The Forbidden Alpha

I woke up to birds outside. I stayed in bed, running through my dream. 

“What do you think of it?” I asked Korra.

“I’m not sure. I have no memory of past partners Adea,” she murmured.

“But that was?” I asked.

“Yes, that was… my voice you heard,” she said.

It took a few minutes to shake off the shock of seeing Gabe and hearing Kor in my dream. I was left with the burning desire to see him. I needed to see him pulling out my phone, I texted him.

*Where are you?*

I watch my screen as a texting bubble pops up. I wait patiently for his reply.

*In my room. What’s up?*

I drop my phone and go into the bathroom to freshen up. I grab a bra and throw on a shirt. I grab a pair of shorts and underwear. I stop and look down at the underwear in my hands as a smile spreads across my face. Kor purrs as I drop the underwear back into the dresser drawer.

I rush to his room and when I run in I’m met with Olivia and Gabe. Olivia looks at me knowingly and I scan the room until I see him. The world stops and I inhale a deep breath and exhale in relief.

The room, the world, and life as I know it stands still.

“I think we’re going to… step out… for something…” Olivia pursed her lips, her gray eyes flickering between the two of us. “Give the two of you some time, to uh, talk,” Olivia told me as she grabbed Gabe’s hand and led him past Ethan.

I didn’t hear her as she left, nor did I see her. I was sucked into Ethan, my mate was safe in front of me. As soon as the door shut, I flew across the room to him. My chest smacked into his as his arms wrapped around me. His scent swirled around in my head. A sweet cinnamon smell envelops my senses.

Ethan and I stood there, staring into each other’s eyes. I could feel the mate bond pulling me to him and I wondered for a second how the mate bond would feel after the process was completed. His dark brown hair was tousled from the wind, his skin flushed.

He towered over me, his build huge and intimidating. Every cell in my body felt like a live wire. His fingers slid up my arm and I felt the familiar feel of electricity sparking in their wake.

My body yearned to get closer to him. Touching him wasn’t enough. His eyes roamed my face, questioning what was going on, wondering what brought out this side of me. His lips were full, plush, and pink. Had I kissed him yesterday? I wouldn’t waste another day without his lips on mine.

I slammed my lips to his, shock registered on his face for a split second before he matched my rhythm. His large hands traveling up to my neck, he held me as he deepened the kiss. Having him here in front of me overwhelmed me, the image of him still at the front of my brain, brought tears to my eyes.

“Ethan I-” His name on my lips tasted like honey, “-I need you.”

He searched my face, looking for what I don’t know. All I wanted was to get lost in his touch, feel his skin on mine. I reached up to kiss him when he murmured, “Are you sure, little one?” I clung to him, I needed this closeness. Tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed, maybe I was being dramatic over the dream but what I did know was that I wanted this. I wanted him, I didn’t want to think of what someone else did to me, or what I’ve been through. I wanted him.

“I want this,” I murmured.

I shook my head, finding a boldness I didn’t know I had, I leaned up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. His lips responded immediately, melting with mine.

A low growl rumbled from his throat, vibrating against my lips. Ethan’s large hands moved from my neck, grazing my chest and sliding to my back. Ethan gripped my hips tightly, lifting me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He walked until we were in front of the bed, and I sunk into the bed as my back hit the bed. He hovered over me, staring down at me, he leaned down until his lips were pressed against my neck. His mouth opened, and his teeth grazed against my skin.

I inhaled deeply, trying to commit his scent to memory. My skin felt like it was on fire under his touch. His lips were like gasoline, only adding to the fire. My fingers played with the hem of his shirt before I lifted it above his head. My fingers ran the length of his abs. He was beautiful, scars, tattoos and all. He reached out and grabbed my shirt, ripping it from my body. His fingers touched my stomach and slowly slid up my torso.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

“Please,” I begged, praying he could feel how badly I needed him, how badly I burned for him.

“Please, what?” He asked a small smile playing on his lips.

I lifted my hips and pressed myself against him, needing to feel him. I whimpered as I looked down and watched myself rub against him. I wasn’t ashamed of the fact that I was acting like a dog in heat.

He was deadly, yet beautiful and I sighed in content as I stared at what was mine. Ethan’s eyes stared a hole through me, he reached down and ripped my bra from my body. My nipples hardened against the cool air and I watched as he slipped my shorts off. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I smiled as he growled in approval. Wetness pools between my legs and he groaned as he smelled my arousal.

Ethan got up and he reached down and roughly parted my legs. His eyes taking in every inch, every crevice of my body. I could feel my stomach and core tighten as his face moved lowered.

I let out a small moan as my head leaned flush against the pillow in pure ecstasy as his warm lips press against my pussy, his tongue dipping in and out. His hands gripped my thighs as he licked at my clit and tasted my juices.

Ethan pulled me against his face and I unabashedly grind against him. I watched as he devoured me with his tongue.. He brought me to the edge, and pushed me over it, lapping up my juices.