Alpha's Little witch

4. safe words

Chapter 4

Alpha Demitri's POV

I used to hate her so much. Blame her for taking my beloved mate and wife away from me.

Rhoda wouldn't have died that night if not for her whiny demands.

She wouldn't have skidded off the track in the blizzard if she wasn't trying to get Scarlett an early birthday gift.

But then I came to the agreement that Rhoda wouldn't blame her daughter whom she loved so much.

So I took it on, the role of spoiling and pampering our daughter as much as she would have done and initially I was perplexed.

What would I do with the younger girl who got hit by her car and forgot all the memories of her life? But then I decided to take responsibility and give her an identity.

Omega, since we couldn't determine what she actually was, a name, Loretta and Lora for the inner voice although she never changed into a wolf. 18 for her age, but even that was a guess and the job of looking after Scarlett. It was the only way to keep an eye on her at all times.

Even after ten years, no one had come looking for her.

And my wolf got restless every time I tried to get away from her.

"Is that all for the meeting?" I asked the elders who all gave a nod of approval.

"Yes Alpha Demitri. Thank you for your wise words as always."

"Thank you all for coming to this meeting to ensure a prosperous pack," I rose to my feet and they all bowed after me.

"Where would you like to go?" My personal guard and second in command, Jake, said as he fell to my side.

"Back to the pack and please clear my schedule for the week. I need to spend more time with Scarlett now that she's back."

We got into the car and the drive fell into silence.

Rather than thinking of ways to bond with my daughter who was away in college for four years, the memories of what would have happened with Loretta surfaced.

"Alpha, we are here." Jake opened the door.

"See you next week. I'll ensure everything is in place and ready for you to get back into work." He said.

I nodded with trust that he'd do all that.

"You enjoy your vacation as well," I said as I walked briskly towards the small quarters I decided to reside in, hoping she'd be there. On the couch so I'd scoop her to my bed and lay by her side again.

It wasn't enough, but I could make do with it.

The only touch of a woman I've felt in 10 years.

But when I reached, the lights were out and except for the soft hum of music, I couldn't sense anything.

They must be asleep.

I opened the door with my keys and stepped into the house. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room. The couch was empty and I accepted my fate as exhaustion from moving all around started to weigh on my shoulders.

I took a quick shower and dried my skin before jumping under the duvet only to realize the naked presence of another.

Smooth skin, ample bosom and an inviting wetness in the apex of her thighs.

I withdrew my fingers before I could explore further.

"Please don't stop," she reached behind and grabbed me by my most private part.

Squeezed gently then let her hand rest before her soft breathing continued.

I flickered the light on as the blood rushed down to that spot.

"Loretta," I called with a tap on her shoulder. She opened her eyes gently then jumped off the bed like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Don't be scared, it's me."

My gaze greedily raked through her naked frame.

Her boobs were even bigger than I imagined and the scar that ran down the middle of her chest to the tip of her navel reminded me of the night she was found beside Rhoda's car.

"You shouldn't be home until next week," her hands flared to cover them, but I sat up and pried them away.

"Don't hide from me. They are beautiful."

"I got them from the rogues before you saved me," she said and I pulled her between my legs.

"Yes. But you stayed strong and alive before I got there. You fought for your life," I added.

It was the story she was told.

"But why are you here? Scarlett said…" I wrapped my hand around her lovely waist.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," I said and she pressed her thighs together.

Her gaze fell to my hard-on, "me too."

Then she looked back at me. "But I shouldn't."

"Why not?" I asked through gritted teeth to silence Damon in my mind.

"Scarlett," she paused to pry my hand away from her waist, "she wouldn't want this."

I dropped my fists to my side to comply with her. I needed to know that she wanted this.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You!" She blurted out before turning around. "I feel so ashamed and guilty for trying to take the place of someone who I didn't even get to meet. I hate myself but these feelings wouldn't leave me alone. I…"

My gaze fell on her backside. They jiggled when she stomped her feet and it took everything in me not to plunge my c**k into the center.

"You can't possibly want me," she turned around because of my silence.

But my eyes had turned a golden shade and Damon was right at the edge of turning if I didn't do something.

"Mate." I confessed.

Her eyes went wide.

I rose to my feet as perspiration pooled on my face. I hugged her so tight so she could hear how loudly my heart beat for her.

"You're my mate," I said.

"How? But one can only have one mate. Besides, Lora would know."

My heart broke and I pulled apart.

She didn't feel the mate pull.

"I guess that's it then," I forced a smile and climbed into bed, pulled the duvet up to my shoulder and turned my back to her. "You should go to your room."

"But… no!" She insisted as the bed dipped on the side and her body heat wrapped around mine.

"If I'm the only one feeling the mate pull, then maybe it's not meant to be. I can't force..."

"You're not forcing anything Demitri. How about this. We give it a try once and if I still don't feel anything we will pretend all this never happened," her voice broke at the end.

I turned on my back and she planted her lips on mine before I could say any reason.

"Mate," Damon growled in satisfaction.

I pushed her off, "Loretta, you need to be sure about this before…" I paused when I noticed the glint of red in her eyes.

It was gone when I blinked so I shoved it off as a reflection from the bed lamp.

"Demitri," she peeled my duvet off and pointed to my chest, "what do you want?"

My chest pounded with a need for her.

"You. But what if you're not my mate? I won't be able to stop once I start."

She smiled and rested her hand on my chest, "we have all week to find out."

The beast in me roared and broke through all restraints. My already engorged c**k hardened and jutted the first stream of precum.

"Loretta," I hummed her name and grabbed her lips in mine and kissed them hard until I could almost taste iron.

She didn't stay idle either.

Her hand found the base of my c**k and instead of a hand job that I'd expected, they reached for my balls and juggled them between her fingers.

"Do you have any safe words?" I asked as we broke the kiss.

"I haven't done this before," she started with her index finger on my lips. "So don't stop until I tell you to."