Filed to story: The Alphas Contract Novel by Taylor West
‘But they don’t get along.’
“Maybe not, but I don’t want to risk being kicked out.” I groan
Because you want to be with Damien!
Damien didn’t come back for hours and since he has been back, he has barely spoken a word to me. He didn’t seem angry. But he sits at the small table in the kitchen, an arm resting on the top as his fingers drum the wood. “Is Dorothy coming back tonight?” I ask quietly. School would have finished a couple of hours ago. And at least she would break the tension that seemed to be surrounding us.
“Sleepover.” He mutters as his dark eyes find mine.
“That’s nice.” I wasn’t sure what I should say. Being around him made me nervous, but it also made my heart flutter. “She didn’t mention it this morning.”
I was trying so hard to keep the conversation light. Maybe he had changed his mind about me being here. What if Blair had said something to him.
“I asked if she could stay with Mallory for the night.”
“Oh.”
“So we could have the place to ourselves,”
“What?”
I roll off the sofa and smack my head on the coffee table as I hit the floor.
“Ow!” Looking around, I realise I am alone. Damien had never returned and it was dark outside.
I feel the warmth of my blood trickle down my forehead and quickly get to my feet. Why did the dream have to seem so real?
Moving upstairs to the bathroom, I look in the mirror and scan the small inch long cut. It was already healing. which was weird to watch. I had never been able to heal until Cooper’s power over me was broken.
Using a cloth, I wipe away the blood and groan. It had been a long time since a man I liked had invaded my dreams like that.
I toss the cloth in the basket just as I hear the front door open. He’s back and at least he hadn’t seen me act like a complete twat.
“Samara?” He calls out, “Why can I smell blood?!”
“I tripped over. It’s okay, it’s already healed.”
I tum and see him standing at the bathroom door. He glances at the bloody cloth in the basket and slowly his dark eyes return to me.
“I fell asleep on the um, the um, sofa.” How was it that he made me trip over my own words? “I woke with a jump and uh, I fell off, not remembering where I was. I hit my head.” I rub my forehead where the little wound had been, it was already long gone. “It’s stupid.”
His dark eyes hover on me. The intensity was just that. I feel my chest tighten, my breaths are short as he continues to stare.
“Are you sure you are okay?” He steps forward closing the distance until he is inches away from me. He smells a little like smoke. He could have been at the packhouse, it would explain why he was gone for so long.
“I’m, uh, It’s healed. It’s weird to watch it heal, but you know, it was going to happen eventually and it was something that wasn’t too serious.” The words tumble quickly from my mouth as Dakota laughs
You sound like a bumbling idiot!’ I feel her shake her head in amusement
“Did you hit your head a little too hard?” He asks, but I’m certain he is low key trying to sniff me.
“I didn’t pass out or anything, if that’s what you mean. I woke up, hit my head and came up here to clean it. No big deal.”
I really wanted to touch him again, to see if I felt that same weird spark. I just about manage to keep my arms at my side, ignoring the intrusive thoughts. But damn, he was so close.
“May I?” He asks cautiously.
I nod and he places his hands on my cheeks. My legs almost buckle at the intensity of the sparks that fly through me. I just about keep myself upright as his thumb glides across my forehead. He must feel it, there’s no way he couldn’t have.
I look up at him and there is a deep frown on his face.
“No Dorothy?” I force out, I had to talk about something. “School finished ages ago.”
“She’s having a sleepover.”
I gulp, it was just like my dream only now, he steps back. “I would suggest you don’t fall asleep on the sofa. We don’t want something like that happening again.”
“Okay.” I mutter confused, but he is busy rubbing his fingers in his palms. Like he was trying to figure something out.
‘He felt it too.’
Damien
Her skin is flush again, as she stares at me with wide eyes. “Uh, I….” Her eyes dart around the room, trying to avoid my gaze. “I know you felt that too.”
“You felt something?”
