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The Alpha Mate - Chapter 20
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“So, um, we’re here,” Weston said, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the spot between my eyes.
Is this boy being serious? The whole ride here, his hands were clutching the steering wheel, making his knuckles turn white. He hardly said a word to me for the whole ten minute drive to the pack house and it was killing me. In fact, I think the only thing he said to me was, “I hope y-you don’t mind stay-staying at the pack house. Jade’s the only one t-there. We h-had to get out of our h-house due to you know, uh, the situation with our dad.” More like stuttered. My response was just a sigh and another eye roll.
I walked towards the wooden door of the yellow pack house, Weston following a few feet behind. I yawned and my eyes were beginning to droop in exhaustion. It was probably already two in the morning and I was afraid we might wake up a sleeping Jade.
Therefore, I just walked in without knocking. I know, call me rude, but waking up Jade was the last thing I wanted to do – especially since what she had went through tonight. Weston seemed to have read my mind – wait, I forgot, he could read my mind – because he quietly shut the door, the little click ringing through the silence. Afterwards, he turned on a nearby lamp so human eyes, specifically mine, could see.
Right when Weston was about to say something to me, his mouth opening and closing a few times, Jade strutted in with her head in a book. Her black hair clipped back messily and her pajamas a bright pink. “Hey, finally, your home,” Her nose twitched, obviously tracing my scent. She looked up and shut her book, running towards me and engulfing me in a big hug.
My breath was knocked off from me as Jade ranted. “Holy crap, D, are you alright?” She asked, moving back from me a little, inspecting my arms and legs. “I heard what happened. You know – pack stuff. Ugh, I should’ve came the moment I heard the news but I didn’t want to cause so much more burden. I’m so so so so – “
“Jade,” I yelled over her rant, gripping both of her wrist in mine. “Relax. I’m fine.”
She blew out a sigh before hugging me again. “I’m just worried about you. Anyways, why are you here? Not that I don’t want you here or anything, because I do. I just thought your mom would’ve wanted you home?” Her thin eyebrows scrunched up, leaving a crease in between them. She looked over to Weston curiously before scratching her face.
I watched silently as they just looked at each other, both of their faces changing expressions every few seconds. It didn’t take me long to realize they were having a conversation by the pack link. I crossed my arms over my chest, not liking the fact that I was out of the loop once again.
“Okay,” Jade sighed, clapping her hand once. I straightened my posture as her blue eyes grew big and she gave me a smile that made me feel suspicious. “You two have fun. I’m just going to go to bed now because man,” She said, stretching her arms and faking a yawn, “am I tired. Good night brother and I hope you enjoy your stay here. I will be in my room if you need me.”
She bound up the stairs after giving me a brief hug. I eyed Weston accusingly which he just returned with a shrug. “Okay, I’m pretty sure you’re tired. So, follow me,” Weston said, breaking the awkward silence.
I followed close behind him, noticing that his shoulders were tense. Opening the first door on the right revealed a room that screamed “Weston” all over it. The walls were a grayish blue and his neatly tucked, king sized bed sat in the middle. The sheets were black, shining slightly from the light that was emitting from the white lampshade near his bed. Obviously, it was black silk and for some reason, that sent butterflies to erupt in my belly. The carpet was white and shaggy giving the room a cozy feeling. Even his couch was white. A black door that sat on the left wall was obviously his bathroom. His huge mahogany desk that sat underneath the window on the right wall was neat. Everything in this room was neat.
I gaped like a fish, but quickly shut my mouth as I realized Weston was watching my reaction. I cleared my throat before saying, “Nice room, Dot.”
“Thanks,” he replied before going to a mahogany dresser and rummaging through it. He pulled out a gray t-shirt and some blue basketball shorts. “So, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. I know you’re feeling icky in that shirt that you were sweating in all night and those shorts are filled with little glass crystals. We both don’t want you feeling, uh, uncomfortable tonight.” He handed the items to me, still not looking me straight in the eyes.
I just sighed as I watched him go back to his dresser, pulling out shorts and a shirt for him. He then sat at his leather chair, still not looking at me. “Thanks,” I sighed again and trudged to the bathroom, feeling irritation from the way he was acting.
I quickly changed my clothes and groaned when the shorts kept slipping off. I decided regretfully that I had to ditch the shorts and just stick with the shirt. Luckily, the shirt reach mid thigh and wasn’t too short for my black lacy ***** to peep through it. Then, I groaned again when I realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. The tank top I was wearing earlier had a built in bra and if I were to wear it again, I’d smell like a dying pig. I mentally slapped my mom for not handing me extra clothes before shipping me off over here. Inhaling Weston’s amazing scent once more, I opened the bathroom door remorsefully. Yes, I was feeling sorry over poor old me. I mean what girl wouldn’t right?
