An alpha fell from the sky

Chapter 11 The First Kiss

Hannah's POV

I slept through the night without dreaming. When I woke up, I felt better. The bedside alarm read 8 p.m. Oh, I had missed dinner.

Why hadn't my grandmother woken me?

The scent of apple blossoms wafted into the room on the gentle evening breeze, and instead of rushing to get up, I lay still in bed and enjoyed this wonderful, relaxing moment.

The memory of the day was slowly being drawn back like the curtain of a stage play, and I had a vivid recollection of all that had happened in the playground. That dreamlike vision was so real, so real, that it now frightens me! Who was that man who pursued me in the darkness?

Hypoglycemia might make me faint, but it won’t make me hallucinate. I remembered the sensation of being swept through my body by electricity so clearly when Ian looked me straight in the eye. Yes, that was a real feeling.

Ian had been urging me to forget all about him saving me, and I could tell by the look in his eyes as he spoke to me that he really wanted me to forget those things.

It was truly the removal of certain things from my memory, a complete oblivion!

At this point I started out of bed and sat up, a disturbing thought springing up in my head.

Did Ian do anything to me?

Doubt weighed on my breast like a boulder, and I couldn't breathe, so I got up and went to the table, pouring myself a glass of water. As the cold water ran down my throat and into my stomach, the cool sensation momentarily soothed my restlessness.

There was no light in the room, and the moonlight fell like quicksilver in every corner. I put down my glass of water and walked barefoot to the window.

The night breeze swept over me, and I gently opened my hands to receive its cold caress. At that instant, a dark figure flashed past the window, and I turned hastily.

A handsome face appeared in the hazy moonlight, and the tall frame of the man, like that of a rugby player, hid everything behind him. The lines of his muscles were dimly visible beneath the white T-shirt he wore.

He stared at me with eyes as mesmerizing and deep as emeralds, not saying a word. The warm breath from his nostrils fell upon my face like a gentle caress from the night breeze.

"Devon..."

I was suddenly overwhelmed by the way he didn't move, except for his eyelashes fluttering a little and a gentle light flickering in his eyes.

I tried to back away, only to have the window pressed against my back and his body slowly leaning forward until the tip of his nose almost touched mine.

"Mate..." A low sound escaped his throat, and he slipped his hand into my hair.

"What does that mean?" I watched him closely, and the feeling of his hand stroking my hair soothed me.

His thick fingertips were rubbing against my cheek, and instead of repulsing them, I was enjoying his touch immensely. It was the first time I had ever been touched by a man, with a sense of being loved turned into a rush of warmth in my heart.

It was at this point that I noticed I was wearing a loose cotton nightgown, one of those that is just the right length to cover my thighs, and that I was not even wearing shorts and a bra.

I knew that as a young adult girl I should not let a man into the room, and that I should keep my distance from this distant relative.

But my body's instinctive response told me I wanted him to go on. His touch made my heart bleed, and it was a wonderful sensation, such as I had never felt before.

"You're mine." He lifted my chin with his fingers, and as I looked straight into his eyes where I saw the fire of desire kindling.

"Devon..." Before I could finish my sentence, his kiss was planted deep upon my lips.

I tried to deny him, but he stopped me with his other strong hands, so that my body pressed against him. In an instant it was as if my body were surrounded by a brick wall and I could not move at all.

His kisses were strong and seductive, and when his tongue attempted to enter my mouth, I did not resist, but welcomed him.

I felt as if I were drunk, as the strong scent of the whisky from his mouth poured into mine. My body became soft and defenseless, and I was at his mercy.

The kiss proved to be an indescribably wonderful and exhilarating sensation, and I did not think I shall ever forget the moment for the rest of my life.

I took his face in my hands and examined it like a work of art. I wanted to look gravely at the man who gave me my first kiss and keep him always in my heart.

Oh, God! He's practically more handsome than Ian!

A knock at the door startled me, and Devon placed his forefinger between my lips, signaling to me to be quiet, that he won't let me out of his arms.

"Hannah, are you awake?" It's my grandmother's voice.

I looked uneasily at Devon. I didn't want my grandmother to come in and see me and him like this.

"I'll come back for you," he whispered in my ear, and then he lets me go. The next second, without a sound, he went through the window.

Fortunately, it was on the second floor, so he shouldn't have been hurt if he had jumped. To my surprise, he made no sound after the leap.

"Hannah!" My grandmother pushes her way to the door, and she turned on the light by hand.

The room was lit by an electric lamp, and I could see my grandmother scanning the room with her brown eyes, as if trying to find some clue.

"Grandma, you forgot to wake me up." I deliberately distracted her, "I'm very hungry."

"Get dressed, we're going out."

"Are we going out for dinner?" I asked, "Hamburgers or spaghetti tonight?"

My grandmother smiled mysteriously, "You'll find out soon enough."