Snow Alpha

Chapter 14

My back is now pressed against the cold, hard oak door with Ashton's arms placed on the door around me, so I have no escape.

"Now where did you run off to little wolf?" Ashton says, his eyes scanning my body, probably checking that I'm not injured.

"I just went on a run into the town, had a coffee, then came back." I say in a sweet voice, trying to coax him subtly out of this dangerous behaviour.

We stand there like that for a couple seconds until I take my advance, I run my hands up and down his chest gently, I then slowly put my hands under his shirt and feel his muscular abs - he purrs in contentment.

"You know I found a couple of nice places that maybe we could go to for a date." I say innocently.

He closes his eyes and nods his head, taking in the feel of my hands on him. I then move my hands to his back and softly massage his taught muscles. Suddenly he moves closer into me, his hands on my waist and his eyes intently staring into mine - flickering from my eyes to my mouth.

He closes the distance, his mouth gently pressing on mine, this gentleness soon disappears and both of us are fighting for dominance - the Alpha side of both of us showing. Whilst we are dominantly kissing, not being able to get enough of each other, I slip my tongue into his mouth - tasting him.

His hands are gently caressing my waist, I take this opportunity to hoist my waist against his hips, so now we're as close as possible - my legs now wrapped round his waist. His hands gently caress my upper thigh, gradually inching up higher - I now regret just slipping on an oversized top. My hands are still under his top, running up and down his chest - sometimes moving them to his back, loving the feel of us skin on skin.

The sparks erupting with everything we do sends me internally crazy.

He sends me crazy.

I pull back for a minute; the loss of our mouth contact makes him grunt slightly but we're both gulping in air greedily.

Our foreheads lean against each other, both of us lightly gasping for air, our hands still moving slightly on each other. The sparks never ceasing.

We stay like that for what seems like ages until I rub my hand across his cheek, my thumb pad making unknown patterns. I ask ever so sweetly, "So is all forgiven babe?"

He scoffs but after a minute of me giving him the 'puppy eyes' he sighs and nods. I then go to unwrap my legs from his waist, wanting to have a shower, but he tightens his hold on them - making me wonder what he's planning.

His hands trail lower on my waist, so they're now positioned on my bare arse - I shake my head inwardly, not ready to do anything further yet. I push him away, he takes a few steps back and looks wide eyed at me. I shake my head and head into the kitchen without another word, I hear him rushing into the kitchen behind me as well.

"I'm sorry, my wolf was excitable and then took advantage. You know I'd never do anything if you weren't ready, I'll wait." He says genuinely.

My back is facing him, I'm leaning against the counter facing the cupboards, I nod my head hoping that will ease his mental suffering with his wolf. I don't want him to see me in this state, the tears silently and solemnly leak out of my eyes, without permission. They dampen my heated cheeks, they slide over my puffed-up lips.

The way his hands travelled just reminded me too much of what happened, the fact that he doesn't know what happened, the scars covering my body - it's all too much for him to know now. An unwelcome sob escapes my lips and before I can say anything, Ashton is behind me.

His arms snake round my waist tenderly, his head nestling in my neck, he says "I'm sorry love, I didn't realise it would affect you this much."

I shake my head and open my mouth to try and tell him that it wasn't him, but more unpopular cries leave my mouth. He swivels us round so now my face is cradled in his chest, I wrap my arms round his large torso and allow myself to be comforted. He says sweet things in my ears, his hands running up and down my back - soothing my tight muscles, his lips placing light, feathery kisses on the top of my head.

After I've calmed down and I'm not weeping anymore I pull my head out of his chest and look up at him. I internally cringe at my appearance, my eyes probably as red as my puffed lips, my mascara running down my face and my hair most likely sticking out in every which way.

"It wasn't you, it was what happened to me - it made me remember unwanted times. I'm still getting used to this mate ideal as before most of the hands on me sexually were forceful so for me to get used to you, unfortunately it could take some time." I apologise, feeling guilty for making him wait.

Most mates mark and mate each other within the first three days of meeting, we've been together for three days and we've only marked - the mating won’t be completed by the end of the third day. I personally can't imagine doing those intimate ordeals with someone after only knowing them for three days, yes, I understand they are your mate and you feel the mate bond but you don't actually know them - unless you've known them for a long time which is quite rare. Ashton nods his head gingerly, but I feel the tightening of his fists with the material of my shirt when he hears of another man or men's hands on me, I know this would bother him and his wolf.

I know it would if the circumstances were reversed--

Damn right we'd be angry, I'd go looking for the man stealer right away! My wolf interrupts my trail of thought at the mere notion of another man on me, I then chuckle inwardly.

I gently remove myself from Ashton's steel hold and mumble my plan about showering and then going to bed to relax, I quickly peek at the clock and see that it's just after 6pm. I walk upstairs and go to my room, once I'm there I quickly strip out of my clothes and jump in the shower - relishing in the warmth of the water cascading down my body. I massage my scalp gently with the shampoo draining off my hair and down my silky skin, I get out after doing the usual.

I shiver once I get out, I hate that feeling of getting out the warm shower into the bathroom which may not even be cold, but it seems it. I dry myself off lethargically, feeling drained of energy after the intense mental and physical day. I slip on Ashton's hoodie, this reaching mid-thigh, and my pants.

I leave the bathroom and am happy to see Ashton lying in only sweats on my bed, just like earlier. I walk towards the bed and once I'm there I snuggle under the covers and cuddle into Ashton, loving the feel of us together. He plays with my damp hair, sometimes lightly massaging my scalp, I hum in approvement when he does that - loving how relaxed we are.

I shortly find myself falling asleep, the darkness engulfing me.