The Alpha Emperor’s Resurrection

35: Aurelia

Attending loud rock concerts had never been an enticing prospect for me before, but Robin seemed excited by the thought, and I decided it might be a good thing to go out with him.

It took me ages to get dressed, and he went to speak to his sister while I was digging through my clothes for something appropriate to wear. It disappointed me that he asked her to join us, but I suspected Talia would take advantage of the situation, and I thought it would be good for her to attempt a civilized conversation with Caius without Saga around.

The dress I wore had been thoroughly modern, once; now it would be described as vintage. It was an elegant, plain black swing dress from the 1950s; ironically, the only thing I had that wouldn’t make me stand out too much.

I styled my hair to match, but made an attempt at slightly more alternative make up so I would look like the sort of woman people might expect Robin to pay attention to.

He seemed surprised when he came back to the room, and I blushed fiercely and turned away.

I felt ridiculous.

The ripped black jeans and black leather combat boots he was wearing were effortlessly cool, and I watched from the corner of my eye as he changed from one black shirt to another; the fresh shirt was emblazoned with a white scrawl - I guessed from context that it was the logo of whatever band we were going to watch together, and I nearly died inside.

“I think I may be overdressed,” I murmured.

“Overdressed? Saga is going to a black metal gig in a Versace playsuit, you have nothing to worry about. And you look beautiful, but I would rather you were comfortable. You’re carrying my child. You are worth more than just being my arm candy for the night.”

Moving closer to me, he ran his hand down my arm, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body; his voice was low and husky as he spoke. “There is nothing unsuitable about what you’re wearing, by the way. You look exquisite.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“Exquisite is not the right word, but thank you.”

“Exquisite is the perfect word; my attraction to you is subjective. You don’t get to tell me I don’t find you beautiful. But if you would rather spend the evening with your dad, I won’t be offended - you don’t have to come out with me and Saga.”

“No,” I snapped, immediately; I didn’t want them to go without me. I couldn’t stand the thought of Robin staying out all night without me. Someone would definitely decide he was theirs, and he wasn’t obliged to turn down their advances. “I want to come with you; we should really get to know each other a little better, given the circumstances.”

“This may not be the best way to do that,” he murmured. “And it’s nothing to do with who you are, or the way you’re dressed. My friends are good people; I’m not ashamed of them, or of you, but I’m trying not to put you in any stressful situations, and spending the night backstage at a shitty venue isn’t my idea of a relaxing evening. If anybody else had invited me, I would have turned them down.”

“I want to go,” I insisted. Something about the way he was making excuses felt like he was trying to convince himself he didn’t want to go when he was clearly excited.

“If you’re going to insist, we’ll go for two hours, but then we’re leaving so I can treat you like the lady you are.”

“Lady?” I laughed. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t f*****g know; I haven’t been in a relationship like this before, and this is still new to me, but I am pretty sure I should be spoiling you rather than subjecting you to a night of testosterone-fuelled chaos.”

I bit my lip for a moment as I considered what he had said; it did make me question my decision.

“It can’t be as bad as that if your sister is going, surely?”

Because Saga was absolutely not going to go anywhere that she might break a nail voluntarily.

“It’s a game to her. She knows the majority of the people there will judge her, and that their attitudes will change when they realize she’s there with me; she enjoys toying with people like that. And she’s had her eye on one of my friends for a while - he challenges her, and if she wasn’t so convinced she needs another wolf to make her happy, I think she would give him a chance. She appreciates the attention he gives her and he's probably more interested in seeing her than talking to me.”

I nodded. It wasn’t like I could complain about her wanting attention from other men when I was frustrated by her relationship with my father, but I knew it would hurt him when she inevitably moved on and discarded him. My mother was still keeping her distance from the rest of us, so it was highly unlikely she would reappear to comfort him and he was already struggling with the fact he was so isolated.

“That’s none of my business,” I mumbled, checking my hair in the mirror one last time before I finally decided I was ready - as ready as I could be. “I don’t care what games your sister plays, as long as I don’t end up with a half-sibling. I think that would make it our baby’s cousin and its aunt or uncle, and that kind of dynamic is not one I want to navigate, even if it is only a technicality.”

My attempt to change the subject was cringeworthy, but Robin laughed anyway.

“You think she’d let that happen? She’s too selfish for that. You have nothing to worry about.”

I sighed, and let the thought drop.

“We should get a move on. I don’t want to show up late and leave your friends waiting.”

