An Alpha and A Secretary

Chapter 10 - The First Night

The day of the ceremony passed in a blur of food, drinks and friends. Around 10.30pm Rachael came to collect me and led me upstairs into my room. She had laid out a blue babydoll on the bed and looked thoroughly proud of herself.

“Put this on, and wait in the Alpha’s room. Good luck for tonight.” She giggled and showed herself out of my room. I looked down to the piece of clothing, or scrap of clothing on my bed.

It was gorgeous… It matched the blue on my dress, with a tulle skirt and lace top. It tied at the front with a large bow. I gulped, this was overkill, surely.

Regardless, I showered, took my hair out of its ties and put it on. It felt so soft on my skin, but I felt so self conscious. A bottle of jasmine perfume had been left on the desk, which I applied modestly. I pulled my dressing gown on, slipped on my slippers and padded down the hall to the Alpha’s room. I’d never actually seen it before, I’d never been in. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knocked on the door.

“Freya? I’m just going into the shower, but come in.” 

Here goes nothing. I opened the door and stepped in. His room was so simple, I should have expected that I suppose. It had a royal blue and white colour scheme, with a simple bed on one wall, and wall to wall bookshelves opposite it. A few armchairs sat in front of a fireplace built into the middle of the bookshelves. 

I went and sat on the bed, took off the dressing gown and placed it on the end of the bed. The sound of the shower felt so distant, and the sound of smooth jazz radiated out from the bathroom. So I waited for him to finish.

After around ten minutes, he appeared from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Oh boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his abs, or his chest, or his shoulders, or that V line or-

“Enjoying the view?” Andrew spoke, using a second towel to dry off his hair.

“I- I m-mean- Well- … Yes.” I stuttered, turning a bright shade of red, which simply made him laugh.

“I can’t say I don’t love the view I have either, the colour suits you Freya,” He moved to stand in front of me, he placed one hand to the left of me and leant down. He placed a gentle kiss on the crook of my neck and whispered, “too bad it won’t be staying on for very long.” A shiver ran down my spine. His other hand drew a line from my shoulder, down my back and finished on my waist as he pulled me in for a kiss. This man would be my demise. Isolde was fighting me for control at this point, practically begging to be allowed to take this man. 

He pushed me down onto the bed, straddling my hips as he deepened the kiss. His skin was so soft, despite the roughness of his hands, and his muscles were like rocks underneath. This man, my mate, truly took my breath away.

He slid one of his hands under the skirt of the babydoll, caressing my left breast gently. Then he stopped, grabbed me around my waist and twisted us both 90 degrees and up properly onto the bed. This action caused his towel to fall off and it was quickly kicked off of the bed. The sight in front of me was breathtaking, my mate in all his glory, and what a glory it was. I looked up to him, cupping his cheek in my hand. His eyes were swirling with black as he fought his wolf for control.

“I.. I’ve never done this before.” He murmured, kissing the tender spot just under my ear. 

“I haven’t either, but I know it’s going to be amazing. Don’t hold back.”

He growled a little, his hand travelled down from my breast to my hip, and in one quick motion my underwear was off of me and onto the floor. The feeling of his hand moving up the inside of my leg was like fire. I pulled his lips up to meet mine and temporarily lost the ability to think. It was like there was no one else in the world but the two of us. A couple of his fingers teased me, but they were gone as quickly as they were there, replaced with something much larger than his finger. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, sounding quite nervous himself. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of anything in my life.” 

He kissed me and thrust in, halting to let me adjust. I let out a small sob of pain and hung onto him tightly, waiting for the sharp pain to subside. He held me tight, kissing my head gently.

“Can I move?” He whispered, and I nodded. It hurt, but the pain was soon replaced by pleasure. It felt so right in every way. Isolde begged me for more, to be allowed out to enjoy this too, but it wasn’t the right time. Andrew kissed the crook of my neck, just higher than where he would leave his mark and where I would leave mine on him. I wrapped my arms around his back, holding on tight in fear that this would all disappear. My legs lifted up and wrapped around his hips, pulling him in deeper. He suckled and nipped at my neck, but didn’t bite yet. One of his hands was supporting him while the other grasped and squeezed and my breast. 

“Are you ready for this?” He whispered against my skin, I nodded a reply and began to kiss his neck. We marked each other as we both climaxed, it was painful but also brought an indescribable bliss, a high that we enjoyed in each others arms.

The next morning we awoke in a pool of sunlight. Andrew kissed the top of my head, “Good morning my love,” I rubbed my eyes a little, looking up to him, “How did you sleep?” 

“Better than I have in a long time. How did you sleep?” 

“Likewise,” he ran a finger over where he marked me. An ice blue crescent moon now sat on my skin, and a black one on his. “It’s official now. We’re mates,” I nod, cuddling into him. “You should rest this morning,” he states, sitting up and leaving me on the bed, “I have a meeting with another pack.” 

“Wh-”

“Your gown is on the back of my door. You can show yourself out.”

And with that he got up and headed into his bathroom, leaving me in the bed. It took me a moment to process what had just happened. 

“That bastard!” I stood, with a wince, and grabbed my gown. The door slammed behind me as I headed out into the corridor and back towards my room. “Has he so little empathy he doesn’t even realise that this was meant to be a special morning?” I whispered to myself, entering my own room. I headed for the shower and turned it on full power. “Bastard.”