Celebrity Alpha Series: Book one: The Billionaire Alpha's mate.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cole's world reeled and spun on its axis as his lips connected with Mia's soft, lush ones. His lips came down on hers, brushing softly, his eyes remained open to capture her reaction. Mia gasped, the act opening her sweet mouth a little bit wider for him, and Cole delved in. His arms tightening around her as he lifted her in such a way that her legs wrapped around his lean waist and her back was against the heavy gym door.

He angled his head, his tongue delving into her wet mouth as it intertwined with hers. His heart soared when she speared her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, her breast molded against his hot chest. He rubbed his callused hands up and down her arms before encountering her zipper. He pulled the zipper all the way down and gasped in relief when his hands came in contact with the smooth flesh of her lower back. With one hand holding her head in place as he ravished her mouth, the other was causing havoc on her body as he molded her lush breast and pinched her pleasure peaked n*****s.

She gasped, tore her mouth away from his and looked down into his eyes. Eyes that were probably a bright silver by now from all the pleasure. Mia did not look away. Instead she trailed her fingers over his growing stubble and reddened lips, then lowered her head and kissed him again. Softly this time, her scent playing havoc to his heightened senses as he struggled to pull in large gulps of her intoxicating scent. Her lips brushed softly over his and the jolt of electricity that ran down Cole's spine was one that he had never encountered around another woman before.

He tore his mouth away from her willing ones and rested his forehead against hers to catch his breath and tried to gain a little control. His c**k throbbed and pulsed against the soft material of his gym shorts. With a start, Cole realised that his d**k was in between the hot, wet juncture of Mia's thighs. With bitter regret, he realised that so much clothes separated them. He would've love to thrust his aching erection deep into her wet, juicy opening and hammer away till both their bodies were slick with sweat and c*m and hers was sated and limp with pleasure.

Cole did not realise that he'd been thrusting at Mia's wet jeans covered p***y the whole time. With their clothes still between them, he thrusted against her and she gasped, her nails raking down his back. He hammered faster between her slick thighs and she moaned and writhed in pleasure, stifled screams coming from her throat. Cole felt his own c****x thunder upon him like a runaway train, worried that Mia was not there yet he opened his eyes in time to see her beautiful face glow with pleasure as her own o****m coursed through her, making her shiver. Cole held her tighter against him and let out a low bellow as his c**k shook and pulsed, unloading thick waves of c*m against his gym shorts.

They stayed like that for a while, him holding her tightly against his chest and she with her head against his shoulders, her body wrapped limply against his as she shook and shuddered from the last waves of her pleasure. God damnit! He'd not c*m like that in a long time, and he had not even been inside her yet. What on Earth has this woman done to me, he thought. Holding her felt so right, so... perfect. It felt like she was his, his to keep, his to love and because that made him feel oddly uncomfortable, he stepped back and pushed her off him.

They stared at each other, breathing heavily. Mia walked down to the gym's floor to ceiling mirrors to take a look at herself. Man, she looked thoroughly kissed...and f****d, literally. Her dark eyes had become even darker, her mouth was swollen, her hair was mussed and she looked swept away with desire.

"Now, miss Rodriguez, I love my coffee black...and hot."

Mia turned quickly and stared at him, her eyes wide with shock, trying to figure out if she'd heard him right. Seriously, coffee? He was thinking of coffee after he'd just all but made love to her pinned against his gym door. He looked so cool and calm, as if the kiss s***h 'take-me-off-my-feet' almost f*****g had never happened. She on the other hand looked like she'd been caught in a violent tornado. Mia had never felt so mad in her life. She walked up to him and shoved him against the chest. He didn't even flinch.

"You're asking for coffee? You just kissed me and almost had s*x with me against my will and you're bothered about coffee?"

Cole smiled patiently, then he picked up the jug and poured himself a mug of steaming hot coffee. He took the first sip and dropped the mug back in the tray. Then he turned towards her, every sexy, magnificent piece of him drenched in sweat.

"For a moment there I almost thought you said I kissed you against your will."

"Well, I remember you asking, and me telling you no." Mia said in an angry huff.

"And I can clearly remember you kissing me right back and your sexy little hands roaming up and down my back and your pleasurable cries, just begging for more."

Heat singed Mia's already flushed cheeks and she looked away. Cole could have called her a damned slut and it wouldn't have hurt this much. She said tightly,

"Mr Cole Anderson, the very next time you touch me, I swear to God I'll..."

Cole rose to his full six feet three and stared down at her.God he was simply unbelievable. It should have been a sin for any man to look like this man did, handsome, hot-as-sin, sexy as hell and dangerous all at once. Mia had confirmed her suspicions earlier that Cole was not completely human but she couldn't quite put a finger on what he was yet. She knew that the line between their world and that of the supernatural was a very thin one.

But he did not have the evil, hatred filled, green eyes the rogue werewolves that had killed her parents and almost tortured her to death some years ago had. Instead, his was a deep blue, like the sea during a storm. And as she'd learned before, it shimmered with golden flecks when he was angry and turned silver when he was...well, when he was aroused. Cole's hard tone slapped her back to reality.

"You will...?" he challenged her.

