Fated to the Alpha

"Please go slow, this is my first time..." I try to keep the tone of my voice steady. I don't want to let on just how nervous I am. "Your first time?" He has a sudden look of shock and confusion. "But I thought that..." his voice trails off. "No. Never." My voice is still soft, but calmer now. I'm surprised at the level of comfort I have found with him. "In that case, I will be as gentle as I can, but it still may hurt a little. I am not going to lie though, I'm relieved to be your first. It makes everything far less complicated." He softly touches my face, and I feel a trail of sparks that follow his fingertips. I nod in absolute agreement. This is in no way what I had thought it would be, and I inwardly pat myself on the back for refusing to go that far before I was mated. He gets up and goes into the kitchen and comes back with two bottles of water. "We're going to need these," he says with a smile that looked as nervous as I feel, "because it's going to be a long night." He gathers me up in his impossibly strong arms as if I weigh nothing, and slowly carries me back to the bedroom. We both feel the weight of what is about to happen, and the desire to make it so. After tonight, there will be no going back.