The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter twenty three

Emory's pov

I woke up to a solid rock but a comfortable pillow. It was like I was lying on a piece of wood. A fine cozy wood. This wasn't my bed, not my pillow either. I tried to bounce on it, and a strangled moan of pleasure and pain escaped my mouth, causing me to open my eyes. I caressed my head as the memory from last night came flooding in. Turning, I saw the peaceful and lovely face of my supposed mate. He looked so relaxed sleeping, the sight alone gave me Goosebumps and heavy breaths. I couldn’t help but continue to smile as I looked at him and subtly use my fingertips to trace the outline of his face. My hand lingered a bit longer on his lip. I traveled through memory lane in that split second. I knew and I remembered all the hateful things he did to be but that moment was the rain after sunshine. I remembered how good he was to me before the proverbial low struck. I remembered how lowly my existence turned from that day onward. How often he and his friends came together to mock and punish me out of the mere fun of it. And right now, thinking about him, I couldn’t help but remember the two people that were there for me. The people that had me going and showed me what it meant to be loved.

“Where are you guys? Are you still here/ are you safe… are you alive? Will I ever get to see you again?” I asked in my subconscious with my eyes still strained on alpha Gilbert’s.

"I heard it is rude to stare and interrupt someone's sleep," Alpha Gilbert’s mushy and husky voice quipped which startled me. I quickly removed my fingers from his face, blushing like a maniac when the reality of what he must be thinking occurred to me.

No, I wasn’t ogling and filling you up dimwit! I was only traveling over memory lane. His eyes widened at my frantic gestures.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I stuttered while I apologized and he did quick work to scold me gently.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I don’t know. You didn’t seem okay with waking to find me gawking at you” I said in a sugary, tiny voice that even I coiled from my inside. Putting up a soft facade in front of a man I want to smash his head was a really difficult task. How do psychopaths do it?

"I didn't mean it like that, princess. You know I am all yours" Gilbert said and his eyes moved to his bulge, the bedspread covering his body doing nothing to hide how aroused he was. I turned a shade of bright pink from the sheer knowledge that I had a huge effect on him. You are going to be in for a big ride baby. I smirked internally. . "Good morning, angel face. Got any plans for today?" He asked, and I looked at him like he had grown a second head. I knew what a guy meant when he asked such questions. I’d heard a thousand and one questions like that from Alessandro. Well if alpha Gilbert was asking me such questions that would mean I’d gotten him entangled in my web.

"Is there a sight you want to go check out? I can come with you if you want. This is my kingdom, and I can grant you entry into wherever you want to go." He added when I still didn’t answer him.

"I think I'm done with sightseeing. In fact, I will be heading back to my pack soon." I answered indifferently.

"Ah, I see. Why did you need to sightsee anyways? I barely have interesting things in the pack," Gilbert asked while his hands drew a faint line on my bareback.

"It's a secret," I said tucking out a tongue.

"I promise not to tell anyone." He said mirroring my stance.

"I trust you not to tell anyone, but it might just ruin my surprise." I retorted, nuzzling into the crook of his body.

"I see. A surprise, huh?" Now he was sounding intrigued.

"Yeah"

"Do me a favor then. Stay a bit longer with me before you go?" oh, okay. I’ve totally got him in the spot where I wanted. Rumors and details I’d put together about alpha Gilbert said he never invited his flings to stay longer and he never bought any of them to his house. I liked how easily he was dancing to my beat so quickly and effortlessly on my part. Well, two could play, right? And I sure hadn’t gotten a hinge on my game yet.

"I'll stay...breakfast in bed?" I asked, not able to hold it in anymore... This man got me behaving like a nymph. Thankfully he caught on to me and let out a cheeky grin." Food... Later. You...now" my words barely found resonance in the atmosphere when Gilbert smashed his lips with mine, the impact which caused me to reel back. He held me tightly, though, his tongue darting over my lower lip with an urgency I'd never felt before. His hands roamed over my body as roughly as possible; the pure need radiating off him made me weak to the knees.

My starved caveman. “I’d just wash my teeth,” I said looking for an escape to tame my running libido but he wasn’t going to have it. “Then I’d join you,” he said and before I could protest, he was standing right behind me with his groin on my ass. He pulled me closer but didn't get enough of me because he suddenly lifted me from the ground, and I wrapped my leg around him. Trapping him in and erasing whatever space there might be between us. His palm cupped my ass cheeks tightly as his lips devoured me, pressing me to himself— all I felt was him, his body, his breath, his soul, his desire all wrapped into a ball of lust.

I've never been kissed like this; Never been f****d like this, with a raw and dangerous need that numbed my mind and exhilarated every nerve in my body.

"Where?" He asked

"f*****g here," I answered before he dropped me right back on the bed and drove his tongue into my hole. I didn’t even know when I turned bare. My heart went up in flames from the heat around us; from the silhouettes of hot petals, his tongue left in my core, and once again, I felt my body respond to the unabashed works he offered on a golden platter. I watched as he licked the slightest drip of my juice, his tongue working wonders. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lip. "Taste yourself"

"Spread those legs for me," he commanded, and I obeyed. He plunged his shaft into my core, the sole act causing a spark of raw pleasure to creep up my brain and a loud symphonic messy moan to escape my lips. His thrusts were intentional, vast, and lyrical. A deep animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he found his release, shortly after I did mine.

"Do you want more?" he whispered -moaning in my ear and I couldn’t help but bask in the euphoric realization that hit me once again. This gorgeous chunk of male specimens...always sought my consent in whatever he did. It was indeed heavenly, to find someone who f*****g loved f*****g you... this was one train of lust that I have never traveled.

“Yes more” I muttered breathlessly.

"You beautiful is going to be the end of me," alpha Gilbert said after I whispered in affirmative to his question. “Like hell yeah I f*****g want more also” and with that, he slammed his lip with mine, and entered me simultaneously.

"f**k you are so damn tight"

"Gil. bert… Gilbert'' I stuttered like a child who was just learning to speak. My voice stuck in my throat as I was suddenly greeted with the biggest tidal wave of pleasure I'd ever felt. Slamming into my core as I dug my fingers into the soft mattress, trying to hold on to something for my dear life. A deep guttural groan escaped his lips as he shortly found his release after me. Opening my eyes, I saw him staring at me with hunger, lust, and something else I couldn't quite decipher radiating off him in electrifying surges. He was looking at me with this raging fire that was waiting to burn me whole... I cried out in pleasure when he thrust into me again, not sparing an ounce of chance for me to regain strength. "I want you to c*m again" he breathed. Not that I needed it again, but somehow he did it like magic and with perfection.

"You drive me crazy Emory" he grunted, his lip clasping on my n*****s as his hand weaved through my hair. "c*m" he commanded and like the magical words, I saw myself finding the strength to fulfill his demands without any form of protest or reluctance.

His sparkling green doe eyes locked with mine as he fired on me to get his release. The intensity of his gaze melted the rest of the thick liquid I had in my system and with every intentional stroke of passion he plunged into my center, every shred of doubt in me disappeared, confirming what I felt for this man—utter lust and anger and hatred.

"Damn girl, you are fire," he said with glittering eyes, his d**k lost somewhere in my stomach." I can't even get enough of you."

"Then don't."

"That's the plan, angel face. That's the plan". He cooed into my ear