Alpha for Christmas

Chapter 3

Livia’s POV

He laid above me on the soggy bed and our lips hungrily connected. I kissed him as if my life depended on it and he didn't disappoint me either. He ran his hand through my hair while kissing me deeply. His mouth tasted sour and cherry at the same time as our tongues swirled around each other.

I let out soft moans, enjoying the pleasure that came from our tight kiss while wandering my hands on his broad back.

I was somewhat drunk and wanted to be ravished tonight. I took the lead by slowly taking off his buttons until I rendered him shirtless. While he sealed my lips, kissing me passionately, I stripped myself because it was just a simple-sleeved dress.

He pulled away from my lips and began planting soft kisses on my neck bone, I moaned - twirling my legs on the bed.

I felt wetness as he lodged his tongue on my cleavage, kissing it before coming for my lips again.

I didn't expect him to be so rough and romantic at the same time. It had been ages since I felt this way.

“You're so sweet…” I heard a soft mutter escaping from his mouth as he desperately kissed me.

Could it be that I wasn't the only anxious one who wanted to be claimed?

Before I knew it, he rolled his warm tongue around my cleavage, going down until he licked my breasts. I moaned aloud and pushed myself forward which caused him to swallow my breast into his mouth. He suckled my breast so hungrily with the other hand fondling my n****e.

I wanted more. I was so aroused and couldn't wait anymore because the foreplay was intoxicating.

His strong hands claimed my breasts as he sucked one after the other, letting me gasp lustfully.

“You are mine… Livia.” He whispered, pulling off his underwear.

Did I hear it wrongly? He literally called my name even when I hadn't introduced myself properly to him.

The next thing that penetrated straight into my pûssy left me groaning aloud. His thrust was fast, rough, and very deep which sent sensations and sharp shivers up my spine.

He satisfied me more than I expected and it was so different from how I felt in the past.

I tossed to the other side of the bed and the sun ray flashed on my eyes which disrupted my sleep somehow and forced me to wake up. I rolled my hands on the bed but found out that I was the only one on it.

I quickly sat upright, cuddling the duvet to my chest, and was about to wonder where the man from last night had gone when I saw a silhouette lodging on the bed. I looked towards the window and saw him standing there, facing me with his back.

“You are awake.” His charming voice broke the silence in the room as he faced me.

“I… I'm sorry about last night.” I said in a lowered tone, hiding my face.

I knew I was being pushy last night and seduced him into the act. Who would have thought that I would find myself in a situation like this?

“It's okay. We both wanted it so we will take it as a truce.” He said seriously, sounding professional all of a sudden.

This was the same man who was all rough and romantic last night, how did he change so fast?

“How about we talk about this?” He said, slapping a black pen on a file that was lying on the bedside table. My eyes followed and dropped at it.

“What's that?” I asked, taking hold of the objects.

“A contract.” He began and I faced him with interest. “After what happened last night, I think you need a man and I need a woman, so we could as well make it professional so we don't break each other's boundaries and also help each other achieve our goals.” He said calmly, staring at me and I found sense in each of his words.

“That's true.” I nodded. “Not only do I want to pay Davon back, to taste what it feels like to be cheated on, but also that I can live without him. My parents also know about my relationship with him and are expecting us this Christmas… I need a man figure.” I meticulously explained everything to him.

“A meeting with your family?” He asked, looking a little bit astonished.

“I know it's somewhat abrupt but that's another reason why I came to Lakewood. My marriage plan is already in the air and they wanted to see us since they won't be attending the wedding. Well…” I trailed off as I couldn't find another reason to convince him. He let out a deep sigh.

“If that's what you want, I will come with you.” He sounded so manly which caused me to smile even though there wasn't a reason to.

“But, you will also consider me if I want something similar to this in the future.” He made a comeback calmly.

“Definitely.” I didn't give it a second thought because I knew how badly I wanted his presence.

My parents had been anxious to meet with Davon when they found out about our marriage, a relationship of four years wasn't something to toss around with. I knew I wasn't doing the right thing by not telling them the truth but I had my reasons. They already had a lot on their plates so I wouldn't want them to start crying or feeling bad over my mess. It was time to move on and to cover that loop, I must use Mr….

And that was when I realized that I didn't know his name.

“When are we leaving?”

“Please, what's your name?”

Both of us asked almost at the same time and chuckled at the realization.

“Today doesn't sound like a bad idea since I don't have anything to do here and have to start settling down soon,” I informed him vividly.

“My name is Lyon.” He also said with a small cold smile.

“Nice to meet you.” We exchanged warm pleasantries by handshakes, staring into each other's eyes deeply and for a minute, I was almost lost in his intimidating and intoxicating eyes.

Last night's incident swam into my memory and I didn't know why my body wanted more of it when I knew I had no feelings for this man. He was just a benefactor that I would reward well when the time came.

The ringing of my phone caused us to break apart and he cleared his throat nervously. His eyes saw the name on my phone screen and for some reason, his facial expression changed.

“Get ready, I will wait for you in the car so we will leave for the trip.” He said, avoiding my gaze and I nodded my head quietly as I watched him walk out of the hotel room.

“Why is this dickhead calling me?” It was a call from Davon and I rejected it instantly before rushing into the bathroom.