The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Six

Emory's POV

"Turn around.” Alpha Gilbert's voice was low, definitive, and seductive as hell. How could he aromatize so much promise into those two words? Voluntarily I accepted and his hands moved to my hair.

Gently he undid my pigtails, one at a time, his expert fingers making short work of the task. My hair fell in swathes over my shoulders, one lock at a time, covering my back and down to my breasts. I tried to stand still and not squirm, but I was aching for his touch. After our long, tiring but exciting day, I wanted him—all of him. His mouth is close to my ear and I felt his breath, though his lips didn’t touch my skin. When my hair was free, he ran his fingers through it, gently massaging my scalp . . . oh my . . . I closed my eyes and savored the sensation. His fingers traveled down, and he tugged me closer

“I'm in awe of your body,” he breathed and his teeth tugged at my ear lobe. " You are the definition of perfection, Emory. Everything about you is perfect and beautiful and amazing. I'm so lucky to have you as M.I.N.E" he said into my ear, flicking the inside of my ear with the tip of his tongue.

I moaned, shivering as a cold spine ran through me"

“Hush now,” he admonished, whacking my ass and pulling a bit on my flesh. He brushed my hair over my shoulder and trailed a finger across the top of my back from shoulder to shoulder following the lace edge of my dress. I shuddered in expectation. He planted a tender kiss on my back above the first button on my dress as he dexterously unhook the first button. "I'm so sorry, Emory. For all my wrongdoings. I sincerely apologize“He said, caressing my body —from my shoulder down through my arm until he reached and intertwined our fingers. He lazily drags his hand back and with infinite slowness, he unfastened each button, all the way down my back.

“so beautiful,” he said against my skin, trailing kisses from the nape of my neck to the edge of my shoulder. Between each kiss, he murmured, “You. Are. Mine." Each word was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and tilted my head, giving him easier access to my neck. “Mine,” he whispered once more. He peeled my dress down my arms so that it pooled at my feet. Gilbert’s eyes wandered greedily down my body, but he said nothing. He just gazed at me, his eyes wide with want and mouth tightened with hunger. His gaze was consuming and I was on the verge of getting totally burnt.

“You like?” I whispered, aware of the shy blush creeping across my cheeks. Retracting my steps a bit, I brushed my ass against his groin and he audibly swallowed.

“More than like, baby. You look amazing— and hell yeah if you want to know whether I want you” He angled his neck on my shoulder and pressed his groin deeper into my ass. I moaned—sucked on my bottom lips and exhaled. Gilbert smirked. He held out his hand and taking it, I stepped out of my dress.

“Keep still,” he murmured and without taking his darkening eyes off mine, he ran his middle finger over my breasts, following the line of my corset. My breath shallowed and he repeated the agonizing journey over my breasts once more, his tantalizing finger sending pleasurable tingles down my spine.

He stopped and twirled his index finger in the air, indicating that he wanted me to turn around. For him, right now, I’d do anything. I'd bend and touch my toes even.

“Stop,” he said. I was facing the bed, away from him. His arm encircled my waist, pulling me against him, and he nuzzled my neck. Gently he cupped my breasts, toying with them, while his thumbs circled over my n*****s so that they puckered all the more out of that fabric of my corset.

“Mine,” he whispered

“Yours,” I breathed.

Leaving my breasts bereft he ran his hands down my stomach, over my belly, and down to my thighs, his thumbs skimming my s*x. I stifled a moan. His fingers skated down each garter, and with his usual mastery, he simultaneously unhooked each one from my stockings. His hands traveled around to my behind.

“Mine,” he breathed as his hands spread across my backside, the tips of his fingers brushing my crotch.

“Ah.”

“Hush.” His hands traveled down the backs of my thighs, and once more he unclipped my garters.

Leaning down, he pulled back the cover on the bed.

“Sit down,” he demanded and I complied. Gilbert came and knelt at my feet and gently tugged off each of my heels. He grasped the top of my left stocking and slowly peeled it off, running his thumbs down my leg . . . Oh my. He repeated the process with my other stocking. He brought my left big toe to his mouth and sucked while his other hand massaged the in-betweens of my right foot.

Fucking…holy Goddess!

Now, I think you’re wearing too many clothes.” I bend to kiss him, and suddenly he leaned up, kissing my lips, and grasping my head with his hands, his fingers threading into my hair.

“f**k Jenny and her slimy prick of a father” he breathed each word as though he was latching the mixture of the words and the taste of my mouth. His lips claimed mine once more, his tongue invasively persuasive. "You are all I've ever wanted and desires…and those things… the things I did" he trailed off after I nudged him at his side. He was talking too much and I wanted to be f****d!

“Clothes,” I whispered, our breath mingling as I pushed back his jacket and he struggled out of it, releasing me for a moment. He paused, gazing at me, eyes wide, eyes wanting. “I want to” My voice was soft yet demanding. He nodded in approval and sat back on his heels, and leaning forward I grasped his tie— my favorite tie—and slowly undid it and pulled it free. He raised his chin to let me catch the top button of his white shirt; then once it was undone, I moved on to his cuffs.

“Emory” he muttered my name, as though he was making a wish on the hills, before a flying start. Reaching up to his second shirt button, and mirroring him from earlier, I planted a soft kiss on his chest as I undid each of them and whispered between each kiss,

“Gilbert,” I called out seductively and he groaned, and in one swift move, he clasped me around the waist and lifted me onto the bed, following me down onto it. His lips found mine, his hands curling around my head, holding me, stilling me as our tongues glory in each other.

“You are so beautiful . . . Emory.” He ran his hands down my legs and then grasped my left foot. “You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them starting here.” He pressed his lips against my big toe and then grazed the pad with his teeth. Everything south of my waistline convulsed. His tongue glided up my instep and his teeth skimmed my heel and up to my ankle. He trailed kisses up the inside of my calf; soft wet kisses until I was wriggling beneath him.

“Do not move,” he warned, and suddenly he flipped me onto my stomach and continued his leisurely journey with his mouth up the back of my legs, to my thighs, my behind, and then he stopped. I groaned.

“Please . . .”

“I want you naked,” he murmured and slowly unhooked my corset, one hook at a time. When it was flat on the bed beneath me, he ran his tongue up the length of my spine.

“Gilbert …, please.”

“Please what? You aren't a smartmouth eh?” His words were so soft. He was almost lying on top of me, and I could feel him hard against my behind.

“You.”

“Same here, baby. I want you too" he whispered, and before I knew it, he’d flipped me onto my back. He stood swiftly and in one efficient move dispensed with his pants and boxer briefs so that he was gloriously naked and looming large and ready over me. “Mine,” he mouthed, slamming his lips to mine and removing it almost in the same instant.

“Please,” I begged and he grinned . . . a titillating, wicked, persuading, Alpha-like grin. He crawled back onto the bed and trailed kisses up my right leg this time . . . until he reached the apex of my thighs. He pushed my legs wider apart. In a fog, his mouth was on my s*x. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his wet, sharp, and experienced tongue. My hands fisted in his hair as my hips swung and swayed, slave to his rhythm, then bucked off the small bed. He grabbed my hips to steady me as he continued to meticulously finish me with his flicking torture.

“Gilbert” I moaned out as I felt my first wave of optimum pleasure hit me.