THE ALPHA'S TEACHER

THE STRANGER'S TOUCH!

AIDEN'S POV :

"Mia," I murmured, my voice low, thick with something I didn’t want to name. "Come here. Sit on me. Face me."

She hesitated, her fingers twisting in her lap. Her wide eyes flickered with uncertainty, but she didn’t move away.

She wanted this, and I feel that.

Slowly, she moved forward, climbing onto my lap, her thick, curvy thighs spreading around mine. The moment she settled, heat pulsed through me. My hands instinctively gripped her waist, her softness pressing against me. She was warm, intoxicating, and when her hips shifted slightly, a sharp breath escaped me.

Her hands braced against my shoulders. "Like this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," I rasped, my hands sliding along her waist. "Just like that."

She swallowed hard, her breathing uneven. I tilted my head, brushing my lips against the edge of her jaw. A small gasp escaped her lips, her fingers trembling against me.

I smirked. "Sensitive?"

She exhaled shakily, her body pressing closer. My fingers traced over her curves, slow, deliberate. She melted under my touch, instinctively arching into me.

I pulled back slightly, letting my thumb skim over the swell of her hip. "Relax, let's remove this," I murmured, removing her glasses.

I looked into her sets of beautiful brown eyes that were innocently staring into mine.

"Let me take care of you."

She nodded, wordless, trusting.

I tilted her chin up and kissed her, slow and deep. She sighed against my lips, her fingers tightening on my shirt. She was hesitant at first, but as I guided her, she followed, opening up to me, letting me in.

She shifted in my lap, her warmth pressing against me, and a quiet moan slipped from her lips.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I muttered, my grip tightening.

She shook her head, and cheeks flushed. "I just… it feels…" She trailed off, biting her lip.

"Feels good?" I finished for her, my hands roaming over her back.

She nodded.

I groaned, sliding my hands beneath her oversized gown. She shivered but didn’t stop me. If anything, she arched into my touch.

"Good girl," I murmured against her neck, trailing my lips down, tasting her.

She whimpered, her hands clutching at me as I pulled her gown over her head . The sight of her bare skin, her curves on full display, had my control snapping.

"f**k, Mia," I groaned, my fingers skimming over her waist. "You're perfect."

She didn’t look away. She wanted this.

I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring her. She moaned softly against my lips, pressing closer, her body needy, eager.

Sliding a hand between us, I let my fingers tease her, testing her readiness. But when I pushed a little further, she tensed. A small gasp tore from her lips, her body going rigid.

I stilled.

My head lifted, searching her face. She was breathing hard, her fingers clutching at my arms, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

I exhaled slowly, realization settling in.

"You’re a virgin," I murmured.

Her lashes fluttered, her cheeks flushing deeper. She didn’t deny it.

She faintly nodded her head.

Something primal surged inside me—possession, protectiveness, an instinct I hadn’t expected to feel.

I cupped her cheek, brushing my thumb over her skin. "You should've told me," I murmured, my voice softer now.

Her fingers flexed against my shoulders. "Would you have stopped?" she whispered.

I inhaled sharply.

Maybe I should have. Maybe I still should.

But I didn’t want to.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

She nodded without hesitation.

"Then I promise," I murmured, brushing my lips over hers, "I’ll make this special for you."

She shivered.

Just as I started to move, her hands suddenly pressed against my chest.

"Wait," she whispered.

I froze instantly, my pulse pounding. "What is it?"

She glanced at my arm, brows furrowing. "Your injury," she murmured. "You shouldn’t—"

"It’s fine," I interrupted, my voice firm. "I’m fine."

Her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, but then she caught the look in my eyes. I wasn’t lying. Whatever pain had been there before was drowned out by the need consuming me now.

I wrapped my good arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "I need this, Mia," I murmured. "I need you."

Her breath hitched, her resolve crumbling. And then, she kissed me.

I took my time, letting her body adjust, whispering against her skin, guiding her through every sensation. She clung to me, learning me, trusting me.

When I finally pushed inside her, she gasped, tensing against me. I groaned, gripping her hips.

"Relax," I murmured against her ear. "I’ve got you."

She exhaled shakily, nodding. Her body adjusted, softening against me. I held still, kissing her neck, whispering to her, letting her take her time.

And then, she moved.

A soft moan spilled from her lips, her body instinctively responding, learning. I guided her, hands firm on her waist, keeping the rhythm slow, deep.

"That’s it," I rasped, kissing her deeply. "Just like that."

She was lost in it now, her body trusting mine completely. And I let myself get lost, too.

Her breathing hitched, her fingers clutching my shoulders. "oh my Goodness," she whimpered, her body trembling.

"Aiden, call me Aiden" I whispered.

"Aiden, it feels so good" she whispered between moans.

I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers. "Let go," I urged, my voice rough, my own control slipping. "I’ve got you."

She shattered around me, a breathless moan spilling from her lips, and I followed her, burying my face in her neck as I lost myself completely.

For a long moment, we stayed like that.

She slumped against me, her cheek resting against my shoulder, her body warm, spent.

I should have pulled away. Should have reminded myself that this was only for tonight.

But instead, I held her.

And for the first time in my life, I wondered if one night would ever be enough with a woman.

MIA'S POV:

I woke up instantly, my eyes blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The realization hit me like a wave—I was lying on the floor of my sitting room, completely naked under the sheets. And I wasn’t alone.

Beneath the covers, a stranger lay beside me, his body warm against mine. My breath hitched as the memories of the night before rushed back. I had given myself to someone whose name I had only learned in the heat of passion.

But instead of regret, all I felt was a strange sense of fulfillment. He had been so deliberate, so attentive to every detail about me. Every touch, every movement had been with purpose, making me feel things I had never felt before.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered—he had been injured. How had he even managed? I had been so lost in the moment, I had completely forgotten.

"Aiden." His name lingered in my mind, the way he had murmured it against my skin still vivid.

I exhaled softly, carefully pulling myself away from the warmth of his body. The sheets felt cool against my skin as I reached for my nightgown, the scent of him still clinging to me. I snuck quietly toward my bedroom, my heart beating a little faster than it should have been. I needed to get ready for work. As soon as I've written my name on the time book, I will come back home, so I could take him to the clinic for proper care.

And with one last glance over my shoulder, I let a smile tug at my lips, savoring the feeling of being wanted—truly wanted—by the kind of man I had only ever read about or seen on TV.