The Rogue Alpha

A Roll in the Hay

“I promise I’ll stay in my room, you won’t even know I’m there.” I shoved my hands into my pocket. 

I hope she doesn’t say no, though she has every right to. I even told that Adam guy that she was having dinner with me tomorrow night. What was I thinking? I guess seeing her with someone like him frustrated me. 

She had a smirk on her face before she looked back towards a black Cadillac that was pulling up to the curb, “Alright, I guess you better get in,” she pointed to the SUV. 

I opened her door, allowing her to slide in first. It even allowed me to get a good glimpse of her rounded hips, leading to that glorious ass of hers. 

Man she grew up. 

“Are you getting in or what?” Her voice brought me back to reality.

I slid into the vehicle, “Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” 

She told the driver where we were headed and we were on our way.

Most of our ride was silent, we made some small talk about how I was enjoying New York. I wasn’t, but she seems to truly enjoy this place. 

The driver slowed down to the side of a fancy looking building. The sign on the door said The Empress, fancy name for a fancy building. 

“This is us. Now be a gentleman and open the door.” She winked. “Thank you, Scott. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” She patted the drivers shoulder and got out of the car. 

On the way into the building the doorman said good evening and she smiled and said hello to him. 

This foyer is massive. There’s so much white. How much money does this woman make? I continued to scan the room and she spoke with the front desk man. I looked back towards her and she was headed to the elevators, I followed. 

In the elevator she pressed her floors button and turned to me, “The guest bedroom is fully made up, there’s clean towels in the bathroom, and the fridge is stocked full.” She began to pull her hair into a top knot. 

I bit my lip once I noticed her fully exposed neck. I narrowed my eyes on her breasts. s**t. 

“I go running at five a.m.” she looked back towards the elevator doors, “you’re welcome to join me.” 

I let out a little laugh, “The only running I do is in wolf form.” She giggled back at me. 

“Well suit yourself.” The elevator dinged and she walked off towards the end of the hall. Her hips swayed in perfect rhythm. 

I coughed, “When did you start running?” 

She swiped a card in her door, “I started running my senior year of college, it helped me clear my head. Figure out what I wanted to do after I graduated, now it’s mostly just habit.”

She pushed the door open with her hips, exposing a white floor leading to a grand piano before opening up to the living room. She had a light grey sectional, and multi colored pillows lining it. There were baskets that contained fluffy looking blankets and paintings on the walls, some I recognized from New Orleans artists. 

I stopped in front of a set of painting that portrayed Bourbon Street, “Where did you get these?” 

She opened her fridge and pulled out a bottle of red wine, “I bought them in New Orleans.” She grabbed two wine glasses from the glass covered cabinets. 

I stared at her for a moment, “When were you in New Orleans, Dee?”

She filled one glass to the brim, “Would you like some wine? I also have a few liquor options,” she motioned to the cart to her side. She was evading my question. 

“Dee. When were you in New Orleans?” I made sure my voice was stern. 

She looked down at her glass, and began to whisper, “I go once a year. Normally for Mardi Gras. I enjoy the parade.” She took a big gulp of her wine and walked to a door I assumed was her room. 

Every year? She’s been in New Orleans every year. For how long? I wonder why she never called. I ran my fingers through my hair and muttered, “I need a drink.”

Walking over to her bar cart I noticed she had a photo collage on her wall of her and Willow. One in front of the Eiffel Tower, one in front of the Egyptian Pyramids, the Parthenon, Christ the Redeemer, and even one in front of the Bob Marley museum in Jamaica. 

Wow, she’s went everywhere. I hollered for her, “It looks like you’ve been to a lot of places.” I continued down the wall taking in everything she had accomplished over the years. 

“Yeah, I like to travel.” She walked out of her room in a cropped tank top with a coffee cup and a donut covering her chest, and a pair of short, flimsy shorts. I turned and stared at her for a moment, feeling my d**k starting to twitch. I snapped my head to the ground. f**k. 

She grabbed her glass of wine, “I probably have a pair of pajama pants in the guest room if you’d like.” 

I smirked, “Nah, that’s okay. I normally sleep in the nude.”

