Taken by the Alpha

It's the Way he Feels

-Natasha-

I woke up before him and was happy to see that bracelet was finally gone. He must have slipped it off during the night. I jumped to my feet grabbing as much clothing as possible. He got a taste of my goods, but I'd be damned if he was going to continue to reap the benefits of my nudity. 

Oddly enough I had just had the best sleep of my life. It was refreshing to not wake up looking at a toilet or having to stretch out my neck from the awkwardness of the bathtub. He looked like he was experiencing just as profound of a slumber. Between his face half buried in the pillow and his legs stretched out taking up a majority of the bed I was dumbfounded how I had managed to fit myself in. 

Those underlying feelings from yesterday seemed to be gone. He still looked objectively handsome, and yeah I may have been a bit more attracted to him then previously, but it still didn’t change the fact that I was still his prisoner. Maybe if we had met under different circumstances and gotten to know each other first we probably would have gotten along.

“Sleep well?” He stretched and talked through his yawn like we were supposed to continue on like a married couple. 

“I’m fine,” I took a seat on the floor and wrapped myself in a blanket we had tossed to the side in our excitement just adding another layer to my collection.

He sat up without a care in the world letting the blankets expose him in all his attractive shredded-ness, “Something wrong?”

“No.” I lied, looking around everywhere but his direction.

“Ah,” He nodded and propped himself up against the headboard. “So you’re back to not liking me then?”

My chest ached at the thought of not liking him, maybe it was just some leftover feelings from that bracelet. I wanted to blurt out how he took advantage of me, I wanted to scream how I’d been tricked, but of course my stupid ass had to look right at him and see a sour expression that melted my heart. “That’s not it at all.” I quickly got to my feet and against my better judgement rejoined him on the bed. I made sure to keep myself wrapped up those extra barriers made sure to shroud me from his lingering gaze, “Alaric,” I began, “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about us.”

“What idea would that be?” He slid back down turning to his side as his hand caressed my back.

“The one where you think this is going to turn into something.” 

“Oh it will.” He laughed and turned back onto his back propping his head up with his arms, “It’s fine, take all the time you need.”

“Is that what you always tell your one night stands?” 

“So you think this was just a one night thing then?” He closed his eyes again sighing, “Oh sweetheart, if you say so.”

“Just get up and get dressed, I’m hungry.” 

“I bet you are.” He joked yawning again, “You sure you can restrain yourself?” playfully, he opened one eye trying to judge my expressions.

I laughed sarcastically, “Oh I think I’ll be fine.”

He threw the covers off away from me as he climbed free of the bed and walked over to the bathroom pausing slighting to take a long stretch making sure it was in my line of sight. Damn him. I cursed looking him up and down while his back was turned to me. Why’d he have to be so attractive? The way his hair was messed up and the way he ran those fingers through it. “Mmm…” it was an involuntary sound that I hoped he didn’t hear, but judging by his smirk as he shut the door I wasn’t going to be so lucky.

As soon as the door shut I tossed myself back into the bed. Every part of me wanted to follow after him and I envied the fact he was getting a shower. Why did I want to join him so badly? 

“You can do it if you want.” He called from behind the door. 

I chose not to answer instead just bury my face in his pillow. I couldn’t understand why his scent wasn’t as strong now as it was before. Did that bracelet give me heightened senses as well? I tossed the blanket off and looked around trying to find it. If I found it before he did he couldn’t put it back on me.

I found my clothes and shifted the pile quickly but it was unsuccessful, then I hopped back onto the bed. The blankets weren’t hiding it either. Time to search underneath, I flipped myself off landing on the floor. THere was nothing, no silver chain, just dust. 

“Damn it.” I hit the bed taking another look at the room. 

The bathroom door opened and if I thought he couldn’t get more attractive I was clearly not considering the after effects of a steaming shower. Smoke billowed off his bare skin and his wet hair was dripping little beads of water as it rolled over his chest. 

“Dear god!” I called trying to make it less obvious how badly I wanted to rip that towel off him. “Put on some clothes.”

“What’re you looking for dear?” He leaned up against the door frame crossing his arms. 

“Nothing.” I cursed taking another sweep of the room.

“Bracelet maybe?” He smirked. 

“No your collar,” I growled, also noticing how he was able to take that off himself, “Put on some clothes!”

“And take this view away from you?” his smile cracked wide as he looked down at me. “Come on.” He nodded backward, directing me into the bathroom with him.

“I’m fine here.” I declined.

“You’re really not, sweetheart.” He reached out his hand curling his fingers at me until I obeyed. “Come on.” He could sense my reluctance and again hit me with his own logic, “If I was going to hurt you don’t you think I’d have done it last night?”

I shrugged, but didn’t answer.

He led me into the bathroom taking his time running his hands up and down my arms. “Whatever the reason you’re fighting your feelings right now,” he whispered in my ear, “let go.” slipping behind me he wrapped his arms around my waist as his lips tickled my neck, “I love you so much, Natasha.” I felt him breath in my scent which sent shivers down my spine. 

I wanted him to take over and control the situation, but just as I closed my eyes ready to surrender to his touch I felt him move away letting go of my wrist. 

“Sorry.” he joked, “I just needed to get it back on you.” He took my wrist again waving it in my face, “Truce?”

“You f*****g asshole!” I pushed him away from me as hard as I could. “Why would you do that?”

“A bit weak in the knees are you sweetheart?” 

“f**k off.” I walked past him throwing myself on the bed. He was a manipulative troll and that wasn’t going to just go unpunished. 

“Natasha,” kneeling down, he rested his elbows on the bed, “it’s better if you keep it on. I noticed it fell off last night.”

“And you don’t have to wear that collar?” I glared at him throwing the blankets over myself. “Go away.”

He shrugged, “It’s progress I guess.”

I leaned up pursing my lips, “Progress?”

“Well yeah,” He smiled, getting back to his feet, “I prefer you in bed to in the bathroom throwing your fit.”

“Go get breakfast before I go back to the bathroom.” Choosing to ignore his little charming side eyes and smirks, I took the high road. 

“I’ll be right back.” He grabbed the first set of pants he could find and slipped them on quickly, losing the towel in the process but giving me a nice peek at his package beforehand. That deadly weapon was going to do it for me. 

I couldn’t shake that feeling of him inside me, thrusting between my legs and rubbing against me. He hit every spot he needed to and in perfect order. Why did I have to go and say it was a one night thing? Now if it happened again he’d gain all the power. The last thing he needed was more power, but damn was I ready to give him everything if it meant more of him.