The Alpha and His Mermaid

Chapter Seven

Samantha

When I started to wake up, I felt hot and very comfortable. I didn't remember a lot from last night, despite only having one drink. I started to get up, but I could barely move. I came to realize there was a human body made of stone keeping me down. Then I realized that an arm around my hip was the thing keeping me grounded to the bed and the owner himself. I tried to move but only that provoked something to grow hard against my hair and butt. It better not be what I think it was.

I looked around and noticed that I was in an unknown male's room. I knew that Andre and Emma shared one, so it wasn't theirs. It was mostly black but mixed with brown wood. I could see a white tiled bathroom from my point of view and it looked big, but then again, so did this room. And if this room was big, I wondered what the rest of the house looked like.

Wait a minute, whose house was I in?

You're in the packhouse dumbass, Emma answered.

Thanks for the answer you jerk, I laughed at Emma's thoughts. We haven't done that since- wait a moment, what happened last night?

You can be so clueless sometimes. We went to a club last night and you found your mate. That's whose arm is around you, Emma answered while sighing. I don't understand why was she sighing like that. The answer wasn’t obvious, at least, not to me.

Thank you again, Emma. Where would I be without you?

Not alive and probably in hell, she joked and I gasped.

Well, that was rude. I wasn't looking for such a blunt answer.

You weren't even looking for an answer, were you?

No, I laughed again. I laughed a little too much and the person who's holding me hostage against my will started to stir a little bit.

"Ugh, I don't want to get up," he groaned and his morning voice was so undeniably sexy, that I thought I would melt.

"Then don't," I suggested.

"Mm, I like the way you think," he complimented and placed his head in my neck and kissed it slowly. When his lips touched the skin, it was like electricity was flowing inside me. It spreaded throughout my whole body, specifically in my downstairs area and I threw my head back, giving him permission to continue. His lips continued traveling up, to my jawline and when he stopped there I frowned. Was he teasing me? Oh hell no. I rolled myself over and I saw a familiar face. Alpha Blake.

I let out an accidental scream and rolled off the bed. My head was about to hit the wooden floor, and it looked like it could cause a concussion, but Blake caught me before I could. He pulled me back onto the bed next to him. Once again, the electricity feeling flowed throughout my entire body and I didn't think I'll ever get tired of feeling it.

"Why must you be so loud?" he groaned again.

"Sorry," I murmured.

"Ugh, we're up now, we might as well get out of bed and get you home. But we can't go anywhere if you're looking like that," he pointed to me and I gave him a scowl. I was in a nice dress and, oh. I looked down. I was not what I thought I was in. A red oversized t-shirt, which did not belong to me, replaced my dress from the previous night. I looked even further down to see that underneath I was just in my strapless bra. f**k, I needed underwear. Did he see me naked! What a pervert!

"You pervert! I'm like naked under this!" I held onto the soft fabric. And why does the word pervert sound familiar as well? Like I used it recently. "And what happened last night? I really don't remember anything. Ugh, this is what I get for drinking. I don't get a hangover, I get memory loss, which is common as well. I'm just lucky I don't have to race to the toilet the morning after I drink," I rambled off.

"Ok first off, I'm not a pervert, Emma changed you. And now that I know you’re naked under that I think I changed my mind about getting out of bed," He reached out to grab the one fabric that was covering me but I moved away.

"Tell me what happened last night," I commanded.

"Ok well we went to a club," he started.

"Who's we?"

"Andre, Emma. Adrian, you and me."

"Adrian's the Beta, right?" He nodded. "You can go on. I won't interrupt until you're finished."

"Doubt that but ok. Basically, you had a drink, then we met, shared a make-out session, I marked you, we drove home, then we all crashed here at the packhouse," he explained in a rush so I had no opportunity to intervene.

"Wow." Was all I said. I was completely speechless.

"Yeah, so let's get ready. It's already nine and by the time we're ready it's going to be around ten and I'm starving." Did it not faze him that he marked me not even ten minutes after meeting me?

