An Alpha and A Secretary

Chapter 7 - A Fire Like Touch

It had been a couple of days since I arrived at the pack house, everyone was being so lovely to me, but I still hadn’t seen my mate. I sank into the bath further, the water lapping against my chin. The bathroom attached to my room was stunning, with tiled floors and walls and the same massive windows. It had a rainforest shower in one corner, and a free standing bath in the other. Nothing beat a hot bubble bath to take away the day. Most of my time was spent studying as I had taken a few days off classes to get settled in, the lecturers understood given the circumstances. The mornings and evenings I spent in the books, but every afternoon I was taken to see different parts of the pack's territory. Today I had spent helping out in the fields picking berries and apples. Rachael had initially suggested it as a way to get to know the pack, but I was enjoying it thoroughly. 

I had also spent some time in the nursery of the pack house, it gave me such bad baby fever that I couldn’t stay for long. I had spent many moments from then thinking about any future children Andrew and I would have, and if they would take after him or me.

I was so deep into my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed the bathroom door opening until a voice called out. 

“I’ve been calling you for at least ten minutes.” 

The surprise of hearing Andrew’s voice in my bathroom made me jump, my arms quickly coming to cover myself. I looked over to him, his face was expressionless. Andrew stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. 

“Ah, I’m sorry. I was relaxed and lost in my own thoughts.” I avert my eyes, searching for where I left my towel. Isolde however, was desperate for me to just jump out of the water and kiss him. Andrew must have realised as he grabbed one from the shelf and brought it over to me. 

“I came to apologise for leaving you on your own here. I’ve heard you’ve been keeping yourself busy, visiting our numerous work sites.” I take the towel from him, waiting for him to turn away but he doesn’t. 

“What are you waiting for? He’s your mate.” Isolde whispers, egging me on. Ok, maybe this could be amusing. I steel myself a little and stand up. I step out of the bath and wrap the towel slowly around myself, trying my best not to shake as I maintain eye contact with him.

“I thought it would be a good way to get to know the pack and what it does. It wasn’t like I was busy doing much more.” His eyes flicker a little as I do so and his ears redden, however his facial expression barely changes. 

“The pack appreciates your efforts,” I smile at him, going to wash my face in the sink. God I must look so red and sweaty because of that bath. Thankfully the water was cold on my face as I washed it. “They want the ceremony to occur soon. What do you think of this?” 

Ah yes, the Luna ceremony. It was sort of like a wedding between a Luna and her pack, as well as her Alpha. 

“I don’t see any reason to postpone it indefinitely,” I turn to look at him, leaning against the sink behind me. “Afterall, there’s no doubt about whether or not I am the Alpha’s mate.” I reach to get a jar of lip balm off the shelf, rubbing a little onto my lips as I raise an eyebrow towards him. 

“No, of course not,” I start towards the dressing room, picking out a pale blue night dress, Andrew follows as he talks, “I…” He trails off a little, watching my actions before shaking himself. “I’ll have someone come to fit you for your dress and- shit.” He whispers the last bit as I drop the towel, starting to pull on the night dress. I turn to look at him as I adjust the strap.

“Yes? Is everything alright?” Oh boy was he red now. He took a couple of purposeful steps towards me to close the distance. One hand wrapped around my waist, pulling my tight against him and the other cupped my face as he kissed me with so much passion I thought I’d melt. Carefully he maneuvered us both backwards towards the wall, moving his kisses down my cheek to my jaw, to my neck. My hand laced into his hair, praying that he wouldn’t stop. His hand that was previously on my back slid down to cup and squeeze my behind. 

“We should move to the bed.” I whisper into his ear, nibbling it a little after. 

He scoops me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries us through to the bedroom. Andrew throws me to the bed and stands over me, his eyes dark and lustful. He removes his shirt and slowly lowers himself down over me. He kisses slowly and deliberately across my shoulders, one arm supporting his weight as the other trails up the inside of my leg. His touch left fire in its wake and sent a shiver up my spine. I let my hands explore his shoulders, back and chest, trying desperately to memorise every rise and fall and each muscle. Our hips met, pushing and grinding against each other, eliciting a growl from Andrew. His hand had just reached my folds when there was a loud knock on the door. 

“What?!” snapped Andrew, as he grabbed a blanket to throw over me.

“Sir, Rogues have been spotted on the territory outskirts. They aren’t entering but we thought you ought to know.” calls the voice, it sounded like James but he didn’t enter the room.

Andrew let out a growl and stood up. I sat up with him, pulling the blanket up to my shoulders. He lent down to kiss me one last time before donning his shirt and storming out of the room. 

Of all the bad timings… I sighed and flopped back onto the bed, wondering if he’d return that night, but he didn’t.