The Alpha and Her Secret Mate

Hopeful

“Do you have–?”

He silences me with a kiss. “Yes,” he says breathlessly.

Relief mixes with confusion while he reaches into his bedside drawer and comes back with a foil packet. I sit halfway up and say, “Wait, why? Since when?”

He kisses my forehead, soothing away the worry lines there. “I bought them sometime around when we uh…met.”

“But we weren’t mates!” I sputter.

“I, uh…” he looks away, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “I was hopeful.”

"ALEX!" I yell. Then I pull him down by his neck to kiss him again. I raise my legs up around him and pull him down against me. He meets me in the kiss, his lips moving on mine. I tighten my hold on him, but he leans away.

“Hang on,” he says, laughing.

“Allexxxx,” I whine, but I go silent when he opens the foil packet. He’s back on me in an instant, caging me in his arms.

He brushes my hair out of my eyes and kisses me tenderly. Then he lowers his body down to meet me. Every inch of skin touching mine makes me want him more. My heart is pounding, but my head is clear. All there is is Alex and how much I want him.

He pauses, hovering over me, and I feel more than hear his thoughts. There’s no going back from this.

I know. And I don’t want to.

He adjusts himself so he’s positioned at my entrance. He kisses me, and with our lips locked together, he slides himself inside me. I hear him groan with pleasure, and my cries of excitement mix with his voice.

Every inch of him stretches me and makes me feel blissfully full. He rolls his hips once against me, and I quiver at the sensation. His eyes darken, and he pushes his hips against me again. I moan his name as a warm tingling sensation pools in the pit of my stomach, and he moves inside me. The friction sends shoots of adrenaline through my limbs, and he doesn’t slow.

I hold him close and dig my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders. By contrast, his fingers caress my face tenderly. We find a rhythm quickly, and I’m reminded that the Goddess knew we were made for each other. He must know it too, because he’s kissing me gently as soon as I have the thought.

I feel myself losing control, and the sensation grows and grows until I’m falling in waves of pleasure. By the sound of his breathing, I know Alex is following right behind me. He collapses with his weight on my chest, and I absentmindedly stroke his back, relishing the feeling of his closeness.

After a time, Alex gets up and cleans himself off, but he quickly returns to me. He slides between the sheets and pulls the blanket up over our naked forms. I pull his arms around me, still craving that feeling of skin on skin, if somewhat less urgently.

“Layla?”

“Not yet,” I mutter sleepily.

“Okay.” Alex kisses the top of my head, and lets me wrap myself around his body. I fall asleep easily in the tangle of our limbs.