Alpha’s Possession

Chapter 6

Amelia

What could he be thinking? His passionate reaction. The way he held me, kissed me, claimed my mouth so passionately, it must have meant that he felt it too. I was slightly distracted from my thoughts but it seemed he was not happy about it. I felt his hand traveled down my back, fingertips trailing fire in their wake as they explored the curve of my spine through the thin fabric of my uniform. Every touch sent a jolt through my nervous system, awakening desires, my breath hitched. My pulse stuttered, I had never acknowledged the needs I had never imagined I had. His hand came to rest on my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there as he continued to devour my mouth hungry desperation. Thoughts and questions about his identity, whoever he was, scattered and vanished, eclipsed by sensation. The grip was possessive, claiming, as if he wanted to memorize the shape of me through touch alone. It wasn't just a touch, it was a commanding and intimate possession written like fire on my skin. His touch said softly against the curve of my body what words couldn't, ‘You are mine, and I will know every aspect of you.’

Encouraged by his obvious desire, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, using his grip to pull myself up and press every inch of my body against his. The contact was electric, sending sparks dancing along my skin wherever we touched. Who knew kissing could feel like this? I always thought it would be pleasurable, of course, but this went beyond pleasure and a completely life-changing experience. I got completely lost in the moment, in him, letting his presence fill all the empty spaces in my heart.

Finally, we broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, our chests heaving up and down in a rhythm. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall for support, my entire body tingling with sensation. My lips felt swollen and sensitive, sweet evidence of his passionate attention. I could feel his hot breath on the side of my neck where he began to plant soft kisses. Every touch of his lips sent fresh sparks racing through my body, following pathways that seemed to lead directly to my core. I found myself arching into him, silently begging for more of his intoxicating touch. The kisses were gentle but intense, as if he wanted to taste every inch of available skin. His lips were warm and slightly damp, leaving cooling trails that made me shiver in anticipation of his next touch.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice was dangerously low and husky,roughened by desire and something deeper. The sound of it sent another pleasant shiver down my spine, raising goosebumps along my arms despite the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

There was something familiar about that voice, something that touched the edges of my memory, but I was too overwhelmed by sensation to pursue the thought. My heart was pounding so fast I could hear it in my ears as his kisses continued their exploration of my neck. I tilted my head to give him more access, he took immediate advantage, sucking hard at the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder. The sensation was fierce, bordering on painful but in the most pleasurable way. I knew it would leave a mark, a visible sign of this encounter, proof that I hadn't imagined the whole thing. Part of me was thrilled at the idea of being claimed by him. I let out a soft moan and opened my eyes, still unable to see him clearly in the darkness.

Part of me was thrilled at the idea of being marked by him, of carrying his claim on my skin for days to come. It was a magical, possessive, and empowering feeling, so perfect. I couldn't bring myself to care what my life would be like after this. It would be wonderful, after all, having a great, loving mate! I let out a soft moan and opened my eyes, though I still couldn't see him clearly in the darkness. The shadows seemed to embrace us, creating a private world where it was just us.

“A-Amelia Jones,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of desire and nervousness. My name felt strange on my tongue. In that intense moment, I wanted to say his name, to claim him, but I realized I didn't know it.

“Amelia,” he repeated, and the way my name rolled off his tongue made it sound like the sweetest music to my ears. It was reverent, almost worshipful, as if he was tasting something precious. So possessiveness. I wanted to hear him say it again and again, in every possible tone and way.

“Mmm.. your scent is amazing,” he said in a voice that was positively melting with appreciation. His smooth wet lips swept across my cheeks, leaving a trail of fire in their wake that made me gasp softly. The compliment sent warmth flooding through my chest. Wow, my mate liked my scent, he made it sound like something wonderful. Actually, his scent was so rich and so intoxicating and so captivating it clouded my thoughts. I wondered if I should compliment him on it, but then hesitated, not wanting to seem like I was just imitating him.

Wait, his voice was definitely familiar now, tugging insistently at memories I couldn't quite grasp. A nagging feeling settled in the back of my mind. Who was he? Did I know him from somewhere in the pack? And more importantly, did he know me? The possibility filled me with both hope and dread. I wondered what he would think of me once he truly knew me? But it was a pointless worry, I was his mate and it seemed he was waiting for me just as I had been. This single, magical moment, for the day he would finally call me and claim me his. Now that it had arrived, nothing else in the world seemed to matter.

I wracked my brain, searching through mental files of every male voice I'd encountered. The voice was distinctive, deep and impressive but charming, sweet, alluring, possessive, with an underlying authority that spoke of someone accustomed to being obeyed. But no one specifically came to my mind. The familiarity was there, but I couldn't quite place it.

“Who- who are you?” I asked hesitantly, both eager and afraid to know the answer. My voice came out smaller than I'd intended, betraying my nervousness about what I might discover.

In response, I felt his lips capture mine once more, effectively silencing my question with another mind-melting kiss. He bit my lower lip gently, just hard enough to make me gasp, then pulled away slightly, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

Suddenly, without warning, light flooded the corridor as he reached up and switched on the overhead fixture. The sudden brightness was harsh and unforgiving after the intimate darkness we'd been sharing. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the change. Spots danced in my vision as I struggled to focus. My eyes burned with the sudden assault of illumination, and I had to fight the urge to squeeze my eyes shut again. As my sight slowly cleared, I turned to finally see the face of my mate, the man who had just turned my world upside down with a single kiss. My heart was still racing from our passionate encounter, and I was smiling slightly, anticipating the moment when I could finally put a face to the incredible sensations he'd awakened in me.

But when I realized who he was, I froze completely, my feet rooted to the floor as if they'd grown roots that extended deep into the earth below. The smile died on my lips, replaced by an expression of dawning horror.

What? That's impossible!

I stared at him dumbfounded, as fear rushed through my veins, replacing the warmth of desire with icy dread. My heart, which had been beating fast with excitement and anticipation, now pounded with terror and disbelief. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was a trick played by the universe.

No. No. No. It couldn’t be true. I chanted desperately in my head whether this was a strange nightmare, or a pleasant dream that I would wake up any moment in my narrow bed in the servants' quarters. How could this happen to me? It didn’t make any sense. My mind reeled, unable to process what I was seeing. Before me stood none other than our Alpha.

The most powerful man in our pack, the one person who was completely, utterly, impossibly beyond my reach. The man known throughout the region for his ruthless efficiency, his iron will, his complete intolerance for weakness or failure. The Alpha who had never once looked at me directly, who probably didn't even know my name, to whom I was invisible. Alpha Xavier, who represented everything I could never be, never have, never aspired to reach.

And he was my mate. Alpha Xavier Elliott.