The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter twenty-two

Chapter twenty two

Gilbert’s pov

This was insane.

I couldn't help but marvel at the way her tongue, lips, palm, and fingertips work on me, driving me to oblivion and back. I'd had a series of hand jobs and blow jobs in the past but none of them measured this. Hell, I'd been patient enough with Emory f*****g Salvatore. She seemed to feel the same though because she made quick moves when I tried to replace our position. I couldn't help but laugh at our lack of patience to quickly have our bodies wrapped around each other. "How do you want it?" I breathed out the question while gloving myself up.

"Hard...Rough...fast..." The words barely left her mouth before I pushed her back against the wall and thrust my joystick into her hole. A loud moan of pleasure escaped her lips as I did so.

"You want it hard and rough and fast, yeah?" I asked, not breaking contact with her luscious body, slamming into her as I picked up a rhythmical tempo. And she did it well, too, like the last time, meeting me midway, thrust for thrust as I mercilessly pushed into her.

"Yeah—oh my god, Gilbert..." She called out my name sinfully. Turning me on more, and adding fuel to my fire. And so, I drove into her fiercely, kissing and biting her lips until her nails dug deep into the back of my neck—giving her more. I was sure bruises would appear on it by tomorrow or by the time I was done with her. I removed my d**k from her p***y and she looked like she was going to say something but before the words came out, I dived back into her, making her unsaid words come out in a moan. A real dip-s**t nerve-wracking moan that almost made me c*m undone. She held onto my neck as I bounced her up and down, trying to have my whole length in her as our tongue collided in a fist for dominance, fighting with lips, tongues, and teeth. I was suddenly as wide as a caveman while she was as wild and dangerous like a sultry Italian nurse. Bizarre and unfathomable, and earthy. Her eyes, the intensity of her gaze on me was fierce, and there was a liking to the eyes that haunted me in my dreams. Maybe I was the one imagining it though but if my hunch was correct which it normally is, then there was too much similarity between the two of them. However, the distinctive feature was too much to flush off their similarities. What I want to say is that the woman from the refugee camp given to me as a mate by the moon goddess cannot be the woman I was presently f*****g right? She was not and cannot be Alessandro's sister. I was broken out of my reverie when Emory suddenly gently tugged on my balls and flicked her tongue across them. Almost at that same instance, she suckled on my tip while her hand skimmed the bottom part of my prick “oh s**t”

Damn! This woman is f*****g amazing! Did she study this in school or in Africa where she went to study?

"Let me feel you up," she said, her nails still buried deep in my back and I pushed her further into the wall as she screamed, wrapping her legs around my torso. Picking her up, I placed her back on the bed, in a position that would stimulate a deeper and better penetration but the position almost had me flying high in an instant. Now she was on top of me, kissing, biting, and sucking my neck skin as she straddled and f**k me back and forth, through sanity and madness.

"Ride this d**k, b***h" I bellowed, like a horse rider to a horse, yanking and pulling at her thick ass cheeks, and boy, did she pick up the pace? Back and forth, and then in circles, she rode me like a pro. I gave her shoulder a firm bite, and it seemed like that was the switch that turned her paralysis because she started to clench and shake around me. Her whimpers went higher and higher and so did Viper and me. Her moans gave us highs. She was our drug; we were her junkie. I hated how badly I wanted to be with her and it wasn’t like my previous entanglement with this other woman, with this one, I wanted to do more. I wanted to do better. I wanted to please her and I want even the smallest of my strokes to be perfect.

"Not yet" I whispered slurry in her ears and took over the pace and control. The need to taste her was suddenly insatiable and unquenchable. In one quick, acrobatic move, my tongue replaced my d**k in her c******s, with her thick ass cheeks pressing the side of my face and her mouth closing over my shaft, her hands on my balls. A couple of licks and sucks after, we both lose our balance as we climaxed, giving out a loud bitchy shriek. And like a wild caveman once again, I flapped my tongue between her legs, with my hands steadying her shaky legs as I licked her dry and clean. We stayed like that for a moment, our heaving chests, creating a violent thunder between us, as our hearts and lungs tried to catch up with the lust we just chased, with the pure and utter passion that was still running through my veins. And she dropped her head on my chest, I tried to collect the remnant of my sanity because the little redhead here was driving me crazy, and then I realized something.

I had f*****g slept with Alessandro's sister. Not once but twice and as I pondered more, over my real intentions for her, I realized something even more shocking, not only was I sleeping with my sworn enemy’s sister, but I’d also started my revenge on him. The promises I made to him were slowly but surely coming to manifestation. Emory's long Auburn tresses, her seemingly icy blue eyes, which reminded me of our time, her soft fingers, her moans, and the feeling of her against me... I knew from the start I wanted her and that it'd be good given the tension between us was off the chart the seconds I laid my eyes on her, but I never knew it would be so fantastic and magical. Because hell, she was a fine ass fucker through and through. A f*****g goddess on the bed and off, and with every moment that passes, I just wanted to feel and taste her, again, again, and again. And I usually didn't bring my flings to my house, let alone let them sleep on my bed. But this damsel just bought her way through all the rooms and corners of my house and heart. Even my f***s with Jenny ended in chambers in the pack house, hotel rooms, my office her office, or her room, but not mine. Emory was asleep now, and I couldn't but help take her in. Just stare and look at her, as her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. I caught myself, brushing off her hair from her face and shamelessly sniffing at her.

What a loss! I know I shouldn’t be sniffing my enemy’s sister but I couldn’t help it and in my defense, Viper needed me to sniff her. He wanted to sniff her. He wanted to be close to her. He wanted to be entangled with her. This was the second time he would feel so attuned to a woman or any human for that matter. He resented Jenny. He never wants to be in the same space with her and even times when I f**k her, it was purely my flesh doing the act. He was never involved. But now, with this woman, the sister of the man I loathe with every penny of the property I own, he was fully involved and even asked that I do more.

Goddamn her smell was intoxicating; it made me feel lightheaded. Was this even normal? I mean, was a fully-grown-ass man, and at twenty five supposed to feel this way? Giddy and tipsy at the same time? She stirred and moved closer to me, and I didn't resist the urge to press her to me. Viper needed to feel her too. Her body on me felt so familiar it was like I'd known her since forever considering the way her body fit into mine. It is like a sudden hunger and urge I couldn't satiate. Like a moth, I was pulled to her flame. I looked at her and caught her lips curling into a smile, as she sighed and wrapped her hand around my torso. The sole act made me smile back and leaned until my lip touched her lips, nose, eyes, and forehead, dropping feather kisses in its wake.

Fucking s**t!