Weston’s back was facing to me as he played with a pencil on his desk. I noticed he already changed into a similar gray shirt and black basketball shorts. Once he heard the door close again, he looked back at me. His smile fading as his eyes trailed down my body, his eyes lingering on my legs a bit longer. His adam’s apple moved up in down as he gulped and his eyes were dilating – becoming darker.
He quickly shut his eyes and he shook his head, trying to clear any thoughts he had at the moment. I felt my face heat up – especially after I saw him in a failed attempt to cover his happy camper with a nearby pillow. Now, I really wanted to pinch my mom for letting me stay here. Shifting uncomfortably, I decided to throw the shorts at him, which he quickly caught. I said, “Sorry, uh, the shorts were too big for me. You know, uh, it kept sliding off.”
He looked everywhere else but me, training his eyes on the bookshelf behind me. “Um, you want to borrow Jade’s clothes instead?”
“N-no,” I stuttered. Now, don’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t a slut or anything. I just didn’t want to be a burden to Jade. You know that feeling of being ashamed to stay at someone’s house for your benefit? Yeah, I was definitely feeling that right now. The thought of borrowing someone’s clothes were a pain to me – even Weston’s shirt was enough to make me feel like I was a bother.
“No, you’re not a bother. Actually, you’re welcomed anytime,” Weston said, moving to the bed to grab some pillows. He still was acting silly, not looking at me in the eye at all this whole trip here. “So, you can sleep on the bed. I’ll take the couch.”
“Weston,” I said, grabbing his arm when he was about to pass me. The familiar heat came back to me; pulsing at the places we made contact. He finally looked down at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I smiled slightly. He smiled back and I almost forgot what I was about to say. “Seriously, if you’re uncomfortable with my being here, I could go home or stay with Jade as much as I don’t want to bother her.”
I began to move towards the door when I felt Weston freeze under my hand. His eyes were distant and his face was emotionless once again. Nearing the door, he half yelled, “No!” Then, his strong arms gripped my waist, turning me around and hugging me. He buried his face in my wavy hair – which was so not in a good shape right now. I squeaked when I felt his warmth seep through the thin cotton of our shirts. His chest touching my chest made the blood rush up my neck and cheeks because the thought of not wearing a bra hit me again. “Please, don’t leave. I can’t bear the thought of you being out of my sight.”
I felt my arms wrap around him, my hands running up and down his back in comfort. “Then why are you being like this?” I whispered against his chest.
“Because, I’m afraid I might hurt you – which I might lose control especially seeing you in my shirt. Gosh, Ells, you’re so beautiful and you smell so freaking good,” he complimented, inhaling my scent that made me go weak in the knees. “That’s why I’m scared. I don’t trust myself.”
“Hey, hey,” I said, sternly, pushing him away slightly. His arms were still around my waist, where I wanted them to be at. My hands were holding his face, fingers brushing his cheeks which held a slight pink tinge. Gosh, the look he was giving me was sending my heart in overdrive. “I trust you, Weston,” I whispered, going up on my tiptoes and giving him a lingering peck.
I looked into his blue eyes – that were now fluttering closed. It was filled with so much passion and adoration that it made the butterflies in my stomach much worst. My eyes fluttered closed as well as I felt his warm lips meet mine again.
That was all it took for my toes to curl and my lips to stretch into smile against his. He too, smiled and grabbed my hand that rested on his shoulder, intertwining our fingers. His other hand wrapped around my waist, bringing us closer. I felt his heartbeat quicken with mine and at this precise moment, I wanted nothing more than to be with this guy.
I felt his tongue sweep across my lips and as granted, I gave him entrance. We both moaned at the same time as our danced together. I giggled into his mouth while he chuckled into mine. This kiss was so sweet and passionate. It wasn’t rushed, pushed, or rough. It was perfect in every way. It made me think he wanted this moment to last too as he sucked my lips and kissed me silly.
However, I was just a regular human being that eventually ran out of breath. Because Weston noticed it, he pulled away, kissing the crescent shape mark he gave me that night he bit me. That was all it took for me to gasp and let out a breathy moan. He eventually continued to suck at that sweet part, making it darker for everyone to see.
“You are mine,” he murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. “Danny, you are mine and only mine, you understand?”
Once he came back up and rested his forehead against mine, I smiled at him. The warm smile he gave me was enough to make my eyes sparkle in happiness. His eyes were dilating again as they were turning darker to a light gold and into his normal blue ones. I nodded against him and said, “Always, dot.”
He laughed and pulled away reluctantly, still holding my hand. “Well, you better get some sleep, Ells. I promised your mom I’d take care of you.”