"Want me to make you a breakfast sandwich?" I sarcastically rhetorically asked, hopping off the bed and shrieking. I stumbled and almost knocked over the lamp resting on the bedside table. Why was the bed so high up from the floor?

"What now?" Blake groaned. He easily stepped onto the floor with no problem. Only now did I realize that he was only wearing boxers. Where were the rest of his clothes? Well, his shirt was on me but still. I secretly checked him out, not answering his question.

His abs were amazing and so was every other part of his body. He looked 6'1, his black hair, which looked styled previously, had now turned into a bed head which made him even more attractive. His eyes were a really dark brown, almost black, like his hair. Was there even a color to describe his eye color? Probably not. My eyes moved along to his face. He's starting to grow a beard but it's only a stubble and he's probably going to shave it off. Finally, my eyes left his face and chest and strayed lower to his hard p***s. The second I saw it, I immediately looked back up at his face with a blush.

"Are you ok?" I wondered.

"What do you mean?" I didn't know how to answer him, so I just pointed and he grinned right away. "This is your fault," he blamed me.

"How? I didn't do anything. I'm just over here on the floor," I defended.

"You were checking me out." I flushed harder when he caught me. "Don't worry Sam, I do it to you all the time."

"You're such a pervert," I muttered under my breath but then realized he was a werewolf and he could hear me.

"Whatever. I'm going to take another shower. You can ask one of the girls around for some clothes that will cover you up, it's cold," he added the last part and I nodded. "For now, you can tie that shirt to your waist and then find a pair of the smallest shorts I own." He walked away from me and to a shade that was nearly twice my height. I assumed it led to his own personal bathroom.

"Which is going to be hard due to the fact that you're so huge," I murmured to myself but did it anyway. I saw Blake shifted the shade thing so the bathroom was now covered. I looked for a pair of shorts and surprise, surprise, I was right. It took me ages to find a small pair of shorts that looked decent enough to wear. I left the room just as the shower water turned off.

Well, I was too short on the timing, and the shade opened to reveal the sexiest body I had ever seen.

"Who's the pervert now?" he teased and I stuck out my tongue.

"I'm going to let you get dress now. I'll see you later."

"Hmm,” he murmured walking over to me. “I think I changed my mind. You should hop in the shower now and maybe I'll join you."

"You literally just got out of the shower. You're already clean. I hope," I added the last point under my breath.

"I'm not joining you to get clean," he whispered.

"Then what oh," I said as my brain connected the pieces. Ok, yes, I was slow at times. "I’d rather not shower until I home and know a pervert won't join in and r**e me," I said backing away.

"It's not considered r**e if you're over age and give consent," he smirked and I blushed even harder. “Plus, I bet I can make you feel really good. Better than anyone else.” Would I enjoy it? Probably. I needed to stop. "Anyway, speaking of home, you need to go so you can pack."

"What? Why? I'm not leaving until tomorrow."

"We’re mates,” he said matter of factly. “Why did you think you weren’t leaving till tomorrow?”

"Because I have to go back to LA, where I work and live," I explained.

"Yeah, that's not going to work out," he said slowly.

"What do you mean by that? I have to go back home. You can't keep me hostage!"

"You don't have much of a choice," he threatened. His voice seemed so terrifying that I had almost given in.

Almost.

"Yes, I do. I'm going home tomorrow and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Want to bet? After all, you are messing with the Alpha."

"And you're messing with the Luna," I countered back.

"Future Luna," he corrected and I cursed silently. "So, you want to try again?"

As he said this, he moved forward and grabbed my waist. That same incredible feeling flowed through me. I was unable to refuse, as much as I tried, it seemed impossible. I wanted to give in. I wanted to stretch up to kiss his arrogant face. I bit my lip, which made Blake growl. He reached down to meet my lips and we began to kiss. When the kiss started to get heated, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, exposing my bare v****a. The only thing separating us was his stupid towel. My arms slung around his neck, pulling his body even closer. He walked us over to his bed, placing me down and he immediately hovered over me.

What have I started? I didn't know, but I was glad I did.