The Human and the Alpha's son

CHAPTER 14

(Makayla POV)

The river is quieter now, the rush of water softened by the stillness of night. Jared and I sit tangled in each other’s arms, the stars above us glittering like they’re watching this moment and holding their breath with us.

“I’ve been thinking,” I say softly, head resting against his chest, “about school.”

Jared hums, his voice vibrating beneath my cheek. “Me too.”

I shift so I can see his face. “I chose Cal State because… I needed something that felt right. Close to home. Familiar.”

His eyes lock onto mine, searching, hopeful. “I hadn’t made a decision yet. I was waiting for you to make one.”

A warmth blooms in my chest, followed by a nervous flutter. “So?” I ask, barely breathing.

“I’ll come with you,” he says. “Cal State offered me a full ride. I just—didn’t want to take it if you didn’t want me there.”

Relief floods through me, and I smile. “We’re really doing this, huh?”

He nods. “Together.”

There’s a pause. Then he leans in and kisses me, slowly, like he’s savoring the moment. His hands move up my back, gentle and careful. The kiss deepens, and everything around us dissolves—just us, the dark sky, the whisper of the river, and the slow, magnetic pull of something inevitable.

His touch lingers at the curve of my waist, then slips to the bare skin of my shoulder where my dress has shifted. My breath catches.

I pull back just a little, not to stop him, but to speak. “Jared… I’ve never… I mean—” My voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m still a virgin.”

His hands still, and he looks into my eyes with something like reverence. “I know. And… I’m not.”

The words hang in the air. I feel a sting in my chest. It’s not jealousy exactly, but something tangled with hurt and uncertainty.

“Oh.”

His hands gently cup my face, thumb brushing my cheek. “Hey. It didn't mean anything, I was exploring, there were no feelings involved.”

I want to believe him. And looking into his eyes, I do. It’s just—hard. We’ve grown up together, always orbiting one another, always almost.

“I’m scared,” I admit quietly.

“I know.” His voice is soft. “But you don't need to be.”

His lips meet mine again, slow and warm. He gives me space to stop, to think, to pull away. But I don’t want space. I want him.

When he kisses down my throat, I tilt my head to give him more, heart pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. Every place he touches sparks something electric—my body aching for more.

He slips my dress from both my shoulders and it falls to reveal my breasts. Before I can move to cover myself up, Jared kisses my right shoulder, then my left, and starts to slowly trail hot kisses down to my n*****s, which peaked in the chill summer night air. He takes one in his mouth and suckles gently eliciting a moan from me; this seems to spur him on, as he makes a rumbling noise in his throat and starts sucking a little harder until I gasp in pleasure.

I pull back, help him out of his suit jacket and start unbuttoning his shirt, and blush as I fumble with his belt buckle. My hands are shaking and I feel every inch the virgin I am, I let out a small huff and Jared gently puts his hands on mine and guides my fingers to undo the buckle.

I manage to flick the button of his pants open, and suddenly the enormity of what I am about to do hits me like a freight train. I freeze and Jared notices.

His blue eyes search mine: “You okay?” he murmurs.

I nod, breath trembling. “I want this, Jared. I’m just… nervous.”

He cups my cheek. “We don’t have to do anything. I swear, Kay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know,” I whisper, leaning into his touch. “I want to do this, I'm ready.”

With this reassurance, he makes quick work of shifting my dress off my hips, leaving me in nothing but my little nude g-string. Jared pulls back to look into my eyes: “God, Kay…” His voice cracked. “You’re beautiful.”

He starts kissing my stomach, my navel, my hips, and when he starts skimming the top of my underwear with his fingers, I tense again and Jared stills: “Keep going” I tell him breathlessly. His fingers resume their skimming and start dipping underneath the band, I writhe underneath him, not sure if I’m trying to get his fingers closer to my core or further away.

I gasp loudly as he finally strokes my c**t, making slow, tight circles around it, his other hand rises to palm my breast, kneading them and gently pinching my n*****s. My hips start risis and lowering in tnadem with the movement of fingers on my c**t, until he dips down and pushes one finger inside me slowly.

“More” I moan, and as he dips to plant a hungry kiss on my neck, he pushes another finger inside me. His hands are big, and I feel the stretch and how his fingers fill me, he pumps them in an out carefully at frst then more greedily “God Kay you are so wet for me”

I blush “Please Jared” I’m not sure what I’m pleading for but Jared removes his fingers from my centre and widens my legs. He shucks off his pants and boxers and kneels between my legs.

He fists himself and starts pumping his length unhurriedly as his eyes roam over my naked body. I am transfixed, he’s the most gorgeous man I have ever seen and the first one I am seeing fully naked up close. He is obviously very at ease in his body and not bothered by his nakedness, while I have to fight not to pull my hands up to cover myself.

“Jared….” I whimper.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks one last time, his voice barely a breath.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“Tell me if anything feels wrong. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Keeping one hand on his c**k, he rests the other next to my head and lowers himself over me, he slides his erection between my wet folds until he’s slick with my juices, then notches himself at my entrance. I can’t help but stiffen “Relax Kay, I’ll be gentle.” I nod and take a deep breath.

As promised he slides into me slowly, stopping at my every wince, he tries to ease my discomfort by rubbing my c**t but when I feel a sharp stab of pain between my thighs, a small, wet heat that told me there’d been a bit of blood, I can’t help but cry out.

Jared stops immediately, brushing a thumb over my cheekbone.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Just breathe with me, okay?”

I nod, blinking back the sting in my eyes. He kisses me—slow, patient, anchoring me. I focused on that, on him. He finally pushes all the way in and grunts in pleasure “You feel so f*****g good Kay, so f*****g good” he lets me adjust to the stretch and sting of having him inside me.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and start moving his hips.

I had never felt anything like this, I am almost overwhelmed with sensations. As we move together, it’s not perfect. I am jerky and self conscious. I don’t know what to do with my hands and keep fumbling. But it’s real. Raw and incredible. His hands are reverent, his mouth worshipping, his body trembling just like mine. He whispers my name like it’s his whole world.

He doesn’t rush, he takes his time to the point where I start becoming a little sore. He seems to sense my discomfort and starts playing with my c**t again as he speeds his movements, until his rhythm falters and he abruptly pulls out of me and spills on my stomach.

I didn’t climax. My body didn’t quite know what to do with all the new sensations, but I didn’t care. Because the way he looked at me, the way he held me after, cradling me against his chest like I was something precious—it filled me with a quiet warmth.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my hair, his fingers brushing along my spine.

I closed my eyes, nestling into his chest. “I love you too.”

We lie there beneath the stars, silent for a long time, wrapped in one another and in the afterglow of everything we finally let happen.

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The sun is just starting to rise when we finally make it back to Jared’s Jeep. He drives with one hand on the wheel and the other holding mine. His thumb strokes over my knuckles, and I lean against the window, smiling like a fool.

“You good?” he asks as we pull into my neighborhood.

I nod dreamily. “Better than good.”

He glances over, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Yeah… me too.”

We pull into my driveway and sit in the silence of the Jeep for a moment. I don’t want to leave him. Not yet.

He leans across and kisses me again—slow and sleepy and perfect. “Text me later?”

“Definitely.”

With one last squeeze of my hand, I climb out and float up the front steps, my dress still glittering in the soft morning light.

But when I open the front door, the bubble bursts.

My dad is sitting on the couch, still in his pajamas. His expression is unreadable—but serious. Maybe even… afraid.

“Hey,” I say, brushing my hair back nervously. “Everything okay?”

His eyes lift to mine. “Sit down Makayla, we need to talk.”