She raised an eyebrow then began walking to her couch. She grabbed the remote from the coffee table, “To each their own.”

She opened up Netflix and put on Gilmore Girls before. I scoffed, “You still watch this s**t?”

She put her hand to her chest and gasped, “This show is a classic! I will watch this until the day I bite the bullet.” Her grin grew as she turned back to the tv screen. 

I sat down on the edge of the couch and looked over to her, “Why didn’t you call me?” 

She pulled her legs under her and wrapped both hands around her glass. Davina took a deep breath and met my gaze, “It was easier.” She leaned back against the pillows, “It was easier to not call you. Knowing I couldn’t see you broke my heart. I loved you. I would have been miserable twenty-four seven if I would have kept in contact with you.” Her breath was shaky, “I- I just, I did what was best for me, not anyone else. I didn’t want you to be in trouble with the pack, you’ve been in line for beta for years, I couldn’t ruin that for you. It was your dream.” She wiped away a tear. 

I wanted to hug her, but I kept myself back. 

“You promised me calls. Texts. Letters. Emails. Hell you even said we would video chat, and that you’d invite me for events. You promised we would always be in contact, that I wouldn’t lose my best friend. The one thing you never promised me,” I looked down rubbing my hands over my face and then whispered, “was that you wouldn’t lie. And that. That you did, that you perfected.”

I heard her get up, but I kept my head down. It had been seven years since I’d felt like this. I waited for two months, for a phone call. Really for any type of contact from her. I even went so far as to ask her father if he had heard from her. That was a bust of course, but I had to try. 

I felt her hand on the back of my neck. I looked up to her face, she had tears welling in her eyes. I’d never seen her cry, not really. 

“I can’t take any of it back. I don’t expect you to forgive me or understand me, but I am sorry.” She placed her hand on my chin, “I am so, so sorry for what I put you through.” Her eyes were full of regret. 

Looking in her emerald eyes, all logic went out the window, I pressed my lips against hers. Hard. She spread her lips in invitation. Davina moved her hand from my chin and wrapped both arms around my neck before I pulled her by her hips on top of me. 

Her hands found the buttons of my shirt and she began unbuttoning them. I tightened my grip on her hips and moved my mouth from hers to her neck, nipping gently at her ear. She let out a low moan and I thrust my hips to hers. She put her mouth to my ear, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her voice was husky and she licked beneath my ear lobe, continuing to kiss down my neck. 

I put both hands around her face and pulled her close, “No we shouldn’t.” I slid my tongue against her chin and snaked my hands down to the hem of her shirt, touching as much of her as I could. Sliding my hand under her shirt, I grabbed onto one of her soft breasts, it spilled over my hand in glorious fashion. I found her n****e and began to pull and twist teasingly. 

Her hand pulled my head back so I was looking up at her lustful eyes. She was biting softly on her lip, grinding against my throbbing d**k. “I want you to f**k me.” 

I held my breath her comment. It had been a long time since I had last been with Davina. She had always been sexually liberated, but never this blunt. I resumed breathing when she pulled off her top and her breasts bounced in front of my face. “You’re beautiful.” I glanced down to her chest and noticed stars tattooed on the side of her mound. 

Her lips crashed into mine and our tongues began dancing together. I traveled down her chest, kissing gently before stopping at her breasts. I nibbled slightly at her n*****s before circling my tongue around them rocking her hips with my hands. Her boobs are much larger than I remembered. I’m thankful they are though. Beyond thankful. 

Her hand traveled down between her own legs and she began rubbing on herself. “Fuck.” I whispered

Her husky voice melodically sang to me, “You weren’t getting there quick enough.” 

I stood up from the couch, holding her under her ass, “Which ones your room?”

She shrieked, then nodded to the door she had went into earlier.

I continued to kiss her neck before placing her on the bed and yanking her shorts off, “No panties, huh?” She fell back to the bed.

She smirked, “I didn’t have panties on at dinner either.” 

I growled and kissed down her chest, giving each breast a nibble, and continued down her stomach. I stopped just above her hips. 

She has pushed herself up on her elbows and  was grinning down at me, “I think one of us is over dressed.” 