Mia was still reeling from the stunning things she had just realised. Cole was a friggin' Lycan, a werewolf, a damn shape shape shifter. She turned towards him, her eyes round as saucers as images from seven years ago filled her mind. Horrific images she'd tried so much to keep locked away. She saw her parents tortured, her mum screaming in pains as one of the lycans r***d her, before they killed them. She saw herself, chained and almost beaten to death by their leader as she tried to protect the then twelve year old Maria from being touched by those monsters.

She started towards the door and Cole's voice stopped her.

"Hey, Mia." He walked towards her then tried to touch her hair. Mia saw red, the painful memories still fresh in her mind. She stumbled back and his hands fell to his sides. Mia knew that it wasn't fair to blame every member of the Lycan species for what had befallen her family but she'd lived with the anger and hatred for so long. It was simply too difficult to let go.

"Your hair, it mussed."

Mia seethed. He was worried that someone might see her and guess what had happened in the gym. He valued his wealthy personality too much to have it ruined by one small kiss with his low class house keeper. She gave him a death glare and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Stay away from me Mr Cole Anderson" she told him, her voice shaking with anger, " I meant it the first time."

With that, she yanked the door open and slammed it back on it hinges. Damn, even the door sounded angry.

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Mia stomped down to the kitchen and began slapping pots and pans around for a while, then she stopped. Who was she kidding, cleaning the whole kitchen would do nothing to stop the happenings of the past thirty minutes from playing over and over again in her mind. Coffee, she hadn't had coffee since morning and no coffee actually meant death of most of her brain cells.

She poured herself a mug of steaming coffee, wanted to drink it black then realised that Cole liked his coffee black so she dumped milk and sugar into hers. She refused to have anything in common with the arrogant assed billonaire. She was sure she hated him, right? Somewhere back in her subconscious, her heart laughed at her. She could dislike Cole Anderson but she was not capable of hating him. Cole made her feel things that she'd sworn she'll never feel again and after all she'd been through, there were things she thought she might never be able to feel again.

Somewhere in her mind, she registered that it was just a small kiss but Mia knew that it had been more than that for her. Mia couldn't even remember being kissed like that before, with so much hunger and energy and passion but yet with touches and caresses that were so gentle to the point that she'd almost broken into tears. Cole Anderson was a huge hunk of a man and his Lycan nature made him even bigger than most men but he'd touched her like she was precious and fragile and Mia knew she'd never been told touched that way by a man before. Instead she'd been abused and left scarred both physically and emotionally. But Cole's kiss had sent sensations through her body that she could never even imagine.

Then her face fell. After the kiss, he'd all but pushed her off him like she was a bug that had crawled its way up his shirt. He had been indirectly telling her that that she was just an annoying, little Spanish girl, a nuisance and most importantly, just his housekeeper...his maid. And Mia knew from experience that the upper class did not associate with, much less befriend members of the lower class.

She had vowed after the death of her parents that nothing else would ever deliberately bring tears to her eyes. Right now, she'd come so close to breaking that vow.

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Cole was in a foul mood. After Mia had left earlier, he'd lifted some more weight, then attacked the punching bag in a fit of rage. Later, he'd went in for a quick swim in his indoor gym pool. Now as he towelled off, he couldn't help but think about the disgusted look in Mia's eyes earlier, just before she slammed the door in his face. He sat down with a groan on one of the gym chairs. He felt like a cad for kissing Mia earlier but she'd pushed him, damnit.

She had appeared in his gym looking so delectably delicious in a cute pink sweater that did amazing things to the highlights in her hair. Her jet black eyes had looked like a bottomless sea and he'd all but drowned in them. He'd made up his mind earlier to just ignore her, but how could a man resist a woman like Mia Rodriguez? and even though he was a full grown wolf, he was just flesh and bones anyway. He rubbed his hands over his eyes and stretched. Damn, his muscles ached like crazy. He couldn't wait for his sister and brothers to come for that visit so he could engage in some sparring contests with his brothers to ease the aching tension in his muscles.

Funny that he had not felt his aching muscles when Mia had been in his arms earlier. Infact, he realised, he had not felt any pain at all and his body was aching like crazy lately. The whole world had fallen away and everything narrowed down to her, so sweet, so perfect and...so right. The first day he saw her, he'd itched to run his palm over her smooth, heated skin. Doing that today had felt so much better than he'd imagined. Damn, kissing Mia was way better than his imaginations...and he'd imagined that very much lately. Nothing had ever felt better than having Mia's soft lips under his. She was so soft, so vulnerable, he could have hurt her if he was not careful.

And Cole had a feeling that someone had hurt her. The feeling sat in his gut and refused to go away. He'd seen the haunted look in her eyes too many times since yesterday and she always seemed to be looking over her shoulder when ever she was outside. She also called her sister so many times during the day to check on her. Cole knew that something was definitely up and he was going to find out what it was. Someone had hurt Mia and he swore to himself that if he ever found that person, he would kill him.

He cranked his neck to the side. He needed a masseuse, and he needed one soon. Images of Mia running her soft, smooth palms over his aching back filled his tired mind. He wanted her, and it will be a cold day in hell before he ever allowed her to shut him out. But he needed to give her some space for about a day or two. He was going to find himself the best and highest priced female masseuse in the county and get to soothing his aching limbs.

But how the hell was he going to stay away from his own housekeeper? Damn!