Saving her Alpha

Chapter 4

# TRIGGER WARNING # s****l CONTENT

Laura

The door to my apartment opens and I don't need to look to know it's Erick. His heartbeat tells me he is stressed, it's rapid and erratic. I can feel the tension vibrating through his skin. His large hands leave a trail of warmth on my body as he pulls me against him bringing his face to my neck and inhales deeply.

He doesn't say a word and I feel his lips on my skin, his hands on my body pressing us closer and closer. My eyes close by instinct when we kiss, my hands tangle his hair, he pulls my legs around his waist and pushes my back against the wall.

"What's going on baby boy?" I ask but he doesn't answer, he keeps claiming my mouth with his punishing kisses. "Erick..." I put my palmed hands on his hard thorax and try to push him.

" I don't like when you call me by my name." His eyes are so pained. He is hiding, masking his feelings with lust. I could push him away, I'm stronger than he is right now; but he needs me.

"Erick, don't... "

"Laura, please!" He begs me, pushing his hard-on against my stomach.

My baby boy is so heartbroken. I'd do anything for him. We lock eyes for a moment, he is searching my soul for something, but my soul is buried deep. I give in to him grinding my hips on his hard-on while his hands go under my clothes to undress me. I let him lead, dictate the rhythm. He throws me on the bed and take momentum roll over him. I kiss his neck, I can feel his pulse on my lips, his heart rate rise, his grunts become louder, his pounds harder.

"Laura, please..." My fangs sink in the soft flesh of his neck, right over his jugular. A few mouthfuls after I release him, he holds my face bringing my mouth to his, very slowly linking my lips. My eyes close and rest my forehead on his taking a deep breath. We don't talk for a long talk, I lay by his side and we stay like that until he gets up.

Erick's clothing smells of dry blood, his own and someone's else. I'm not sure if he was just trying to blow out some steam, it wouldn't be my first guess. I know my baby boy too well, Troy must have something to do with it. Erick doesn't like to fight, he avoids this kind of confrontation. His wolf, Troy, is bloodthirsty.

"Enjoying the view?" I am brought back from my thoughts with Erick splashing water at me. He is in the shower, I am sitting on the vanity. The hot water makes it feel like a sauna, the fog covers the mirror.

I smile at him but don't answer. He gets out of the shower and snakes his strong arms around my waist pulling me close, so close our bodies mold into each other. With my hands tangled in his hair I pull his head back and appreciate the fresh bite wound on his neck.

His blood is young and sweet; rich and intense. It has this inebriating effect on me; makes me carve for more. Every bite was a rush of adrenaline.

I can't stop myself from running my tongue over his warm and smooth skin, my eyes rolling back on their own as his strong rough hands slide down my back to grab my a**. He pulls my legs around his torso and walks us to bed.

He kisses me with despair, devouring my mouth. His lips dance on my skin alongside his tongue and teeth. I let him feast, and run my fingers through his hair.

A long moan escapes my lips as he makes his way down grabbing my br***ts, and sucking on my n***les. He keeps moving south, kisses my stomach, and trails all the way to my s*x. I'm already wet when he slips his tongue in and drinks my juices as if he found an oasis after weeks of walking in the desert.

My back arches up, and he holds my hips down with one strong hand, the other playing with a n***le.

I or***m when his teeth graze my cl*t, and he goes on sucking to prolong my high. My vision is clouded and I see stars all at the same time. I think I lose the ability to think for a few seconds.

"Relax, baby. Come back to me." I hear him coaxing me back from my high as I try to catch my breath. My body feels heavy and light at the same time, the things he can do to me.

He lay his head on my chest. I know he is trying to hear a heartbeat, but my heart doesn't beat to a rhythm he could meet.

"What happened, baby boy?" I run my fingernails over his shoulders, drawing the strong muscles on his back. "And don't try to distract me with another org*asm!"

"I don't know what else to do anymore. I think I'm losing my mind, sometimes I think that it was all a dream, that I dreamed her."

Rosalie. How many times I heard her name; how many times I heard him calling for her in his dreams, his nightmares. His voice is laced with pain, his muscles are tense, and Troy is crawling under his skin. It's been getting harder and harder to keep him from going feral.

I don't know what to say, I just hold him in my arms. I try to hold him close, hold him tight, to keep him from falling apart. His warm tears touch my skin, they leave a burning sensation on their way.

He cries silently, pain, sorrow, and longing pouring out of him. I feel Troy trying to reach out to me, my poor young wolf.

"She is out there somewhere, baby boy. You'll find her." I say after what feels like hours. And it's true, I know she is out there because he would know if she was dead, he would feel it.

He ends up sleeping, to tired to fight the blood lost.