I looked down at my half unbuttoned shirt and pants still buckled, I winked at her. While I was pulling my shirt off she sat up and began placing kisses down my chest, letting them linger longer than needed, and damn were they good. She found my belt and began taking my pants off. Her hand slid down under the band of my underwear where she cupped my hard c**k, stroking me. I met her rhythm before she started placing kisses on the tip. I groaned, s**t. 

She looked up at me through her thick lashes, “You like that?” She put her lips around my hardness. The pace was slow as she pushed me all the way into her mouth and back again, tracing the tip with her tongue. 

I hissed, “Yes.”

“If you aren’t careful, I’ll come.” I pulled her hair out of the top knot she had it in so I could wrap it around my hand.

Biting her lip she stopped, “We can’t have that. Not yet anyway.” 

Damn. Everything about her screamed s*x goddess. Her long lashes coated over her eyes as she looked at me with lust. She c****d her neck just enough to expose the skin, mesmerizing me. Even how she was arching her back was sexy. 

She sat up and I cupped her bare breasts into my hands, kneading, sliding one hand down between her legs rubbing her sweet spot. She grinded against my hand, keeping eye contact with me. I slid one finger into her, “You’re so wet.” She moaned and I pressed my lips to her neck. She arched her back pressing her pebbled n*****s to my bare chest.

I slid another finger into her, quickening the speed before sucking her pointed n****e. Davina pushed harder into my palm whimpering as I kept playing with her n*****s. “Harder,” she breathed. I pressed harder and quicker into her and breath began to stagger. I felt her soft walls tighten against my fingers as she bit into my shoulder moaning. 

As she rode out her orgasm she continued biting into my neck kissing gently after each rough bite. When I pulled my fingers out of her she dragged my hand up her stomach, between her mounds, up to her mouth, before licking her sweet self off of them. 

A low growl formed in the back of my throat while she licked her lips, looking at me like an innocent little angel. 

“You’ve gotten better at that,” she wet her lips.

I raised my eyebrow at her, “Wait until you see what else I’ve gotten better at.” I pushed her back onto the bed and crawled over her as she kissed my jaw line. Positioning myself between her legs, “Condom?”

She nodded her head towards the night stand, “Top drawer.” She continued to bite down my neck, as I opened the drawer I noticed a pink vibrator and laughed before grabbing out a condom out of a half used box. I raised my brow, “How often do you have s*x?” 

She giggled, “Not as often as you thinking.” 

I moved my mouth down to her breasts, sucking and kneading them. “These are a lot bigger than I remember.” 

She scoffed, “Same boobs, same girl.” 

I tore the condom package and slid it on. Davina spread her legs in invitation and I pulled her leg over my shoulder before sliding into her. A low growl came out of me at the same time a groan escaped Davina’s perfect little mouth. Her back arched to meet my hips before we finally found a rhythm. 

“Harder,” she gasped. My abdomen was pressing in just the right spot against her sweet spot.

I pressed harder into her, pushing myself closer to the edge.

Her back bowed up towards my chest, "Harder,” this time she yelled. “I’m gonna come,” she continued. 

I pumped into her, once. Twice. She began to writhe below me clenching her fists into the sheets, “Parker. f**k. Oh god.” She slid her nails down my back and moaned out as I roared into her shoulders, “Fuck.” I rolled off of her as she lay there trying to catch her breath. 

I let out a small chuckle, “You’ve gotten better at that.” 

She gave me a breathy laugh, “You too.” 

I kissed her cheek before grabbed my underwear and she sat up on the bed, leaving her breast exposed. She looked down and pulled her knees to her chest, “Why are you guys in New York?” 

I let out a breath and sat down next to her on the bed. “I will explain everything tomorrow. Tonight it’s getting late and you have to run in a few hours.” I placed a kiss on her forehead and she fell back into her pillows.

“You can stay.” She said quietly, “In here I mean.” 

I looked over my shoulder at her as she rolled over and pulled the covers up. 

I could lay with her for a little while. Right? 

I found my feet walking to her bed and I crawled into bed with her. I pulled her closer to me and held her until I fell asleep.