The Alpha Wants Everything Book 1 The King's Queen
Chapter 25: Where would I go?

Her mind racing with a million sexy thoughts, she couldn’t concentrate on her keys. He was right, the anticipation that he built in her at being caught made her imagination run wild. Her skin was flushed and she felt like she was on fire and he hadn’t even touched her yet. When he wrapped his arms around her waist and pinned her into the door from behind, an explosion rocked through her. She could feel him pressing against her, his lips on the back of her neck and when she felt his teeth, a moan escaped her mouth.

“Were you trying to get away, little mouse?” He whispered in her ear as he nipped his way to the tip.

“I couldn’t make it easy for you, where would the fun in that be?” She gasped as his hands traveled up her sides

“If you don’t get this door open I will show you right here” he growled, pressing harder into her, causing another moan to be released. She was trying but the shock waves of pleasure that were coursing through her made it hard to focus.

“If you don’t get this door open, I will break it down” his hands slid down her waist to her hips to the inside of her thighs and back again. She turned around to face him and thrust the keys into his hand.

“Then you do it” she moved her hands across his chest and down his sides. She slid her hands under his shirt and across his skin, causing it to heat up at her touch. He shivered at the contact and lifted her to his waist, pressing hard against the inside of her thighs. She trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck. She nipped and sucked her way to his collar bone.

“DAMN IT!” He struggled with the keys, her movements were too distracting.

“Not easy is it? when you can’t focus” she smiled. His eyes were pitch black when he looked at her and shook his head. He placed her back on the ground and she took the keys back.

“Don’t touch” he placed his hands on either side of her on the door, breathing hard, trying to resist the urge. She found the right key and placed it in the lock and twisted it. When the lock popped his mouth claimed hers, and his hand moved for the door.

Once inside and the door shut, he pulled her back to him. His hands slipped her coat off her shoulders and down her arms dropping it to the floor. Lifting her back to his waist she secured her legs around him as she kicked off her shoes. He moved her to a drafting table and placed her on it, before kissing down her jaw and her neck. He travelled over her collar bone and lower. She moaned at the feeling of his lips on her, her skin heating with each touch. His hands lifted the fabric of her shirt, but it was not coming off fast enough, he tore it to free her. He wanted more to kiss, more to taste, to touch. He wanted more to claim. Her tattered shirt now on the floor she sat topless before him with just her bra covering her. He caressed her soft skin, a pressured touch here and feathered one there. One hand cupped one breast massaging her nipple with his thumb through the fabric while his mouth trailed kisses over the top of the other one. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, leaning over her on the table he pressed into her hard, she sucked in a sharp breath and arched into him.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved his mouth lower. He kissed between the valley of her breasts and lower to her stomach, she moaned when he kissed just above her waistline. He made his way back up kissing, tasting every inch he could. Rocking harder and harder into her. He pulled her back into his arms and his lips met hers. He carried her to a different location, while she kissed down his jaw to his neck. She nipped his throat, his collarbone and started tugging on his shirt. He helped her remove it and it ended up somewhere on the floor. She ran her hands across his smooth chest. She explored the contours of his muscles, traced the definitions of them. With agonizingly slow torture she made her way down to his waist, where she let her fingers dance with the waistband of his jeans. Her mouth moved over his chest leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When she flipped the button of his jeans he moved them again to the bottom of the stairs. His hands ran down her backside where he gave her bottom a firm squeeze, not having the patience to take her pants off he just ripped them and pulled what was left of them down her legs.

Now only in her panties and bra, she looked up at him, he smiled down at her proud of how he got her out of her clothes, he would keep her like this if he could. He kissed her hard, letting his hands wander down her body. Not waiting to be invited he bit her bottom lip so she would open her mouth, his tongue found hers, she moaned when one of his hands slid between her legs and cupped her V, and started rubbing back and forth, slowly at first, then faster adding more and more pressure, she was so wet and smelled so delicious he moved them with speed to the top of the stairs to the loft, kicking the door closed behind them. Sitting her on the counter in the kitchen he moved the fabric of her panties to the side and slid a finger inside of her and started pushing in and out, slowly but picking up speed, she gasped and arched into his hand. He slid his hand out far enough that he could push a second finger in and she moaned and arched into him again as he repeated the process from before, he used his thumb to rub her clit, and she could feel her body humming and building, she was on the verge, but he didn’t want her to go over the edge just yet. He pulled his fingers out and he kissed her lips, her jaw.