He led me to his bed, pulling the covers for me as I laughed. I lay down on his soft bed and sighing as I felt the silk caress my skin. Only now, I realized that I was tired as I felt my eyes droop.
“By the way, what were you really talking to my mom about?” I asked, my voice raspy from exhaustion.
His eyebrow shot up before answering sternly, “Just staying here, like she said.” The way he said it made me know not to ask any more questions. So I just nodded and yawned.
Weston gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before saying, “Good night, Ells.”
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” I asked irritably when I saw him heading to the couch.
“To sleep,” he said dumbfounded.
I rolled my eyes and patted the spot next to me. “Nope, you’re sleep next to me.”
“But –“ He began, his eyes displaying indecision.
“No buts. Just come over here,” I said, crossing my arms and giving him the best puppy dog face I could muster. “Pwease?”
He rolled his eyes before sighing and pulling the covers, getting in next to me. I watched as he scooted a bit closer and wrapped his arms around me. “Fine, just for you,” he said as I closed my eyes.
“Whatever, you know you wanted to,” I said, popping one eye open.
“Oh, shut up and go to sleep, Ells.”
I eyed his shirt and gave him a pointed look. “Just get comfortable like always. Keep calm and take your shirt off. We all know most guys sleep without a shirt. It’s like nature for them,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“You just want to see me shirtless,” he smirked, waggling his eyebrows.
“Maybe,” I shrugged. “Just take off the damn shirt!”
He sat up, pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it on his couch. He gave me that are-you-happy-now look. I smirked and gave him a once over, lingering my eyes on his six packs. I nodded appreciatively before he snorted and said, “Perv.”
He lay back down again and I smacked his shoulder. “Whatever.”
I tried to ignore the heat emitting from his body, especially being so close to him like this. I kept my arms to myself as he wrapped one around my waist. Trust me; I was afraid what I might do if I touched that delicious chest and his six pack. I was scared, like him, that I might lose control. “Maybe we should be even. Take off your shirt, now!” Weston mocked, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and ignored the red tinting my cheeks. Obviously, he had known I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Then, he said nothing but looked at me with concern. His eyes stared into my green ones. His face read it all – fear, concern, doubt, etc. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes before I trailed a finger down his jaw line in comfort. “What are you thinking about?” I whispered.
“Nothing,” he lied.
“We both know that’s a lie. What’s really up?”
“Well,” he sighed and hugged me closer. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I have a bad feeling about Kelly.”
“My brother’s wife?” I asked, my eyebrows rising up.
“Yeah, I just think it was odd she has been gone to the bathroom for almost an hour and we had that incident in your room. And since she arrived, you’ve been threatened. It’s just too big of a coincidence.”
“Weston,” I sighed, rubbing his cheek with my thumb. “Kelly would never do that. We can’t just assume things, okay? I know you’re worried about me. Let’s just drop it for now, okay? I’m really sleepy.”
He nodded in understanding and kissed my nose and forehead again. That was all it took for me to close my eyes and drift into a deep sleep.
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My eyes fluttered open and all I could see was the light streaming from the slit of the curtains. To tell you the truth, I’d thought I’d see Weston since he was sleeping in front of me when I drifted to sleep last night. However, he wasn’t in sight.
But the sound of his snoring and the heat that was being blown onto my neck confirmed that he was now behind me. I felt his arm around my waist and I would’ve felt comfortable in this position. But, of course I didn’t.
I felt his, you know, pressing against my back and my face flushed at how huge it felt. His leg that was between mine crept higher and higher and the hand that belonged to the arm slung across my waist was rubbing my stomach all too passionately. His hand then moved from my stomach, down my legs and it rubbed against my inner thigh, moving dangerously close to my private area. I squeaked, but he didn’t hear me. As he was moving back up, I heard him mutter something but I couldn’t place a finger on what he said. His hand moved dangerously up my arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps there. I felt his warm hand go back down to my belly before going back up and cupping one of my breasts, ignoring what he was muttering. Even if it felt really good, I squeaked in embarrassment, my face going a deep shade of red.
This caused Weston to shoot his eyes open and look at me in alert, eyeing the room for any danger. He noticed my red face before he followed his hand down to where he was currently groping. This caused him to jolt back enough for him to fall off the bed and landing on the floor with a loud thump.
I laughed at him even if this situation was kind of awkward and looked at his figure on the floor, his hand rubbing the back of his head. “I’m so sorry, Ells. I really didn’t know what I was doing,” Weston said, smiling apologetically.
“Oh, shut up, big boy. You apologize too much for accidents,” I said irritably before pouting. “Don’t I get a good morning kiss?”
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