed for me to become a great Luna but now the moon goddess deprived me of that right and I was scared Dexter would do the same to me now.

"You can go to your old room tonight. You don't have to sleep here" his cold tone echoed through the walls of the enclosed room. I kept holding back my tears and tried to speak clearly

"But I want to sleep here," I complained. "But I don't want you to," he complained. I made him turn and look at me without releasing my hand from his torso. He had a blank expression and I knew as always he was thinking about what was good for the pack.

"I'll change your mind" I concluded and stepped on my toe to meet his height but I still couldn't so I pushed hard on his shoulder until he was finally closer to me.

I locked my lips with his and engaged him in a sweet kissing session. After a while, he caved in and kissed me back.

His kiss was hungry, and demanding, he was wild and ravaged my lips like a starved animal, a strangled moan vibrated in my throat when he combed his hand through my hair.

He swallowed up my moan, which erupted on his lips and responded with a deep rumble of his own. I jumped and crossed my legs at his hips and he held me to support me.

I felt so hot and so longing and pining for something only he could give me at the moment. He gave my butt cheeks a tight squeeze while kissing, sucking, and playing tag with my tongue.

He released my cheeks and I felt his hands caress my thighs getting fuel to the already blazing fire burning within me, I felt him get closer and closer to my groin and moan in ecstasy.

I rocked my body towards him, longing for the pleasure he had given me countless times before.

He kept kissing my lips wildly like he couldn't get enough. I felt something really hard massage me down there when suddenly, he parted our lips and lifted me easily like I weighed nothing.

His mouth found my breast and he sucked on my left n****e while caressing the other with his hand.

He had one hand on around my waist and the other flicking and pinching at my right n****e while sucking and biting on the left with his delicious mouth.

"Ah!" I kept moaning in sweet pleasure, I felt breathless and loved this feeling So much. He left my n*****s and kissed my throat to my jawline and back to my lips.

His kisses were hot and intense and I could sense hunger burning within him and me. I had my eyes shut the whole time to savor the feeling and pleasure he was giving me.

I felt my back press onto something soft, warm, and cozy but I could only concentrate on the pleasure Dexter was giving to me at the moment.

Ah!" I moaned in sweet pleasure, I felt breathless and loved the feeling so much. He left my melons and latched his mouth onto my throat, then to my jawline back up to my lips.

His kisses were hot, and intense and I could sense hunger burning within him in contrast to the burning hunger I also felt.

His fingers unbuttoned my shirt and I was now left in my underwear, he trailed his fingers from my abdomen downwards to my groin and got to the flimsy fabric I wore.

I felt him press his fingers flat on my underwear and moaned loudly.

"Ah!" It felt so good and I wanted no more.

He finally pulls away while I groan in protest. He slowly takes off the rest of his slacks and reveals he's Mount Everest to me.

I noticed a little scar on his skin which he had gotten the day he had saved me from the rouge werewolves for the 4th time.

I also noticed a tattoo of a werewolf with red eyes; tattooed perfectly on his chest.

"Ah please more" I internally begged. He pleasured me in ways I had never imagined. His every touch was fire and I was more than willing to burn in that fire.