Robin held out his hand, then pulled me into a hug. His hands ran down my back and rested on my ass over the black rayon dress, pulling me in tighter against his body.

“Alright. But it’s a good thing we’re going to this gig; I don’t think I would ever leave this room if I wasn’t forced to, lately.”

As if I hadn’t noticed, and he didn’t seem so eager to leave for the gig now that we were close enough for me to feel his heart beating wildly.

“Should we-”

His hands moved to my hips, and he turned me away from him before I could finish my question.

“I have other things on my mind,” he whispered against my neck as he pushed the airy fabric of my dress up and ran his hands up my thighs, slipping his fingers beneath one of the garter straps that probably made me seem old to him.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against him, feeling his warmth and the way he moved his hands along my thighs with a touch that was both skilled and unsure.

He hesitated for a moment, and his heart was thundering; I made a noise between a whimper and a moan, trying to urge him to carry on without patronizing him.

He complied and moved his hand to skim the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before he realized I wasn’t wearing anything beneath the garter belt, and nudged my legs apart slightly. His fingers slipped inside me, awakening the part of me that had been aching for attention nonstop recently.

“Good girl...” he whispered, sending a pleasant shudder through me. “How does it feel?”

How did it feel? To be the focus of his undivided attention, to be in love, to know that no matter what happened to us, I would always remember him, because my baby was a part of him...how did that feel?

His fingers moved in a slow and steady rhythm until I was panting and shaking against him.

The pleasure was exquisite and my body moved in time with him, my head falling back as I arched into his touch.

“I want more,” I whispered, but he withdrew his fingers from me.

“Yeah?” he kissed my neck again. “How about we get to the city, and I’ll give you a taste of what my life used to be like?”

I whimpered, and when he stepped back from me, I grasped the window ledge and waited for him to give in to temptation.

He moved my skirt out of the way without hesitation and rubbed his aching length against me, determined to drive me insane.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as he entered me with a shallow, slow thrust; when I tightened around him, he drew a sharp breath before pushing himself all the way in.

I pressed back against him and he moved his hands to my hips, pinning my dress out of his way.

His firm but gentle guidance encouraged me to move in time with him as he thrust into me until he murmured something; his phone was buzzing again, and I pushed back hard against him so he wouldn’t get distracted.

“Harder,” I gasped.

He pulled me back roughly and grunted when I clenched around his c**k.

“You’re awakening things I don’t think I can ignore, baby girl,” he said, his voice strained and a little gruff.

I was in no state to discuss that, or even to tease him about being Alpha one day.

“Harder,” I gasped again, more of a desperate plea than a sensual command.

I felt him swell slightly - the revealing pulse that came from a moment of unbridled, primal arousal - before his fingers dug into my hips.

“f**k,” he groaned; his phone was buzzing again, killing a moment that would have been intensely pleasurable if he could just have been an Alpha satisfying his urges with his pregnant potential Mate, and not a man with a human alias and a group of people waiting for him.

“Maybe we should–”

“–we’re not going anywhere until I’ve felt this p***y c*m around my c**k,” he purred. “Understand?”

I gasped and bit my lip as I felt him throbbing impatiently inside me, waiting for me to give him a response.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He growled as he thrust hard into me, and it made my blood run hot.

“I might find us someone else to play with tonight. How does that sound? Someone to help me get these urges of yours in check before you push me too far?”

The idea never usually appealed to me when I had feelings for the person I was with, but it excited me when he mentioned it and he laughed dryly; he knew me better than anybody else had for many years, even though we hadn’t known each other for long at all. We hadn’t ever seriously discussed exactly how open our relationship was, but he saw that my hormones were driving me crazy. Whether the person he was planning to find was a man or a woman didn’t matter to me.

“Don’t stop,” I panted.

It made him moan, and he dug his fingers into my hips as he came with no warning, then swore under his breath.

I could have teased him, but I waited patiently for him to catch his breath and twisted my hips slightly to feel how hard he still was.

He slapped my ass when I pulled forward slightly and buried himself back inside me, sliding his hand between my legs so he could touch me as he moved slowly.

"Tell me what you need," he said softly, brushing his thumb over my c**t.

"I need you," I whispered. "I don't want anyone else. I only want you."

He kissed my neck, pushing his hips against me; he had probably been aware of that when he suggested we find someone else.

"You're mine," he said firmly, offering me the reassurance I hadn't realized I was in need of to lose myself in the moment completely. "Always."