The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Alessandro's pov

I f*****g hate parties!

The music booming from the invisible speakers unnerved me. I released a breath I didn’t know I was even holding. I continued to stare into space until I decided I'd have a good night.

I wouldn't say I like parties because it reminded me of a certain redhead I met at a party about four years ago. Actually, three years and eight months, to be exact. It was so unlike me to have this much drink, but because of a certain redhead with mesmerizing blue eyes, I couldn't get off my head. I found myself taking solace in alcohol. I think I lost count at my 8th glass of shots. The hair color looked so familiar to my redhead, but the eye color was so different from what I knew. To make matters worse, my wolf acted the same way he usually did when he was close to her. It took more than my self-control not to have shifted right there, and then because my wife was so hyperactive, he wanted to come down and confirm for himself.

I've been staring dead at Emory Salvatore since the party began, and I must say, She'd got good moves—actual badass moves. The way she swayed her hip and waist, bouncing her A-shape ass, is one hell of a show. Her little dress lifted up as she danced, revealing her really sexy and long legs. I just want to get them on my shoulder and dig her s**t out of her. A couple of other songs later, Emory, her sister Stephanie, and a friend of theirs, I suppose, came up to the bartender ready to let loose.

"3 shots of Ciroc vodka. Three shots of tequila and six martinis," Stephanie shouted to the bar guy. Emory sure looked like the type of girl with high liquor tolerance, and that was why it didn't phase me to see them ordering such an amount of drinks. I watched like a predatory hawk as Emory prepared herself for the tequila shot. The way her tongue flicked through the salt and her lips suckled on the lime and the bobbing gesture of her throat when she swallowed the liquor had my groin twitching. I locked eyes with her, and I froze as she stared at me and winked. Holy f*****g s**t. She winked.

I smirked and took that gesture as my cue and walked to her side, thankful that neither Jenny nor her viper of a brother was here to act as a cockblocker. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Maybe it was the way she looked in this little, skimpy tiny black dress of hers, or how hot her leg looked, in her golden stiletto heels, or the alcohol in my veins, but I found myself walking to her side before I could stop myself.

“Tell me this is a f*****g god because since I was born, I’ve not seen such a good-looking man,” Emory squealed, pointing her fingers at me, and I couldn't help but imagine the feel of them on me. That simple gesture turned me on more than I could put into words.

“No, it's me. The Alpha," I said, dropping my hands on her bare thigh. Finally, something I've been dreaming of doing all evening. f*****g mother of f***s! Her skin was so soft! And it had a familiar texture to it too.

"What, Alpha? " She asked

"The one and only Alpha Gilbert," I said with a smug face. Snatching the glass of wine from her hand. "Let me get that for you," I said, staring longingly at her figure. She was ice and fire—A curvy, hourglass-shaped piece of female. She was not short. I'd give her that, at 5ft 8, she should be considered tall but my presence close to her made her look petite. Her Auburn hair was styled in such a way that a few strands fell into her face. And I had a mighty urge to shove the fallen strand of hair away to the back of her ear. I couldn't help it.

“You are so f*****g sexy,” I mumbled as I leaned closer to her, the feel of her skin against me getting me my highs. I suddenly felt like a junkie and she was my drug. The DJ suddenly played Yummy Yummy—by Justin Bieber. A thought came to my mind

"Wanna dance," I asked her

"Hell yeah" she squealed— something I considered to be a post-tequila effect. Emory didn't come off as the type of girl to squeal from a gesture like the one I had shown. We swayed from side to side, each of us lost in our thoughts. She lifted her head and caught me staring at her. She brought her eyes down immediately, almost like she felt affected by them. She flicked her tongue across her lips before staring back at my eyes —gaze so intense. She again bit down on her lips nervously and that was the last straw. I muttered under my breath and she looked up, confused. Without warning, I cupped her face, and before she could register what I was doing, I slammed my lips against hers and kissed her like my life depended on it. And the truth was, my life actually depended on it at that moment.

Holy freaking s**t.

Emory effortlessly ridiculed the taste of other flavors. Her mouth; her tongue; her saliva, —everything in her mouth tasted like something I've never had and the combination of all of them was like life and death sentence to me. A combination of Hell and Heaven in one sinful package. Sighing, she opened her lips and let me in. Her lips moved in sync with mine, and it went uphill, a silent fight going on between us. Who would l give up first? I smiled as she kissed me back fiercely. She was absolutely not the one to back down from a challenge. She swept her tongue in my mouth and earned a groan from me. Good job, Emory. I bit down on her lips, and she moaned. One point, Emory. One point Gilbert. She removed her lips from mine and continued to grind on my shaft, making my bulge double in size.

“Emory, what do you say we get out of here? The backside?” I asked as my breath hitched, and I came back to reality. I couldn't take any more of her teasing.

“ Sure, let’s do that”. Her voice was low and sexy, and it turned me on all the more. I grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the eyes of the other people to somewhere more discreet with shadows. Thankfully, we came across an empty bush house with a molded bench, and before she could ask anything, I put my lips back on hers. My hands gripped and squeezed her breast while pushing her backward until we both entered the bush house. She moans, and I used the opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth. My hands left her breast and went to her leg, lifting her dress as I went on.

"Damn. You are sexy," I breathed out, feeling her wetness "you are so wet," I said again and without warning, I slipped two fingers at once into her cunt and started finger f*****g her.

"Oh my God...Gilbert. I think I'm going to come." Emory moaned out some moment later. Taking her lips in a rough kiss, her hands jolted up into my hair, pulling me closer. She moaned and proceeded to unbutton my shirt, touching every skin she could roam as she did so. I detached my lips from hers and put them on her neck. She shivered before throwing her head sideways to give me better access to her neck skin as I kissed, nibbled, and bit her skin. Her moans start to grow louder and louder. She twisted and turned, saying nonessential things. At that moment, I didn't care if someone walked in on us. It might be the alcohol giving me such courage, but then again, the thrill of being caught was overwhelming, and I want Alessandro f*****g Salvatore to know who the King was. It would shatter him to know what I did to his sister—that I f****d her in the public and made her swallow my c*m. And yes, the act was not even the beginning of my revenge on him.

"Oh my goodness"..., She gasped as my tongue found her c**t, sucking away all her juices. She f*****g tasted and smelled so good. I could remain down there forever.

"f**k" she gritted, pulling on my hair tighter as I continued to mouth - f**k her. I felt her legs begin to shake from under me.

" I think I'm gonna c*m" her voice sounded like that of a crying child—fragile, urgent, and coated with pleas. Yes, the plan was to give her tears-provoking orgasms and make her swallow my c*m but this...this is too soon.

"Not yet, Salvatore." I muffled into her c**t, still licking her dripping juices. "Turn over," I commanded, and she obliged, turning her backside to me. Both of her legs were on the ground, and her hands were on the molded bench.

Without warning, I inserted my member into her from behind, and she let out a big scream. If people didn't hear us before, I was pretty sure they would hear us by now.

"f*****g hell! you are so big," she cried out

"And you are so f*****g tight," I groaned between clenched teeth, trying to form a tempo that'd be conducive for her.