“Not yet baby” he whispered, she slipped his jeans from his waist, and pushed them down. He brought them into the bedroom and placed her on the bed, he unhooked her bra, and threw it on the floor. He kissed her again hard and passionate and slowly made his way down her body. He kissed and nipped the flesh of one breast, while he cupped the other one. He brought the nipple into his mouth and she moaned when she felt him swirling his tongue over the tip. Then he switched lavishing the same attention on the other one, then he moved lower, her ribs, her belly to the waistband of her panties. Kissing, tasting all of her. He curled his fingers over the fabric and started to slide them down, kissing and tasting the flesh as he exposed it, sliding her panties off so she was fully exposed in front of him, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He spread her legs and, starting at her knee he kissed his way to the middle. His thumb was massaging her and she moaned with each circular motion, when his mouth came in contact she cried out in pleasure. Gripping the sheets, she cried out again, he sucked and stroked her with his tongue as she arched and moaned beneath him. She was getting close again and he pulled back. He kissed his way back up her body, he hovered over her.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t ready for, he had to make sure.

“Yes” she hissed with anticipation. He slid his briefs down freeing himself from the confines and positioned his tip at her opening. Moving slowly he inserted himself inside allowing her to adjust to his size, when he reached her barrier,

“I’m sorry” he whispered in her ear and with one thrust he broke through, she cried out as the pain hit her. He waited for it to subside before he continued moving slowly. She knew it would hurt, but not like that, when the waves of pain died giving way to waves of pleasure, she arched beneath him. He moved faster inside of her, her moans in unison with his. She was so tight around him, it felt so good, he could feel the pressure building and building the faster he moved. He kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, nipping and sucking the tender spot where his mark would sit. She was so close right at the edge, his canines lengthened

“Let go baby, let go” she felt the creeping sensation of an explosion building inside of her, wave after wave of pressure, then she erupted and arched hard and high underneath him, at the peak of her pleasure he sank his canines into the tender spot on her neck and for the second time she cried out, but the cry of pain soon gave way to a cry of ecstasy as another wave hit her and sent her farther over the edge. She tightened around him and pulled him over with her. She pulled him close, not caring about his weight; she wanted all of him as he rocked one last time into her, he moaned out as he erupted and collapsed on top of her. They lied there as they rode out the last of their orgasms, breathing hard. Wrapped in each other’s arms. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he whispered, he rolled onto his side after he withdrew from her and pulled her into his chest. She found it hard to keep her eyes open. She fought hard, but found herself drifting off.

Kane woke a while later and he found himself alone in the bed. Concern growing in him, he was about to exit the bed when she returned with a glass of water. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt that barely covered her panties. A sigh of relief escaped him and she arched her eyebrow in question of it.

“I thought you left,” he said,

“Left? Where would I go? I live here” she said, perplexed.

“I don’t know, maybe regretting your decision” she cut him off with a kiss.

“I. Have. No. Regrets!” She said very clearly “I was thirsty, and got a drink” he took the glass of water from her and took his own drink as he watched her crawl back into bed.

“Are you ok?” He asked,

“Yes,” she said looking at him. He put the glass on the bed side table.

“Are you sure?” Asking again,

“Yes I am sure, why do yo-“ he cut her off with a kiss of his own.

