Alpha's Reunited Lovers

chapter 4

Chloe's POV

"I don't mind your morning breath. I want to kiss you," he said.

And he did just that in the most loving way ever.

His kiss was deliberate, slow, sensual, and intentional all at the same time. He took my lips in his, biting and sucking gently, before sliding his tongue into my mouth.

I tried, but failed, to hold back the strangled moan that vibrated in my throat when he combed his hand through my tangled hair.

He swallowed up my moan, which erupted on his lips and responded with a deep rumble of his own. His tongue slipped out of my mouth and he sucked on my lower lip once more before releasing it.

"Last night was beautiful. I enjoyed every second of it- every second of you," he whispered seductively.

"I enjoyed myself just as much as you did," I said.

"Today is going to be a good day. I can feel it," he said before nibbling on my ear lobe.

I sighed in contentment as we lay in comfortable silence for a while. Dexter's arms were wrapped around me while my head lay on his chiseled chest. I let my mind wander off to what had happened last night and I suddenly felt gloomy once more.

The moon goddess had denied me the opportunity to shift to my wolf form, I felt so dejected and lost. It felt like my whole dreams in life had crumbled down right before me and my biggest fear was also being rejected by Dexter but after what happened last night I realized that it was all in my head.

Our activities last night and his gesture this morning were the assurance I needed to know he'd still pick me because he truly and genuinely loves me a lot just as much as I genuinely love him.

"Are you still going to call for a pack meeting today?" I asked

"I had made them wait for long enough. As you know, I'll always put the needs of my pack first" he answered

"And that's why I love you a lot," I said with a huge smile on my face.

"I love you too" he answered and placed a kiss at the crown of my head.

Sunday afternoon met me cleaning up the mess Dexter and I had made in his room.

After our tete-a-tete in the morning, which consisted of Dexter assuring me that everything will go well, and him successfully convincing me to go along with whatever decision he makes, I had eventually convinced Dexter that staying in his bed with me for the entire day was not such a good idea.

While I would not mind staying in bed with Dexter the entire day, letting him unravel my body and take me to Cloud 9 and back, it would not be very responsible of him to leave his duties as the pack's alpha unattended to just because of a few hours of pleasure.

Dexter left to deal with some matters later that morning, but not before showing me exactly what I would be missing between the sheets for the rest of the day while he was away.

Once he had headed out of the house, the doors closing and locking with a resonating beep, I buried myself deeper into the bed sheets and inhaled his intoxicating scent which was imprinted all over the room- on his sheets, on his pillows, on his clothes- everywhere.

Once I had my fill of Dexter's musky cinnamon scent, I went out of his room and headed into my own, naked and unashamed as there was no onlooker. I scurried into the room's adjoining bathroom and started with my morning hygiene.

Staring back at me, in the bathroom mirror, was the definition and splitting image of a hot mess. I looked like one who had been thoroughly and perfectly sexed- in other words, I looked exactly the way I felt. I ran a hand through my tangled mess of hair and sighed in contentment.

Humming an upbeat tune to myself, I turned the knob of the shower, watching as the heated water blasted out of the shower head until steam clouded the mirror.

With a chipper attitude, I hopped into the marble-tiled shower enclosure, letting out a gasp as the water which was coming out of the shower jets pounded onto my back, soaking my hair and my neck in the process and arousing every one of the fibers in my body all at once.

Deciding to shave, and using the mechanical razor blade that sat on my shampoo holder, I annihilated all the miniature nubs of hair from my legs by running the blade gently over my soft skin.

After carefully shaving the other parts of my body, I progressed to my hair, lathering shampoo onto it and massaging the cool liquid into my brunette tendrils.

Once I was satisfied with the number of times I had run my fingers through my hair, I rinsed off the shampoo foam and repeated the process with a hair conditioner, making sure to take my time to massage it onto my scalp.

Then my favorite part of the shower came- I cleansed my body, the soap foaming over every inch of my skin.

As I ran my hands up and down my body, lathering my skin and spreading the lavender-scented soap all over myself, I recalled the feeling of Dexter's magnetic touch that I find so hard to stop thinking about.

I released a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding, and after standing in the shower for a few more minutes to wash off the soap, I abruptly twisted the knob, turned the water off, and stepped out of the bathroom. I reached for a towel on the hanger and thoroughly toweled myself dry.

After wrapping the towel around my body, I reached for another smaller one, sashayed over to the bathroom counter with it, and carefully towel-dried my hair, letting it fall limply while the long damp curls cascaded down my back, reaching just a few inches above my waist.

After wrapping the towel around my body, I reached for another smaller one, sashayed over to the bathroom counter with it, and carefully towel-dried my hair, letting it fall limply while the long damp curls cascaded down my back, reaching just a few inches above my waist.