The Alphas Assassin (Complete)

Face to Face

*Ariella*

I took in a deep breath as I leaned back against the door of my room.

I’d finally looked the Alpha in the face… he wasn’t Alpha Valerian… instead, it was his son Gabriel… and I could tell by that deep sandalwood smell that my worst fears were confirmed… He was my late night Casanova that I’d now run into on two separate occasions…

I sucked in a shivering breath as my body collapsed to the floor. The heat between my legs sparking up painfully after having been in the presence of his addictive scent for that long.

I pressed my hand into the band of my pants and rubbed gently, sighing as my fingers hit the sensitive area. My fingers slipped into me, and I could feel myself contract around them as I sighed and leaned my head back against the door.

Then a knock sounded at the door.

“Who is it?” I asked carefully.

“It’s Beth.” I heard her say through the door.

“Alpha Gabe is asking for a meeting with Taylor and you to get to know you two individually.”

I swallowed hard, pausing with my fingers still inside me.

“Okay…” I choked out. I knew I’d need to face the Alpha before long, but I was hoping I’d have time to care for myself, and hoping that my secret lover wasn’t the Alpha… “I’ll be out in a second…”

Beth led me down the hall to the office I‘d been all too familiar with… I had popped another suppressant. Hoping the medicine would help keep my body in control.

But as soon as Beth opened the door I was hit with that intoxicating scent. She closed it behind me and I looked after her, horrified that I’d been left alone with the Alpha.

“Ms. Constance…” his voice floated into my ear. In a different way than it had when he had growled it into me while he penetrated me. It was smooth and calm, regal almost, as if it was coming from the mouth of a King. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you…”

When I looked up I caught his gaze, hazel green and dark hair over a chiseled face. Tiny freckles dotted the apples of his cheeks. His hair was gelled back neatly, and he had on a casual pair of dark slacks with a light pink dress shirt. A watch was tightly wound around his wrist with a steel face.

He grinned as our eyes met, I could see perfect white teeth behind his perfect pink lips. His eyes seemed to flick up and down, carefully surveying me with hungry eyes.

I could feel my chest thudding painfully as my heart raced. A sickening feeling gripping me as we stared, both of us knowing exactly who the other one was.

Worst of all, his scent alone made my heat flair. The burning feeling throughout my body built back up again and I could feel myself soaking into my panties as I faced him. I wanted to feel him engulfing me again. I begged to feel him inside me, filling me with his intoxicating presence.

I found my finger reaching for the door handle, but instead of opening the door and fleeing from the terrifying feelings, my finger clicked in the lock. The tiny pop of the lock radiated into the quiet room, eliciting a devilish grin. Then his finger beckoned me forward as his eyes lowered into a hunter's gaze.

I felt my feet move on their own. I couldn’t figure out how my body reacted on its own instinct with him and not with anyone else.

Gabriel reached for me, gripping my hips as he pulled me into his lap on the plush chair he had been sitting in.

His lips hit mine and my body shivered as the tingles of his kiss cascaded down my spine in waves of pure ecstasy. The feeling of his lips were electric and my breath caught as the sparkling feeling rushed through my body like a wave over a quiet beach.

“I’ve been waiting to see you Princess…” he whispered into my lips as he parted.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting…” I whispered back.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.” I whispered back.

“Yes what?” He asked into my lips.

“Yes Sir…”

He easily stood and dropped me down on his desk, kissing down my lips to my chin and down my neck. Then his lips slipped over my clavicle. Gently sucking my skin into his teeth as he let them scrap through my flesh.

“f**k…” I whispered as his teeth bit into me.

“You are so sexy…” he whispered when his mouth left my skin. His mouth tracked up my chest again. I felt his teeth come to points as he came closer to the crest of my shoulder. He paused, letting his canines prod my skin gently, begging for permission.

“No marks…” I whispered, and his probing eased up. He seemed disappointed… and I was too… But no matter how badly I wanted him to mark me as his, I knew bearing the mark of the alpha I was meant to kill would lead to only bad things.

He raised from me, leading my body up to a sit as I stared up to his eyes. They were dark with lust and he took in deep breaths as spit glistened from his lower lip. I could see the disappointment in his eyes as he nodded.

“Undress me.” He ordered.

My fingers slowly raised to the buttons on his shirt. Starting where his neck was and slowly pinching out each button as I went down. Revealing a built chest and thick muscled arms as I pushed the shirt from him. Then I let my fingers down and found the buckle of his belt and yanked at it. He gave me a delighted grin, his cheek dimpling as he smiled.

His hands met mine, smoothly unhooking the belt where my hands had fumbled to undo it.

My throat dried, and being face to face with him my confidence suddenly plummeted as I watched him stare back at me longingly.

His lips once again crashed against mine, sucking my lower lip into his teeth as he bit down, pulling my lower lip to him just slightly before letting it go.

His hands eagerly pushed beneath the hem of my shirt. His fingers grazing bare skin and forcing new sparks to light my body on fire.

His hands hooked beneath my legs as he yanked me to the edge of his desk. He slammed my groin to his and I grunted in surprise as he flushed his body to mine, his hands trapping me on either side of the desk as his lips ravaged me.

His teeth pulled at my lip, his hand fell into the small of my back making me arch to him. His fingers pulsating into my muscles which had been undoubtedly sore the last few days. His lips traveled up to an ear, bit my ear lobe then down into the curve of my neck and over the crest of my shoulder.

His other hand worked at his belt, swiftly unlooping it as he pulled. It clattered to the floor, the buckle making a clicking noise as it bounced against itself. Then his hand tugged at my pants pulling quickly before I could react. I responded by lifting each foot as the legs slid off and found my bare bottom pressed against his cold desk.

He penetrated me slowly, letting me suck in his presence as he pressed. My eyes rolled and my head began to fall back away from him. As he deepend he moaned, the noise rolling from his lip like a low, rumbling purr, causing heat to engulf my body like the ashes of a smoldering hearth coming back alive.

“You feel… so good…” he breathed into me as he hit the end and I squeezed.

I only moaned in response to him as he pumped. He raised away from me, hooked his hands under my legs again and pulled me, I caught myself back on the desk before one of his hands slowly pressed up my stomach to my chest pushing me backwards. papers and pencils shifted beneath my body as I leaned back. My head hung from the edge of his desk, my back arched almost painfully as his hands wrapped around the thinnest part of my waist, the heels of his palms hooking into my hip bones. Held me firmly in place as he slammed into me.

I finally let myself lay back and enjoy, something I hadn’t yet done with him, something I’d hardly done with anyone else. I always wanted to control. But with him, I wanted to give up every piece of control I could to his command.

The loud smacking of his body against mine drowned out as the blood rushed to my head. Ecstasy filling my brain as I savored every hard thrust. His thumb carefully strummed my c**t like a guitar string. The orgasm gripped me in quaking waves as I squirmed against the chilled wood of his desk locking my head back as I tensed and arched. I hardly registered his voice anymore.

“Inside or out?” He asked, his voice deep and authoritative. It was a command to answer not a request to respond to.

“Out. Please…” I breathed.