The Alpha and His Mermaid

Chapter Eight

Samantha

Blake's lips haven't left mine at all. His tongue was in my mouth and I was just letting him take complete control, which wasn't a good idea in the first place. I felt like I should have more control, probably because I was majorly turned on right now and it felt amazing.

I rolled us over, which was pretty hard to do since Blake had the qualities of a beast, but I somehow managed. I think that when he saw me struggled, he tried helped me out a little bit, after chuckling of course. He was now on the bottom and I was straddling him which felt good. His member was poking my inner thigh and it felt excited that my wet core was on top of it. The thought just made me wetter.

We continued to kiss until we ran out of breath, well, until I ran out of breath. But still, Blake just went straight to his routine of pleasure. He kissed down my jawline then to my neck. He found my sweet spot and his claim on me and I couldn't help the moans that left my mouth when he kissed and sucked it, leaving a hickey. He hands gripped my hips and helped me grind down on this member.

Before he could continue, however, we heard a knock. Blake groaned and I hopped off his lap. I went to get off his bed, but Blake pulled me back.

"You're not answering the door with that on."

"But you can? You're literally naked in a towel."

"First off, it doesn't matter what I'm in. I'm the Alpha, they all have seen me naked before. You're my mate and no one was allowed to see you the way I do." He quickly kissed my forehead before he went to answer the door. The door was around a little corner, so I wasn't able to see who it was, but I sure heard them.

"I heard," an older woman said. I was assuming it was Blake's mom and she was talking about me.

"Heard what mom?" Blake wondered shutting the door.

"That you found your mate! After all these years!"

"I did," he confirmed. That's all he had to say? I mean, he doesn't know much about me if anything at all, but I was his mate. He could have at least sounded more ecstatic.

"Where is she? I heard she slept over last night." As she said this, she turned the corner and she saw me on the bed. She didn't look like Blake at all. She had straight long blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. She had glasses and looked to be my height.

"Hi," I greeted. Realization slapped me hard when I didn't know either her first or last name. This made me think. I slept in the same bed with a stranger and I didn't even know his last name. I moved off the bed, carefully so I didn’t flash the poor women and held out my hand to shake. She gave me a weird look and I grew anxious. I decided to try again. "I'm Samantha and you're Blake's mom I presume?" This time, she turned to face Blake, who was still in a towel and was pressing his fingers to his forehead, as if he was embarrassed or aggravated.

"You didn't tell her about me?" she finally asked.

"No mother," he sighed. Why was he acting like this? This was his mother. If I acted like this towards my mother with a boy over, I would never see that boy ever again.

"Why not?" she scolded and then turned to me. "I'm Katherine but everyone calls me Kate."

"Nice to meet you."

"What is this, a family gathering? Come give your mother-in-law a hug!" She exclaimed and held her arms wide open. I hesitantly made my way over to her awaiting arms. This hug was ten times more intense than a regular greeting hug. We just met and she's acting as if we're long lost sisters. We almost could pass as sisters, if it wasn't for my hair being naturally curly and my blue eyes.

"Mom. Put Samantha down. Aren't you getting ahead of yourself, as usual?" Blake asked. Kate groaned but did what she was told and dropped my bare feet to the cold floor. Now that I had a better look, we were pretty much equal in height.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she sighed.

"I am. Now, do you have some clothes for Sam so she could shower?" I had completely forgotten about that.

"I don't think my clothes will fit, but I'll ask your sister." As she left, Blake chuckled out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" I wondered.

"My mom," he answered and stopped laughing. "Go get in the shower. I'll get dressed and leave some clothes on the bed so you can get dressed alone as well."

I nodded and made my way into the bathroom. It had a sink, a sliding shower, a toilet, a Jacuzzi, and a little closet. The walls and the tiled floor were white with a hint of black and brown. Overall, it was really big like I had predicted. I heard the shade close and I turned around to see Blake walking away. I walked to the shower and turned the water on, letting it heat up. Of course the shower walls were made of glass and touched the ceiling. What else would I expect? I looked for two towels and other shower necessities. I undressed and stepped into the hot shower, letting the hot water relax me.

About a half hour later, I was clean. I wrapped one of the towels around my damp body, then tied the second one to my dripping hair. I realized I didn't have my blow dryer so my hair would be held in tight curls until I tamed it. It was not my favorite look, but it would have to do. I opened the shade to find Blake gone, like he said he would, and spotted a pair of girl clothes on the messy bed.

On the bed were a grey sweater with a black heart in the middle, black jeans, grey and white vans, and a white beanie. The hat was definitely a necessity since we were in the middle of freezing Manhattan. When I was done, I made the bed and left the room to investigate the unknown castle liked house.