Her brow crinkles up as she nods her head “And when I touched your hand this morning. I can’t hold it in any longer. I saw it, I saw how you reacted, you felt it, just like I did.” Samara leans back against the basin and takes a deep breath. “Are you going to say anything?” She presses. “Please don’t say you didn’t feel it. Please don’t lie to me. Because I am so confused right now. I just need to know it’s not in my head. And I need to know what this is.”
“Yes, I felt something.” I felt something every time I looked at her, especially since getting to know her a little more. And she constantly invaded my thoughts.
She slowly bobs her head and takes another deep breath. “I’m definitely not imagining it?”
I cock a brow at her. “You thought you were going mad?”
“I just needed to know I wasn’t losing it.” She spins around and turns the tap on, splashing her face with water.
I move quickly, locking my arms around her as she lets out a small squeal. Pressing my nose against her neck, I felt that same spark. It only seemed to happen when our skin touched.
Inhaling, I smell nothing but another Lycan. No sweet scent. No intoxicating smell that drew me in. Nothing. Yet the sparks continue to pulsate, sending wave after wave of life through me. It didn’t make sense, but maybe it didn’t have to.
She leans her head back against my chest, her eyes close as she takes slow deep breaths. “What’s happening?” she whispers.
I could smell her arousal, but I don’t say anything.
“Damien.” My name is barely a whisper as my hand slides up under the shirt. Her skin is warm and seems to come alive under my touch. More sparks radiate down the length of my fingers, spreading out across my hand as she holds her breath.
“Breathe,” My lips are millimetres away from her ear and her cheeks turn the reddest I have ever seen.
“This is a dream.” She mutters.
“Is it?” I drag my teeth over the lobe of her ear. She lets out a little hiss.
“But……”
As I reach her breasts, she pushes them against my hand, desperate for my touch. She lets out another little hiss as my palm grazes her hardened nipples.
I could no longer hide how I felt about her and I had kept my gaze to e
myself when she had shifted in the forest, but now, I wanted to see every inch of her. I wanted to see her trembling under my touch. I wanted to learn every inch of her body so that when she does invade my mind, the image of her is exactly right.
As I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger, she lets out tiny little gasps. My other hand works its way inside of her shorts, cupping her wet pussy.
“Damien…” She pleads and parts her thighs a little. As I slide a finger between her folds, she is so wet for me that it makes my cock strain against my zipper, desperate to fuck her.
Pushing my finger deeper, she leans forwards, gripping the basin, letting out a gasp.
I press my chest against her back, wanting to keep us locked together as I thrust my finger back and forth.
“Fuck.” She mutters
As my finger retreats, I slam back into her with two fingers. Her hands hit the wall as she lets out a growl.
She tightens around my fingers, already close to an orgasm as my thumb settles on her clit.
Pressing my lips against her neck as she moans my name, I push my fingers in all the way to the knuckles. She breaks around m
Her muscles clamping my fingers in place as my name comes from her lips in a whispered delight
Releasing my fingers, her breath is heavy. She stares at me in the mirror for a moment and slowly turns around to look at me. Her lips are parted a little and her eyes are wide with surprise.
As I start to lift her shirt up, she raises her arms so I can lift it over her head. Her eyes stay on me the entire time.
Leaning down, I carefully lick around each of the dark pink swollen nipples, and momentarily take them in my mouth, giving each one a little bite.
She gasps as I start pulling down her shorts, but doesn’t tell me to stop. I pause when her beautiful pussy comes into view and slowly flick my tongue over it, tasting her wetness. Her fingers lock in my hair, a mixture of surprise and delight at the invasion.
Stepping out of her shorts, I throw them to one side, taking in every inch of her. She had always hidden herself until now.
“Your turn.” she whispers. She slowly unfastens the buttons of my shirt. Her hands settle on my chest before she pushes the shirt from me, letting it fall to the floor.
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