“Cause I’m ready for round two” he said into her lips before he deepened it and his hand trail south. He felt her moan against him, when he slid his hand in her panties and cupped her. Her body was already humming to life with the anticipation of what was to come next. He pulled off her shirt and slipped off her panties, exposing her body to him, and he trailed a different path down her to her center, letting his teeth graze her skin all the way down before he settled between her legs. He allowed his tongue to swirl her nub while his fingers thrust in and out of her. She moaned and arched as waves of pleasure rocked her to the core. She could feel herself building, she was quivering with excitement, but he wouldn’t let her release, he kept pulling her back from the edge. He began to move back up her body, positioning himself. With one thrust he entered her fully, she moaned and arched hard against him. He moved slowly at first, then quickened his pace, only to slow down when she got to the brink turning her moans into cries of pleasure. She tried to bite them back but they slipped out. He moved alternating between hard, fast and deep thrusts to slow, gentle and shallow, until she was begging him to send her over. He picked up the pace again feeling himself on the verge

“Look at me baby, look at me I want to see you” she opened her eyes as he thrust into her deeper again and again, she felt the explosion deep in her core as she arched into him, with one final thrust she tightened around him and she pulled them both over, still pushing inside of her riding out every last bit of their pleasure wave, he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. He kissed her neck, her jaw, and crushed her lips with his. Her arms were wrapped around his neck when the kiss broke, both gasping for air, he kissed down her jaw to her neck, to her mark. Another ripple of pleasure tore through her causing her to release another moan and tighten around him again. He could feel himself growing hard inside her, he kissed her mark again and she arched under him, pushing into him. He moaned at the movement, fully hard he started to thrust again, pushing as deep as he could go with each one. She pulled him closer to her, crying out with each push. He kissed up her neck to her lips, it was demanding and hard. Building and building, wave after wave rocking through them until they couldn’t hold on, as a tidal wave washed over them. Their bodies entwined, shivering in the gratification of their release. He kissed her hard and pulled out. Rolling onto his side he cuddled her into him.

“Round 4 might have to wait for a bit,” he said into her hair.

“Round 4?, I’m not sure I survived round 3” she cuddled in deeper, he laughed, rubbing her back and kissing her forehead.

“What’s it like?” She asked after a while “Being a werewolf?”

“A double edged sword. When things are good, they’re really good, and when they’re bad, it’s really bad. You can see long distances, move with speed. You can hear everything, smell everything. But there are things you don’t want to hear, and some things you really don’t want to smell” remembering how Justine smelled that day on the dance floor made him shudder. “You’re strong, so fragile delicate things you need to be careful with” he held her tiny hands in his and kissed her palms. “You have a high metabolism and you eat a lot, but you’re always fucking starving. You’re aggressive, possessive, protective and territorial. You spend 16 years only being a third of yourself, then you get your wolf, and it’s fine, unless he’s a bloodthirsty mongrel” Fuck you asshole! “But it’s not until you replace your mate that you become whole. Humans can wade through needles and needles trying to replace the right one, whereas werewolves have to replace that one needle in the haystack. The one that was created just for them. Some don’t, or they give up, and they take a chosen, but they’ll never be complete, some replace their mate, but they lose them, but if they are lucky enough to pull themselves out and hang on, they could replace a second chance mate”

“Chosen? second chance? What happens if they can’t pull themselves out?” She looked up at him. He laughed.

“A chosen, is a mate usually an Alpha will choose to be with, for the good of the pack and to produce a potential heir. The bond between them will not be as strong, but it will be there, and over time if they are lucky they can learn to love each other. Doesn’t usually work out that way though. The pull to replace one’s true mate is far too strong. A second chance mate is one that has found their mate, but for whatever reason isn’t with them, mostly because they were rejected, or they lost their mate, but managed to carry on living. If they can’t pull themselves back from losing their mate, they usually die shortly after their mate does, or they go mad and either take off or need to be put down. I told you some of this when I had that piece commissioned” he looked down at her.

“You did, but that was when it was just the animal world and werewolves didn’t exist. Would you have chosen?” She buried her face into his chest, not sure if she really wanted the answer. He could sense her apprehension, but he promised her the truth to any question she asked.

“If I had not found you, yes I would have. She never would have been my mate, but for the good of my pack, I would have chosen. But I found you, and I am whole” he nuzzled into her hair taking a deep breath.

“Good thing too, you could have ended up with Justine” she kissed his chest. He shuddered at the thought, and she giggled.

“Did I thank you?” He asked,

“Thank me?” She inquired back,

“For calling dibs!” He replied,

“No” he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard, this time he didn’t need to wait, she invited him, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and massaged hers, then showed her how grateful he truly was. The rest of the night was filled with bits of sleep, conversation and passionate love making.