Rosalie awoke with a strange feeling. Safe, warm, secure, and satiated.
She smiled lazily; her mind was so cloudy that it taunted her with hazy memories from the previous night. As she stretched her limbs and let out a contented sigh, Rosalie's thoughts drifted to the vivid images that still lingered in her mind. She couldn't quite grasp the details, but the feeling of excitement remained. A pillowcase made of silk and sheets made of silk encircled her, gently brushing against her bare skin. She had never slept in silk before. It was refreshing while simultaneously keeping her warm. The texture was velvety, teasing her senses and skin.
She thought to herself with a smile as she snuggled deeper into the silk sheets, "Hmm, it looks like mum got some new linen. That was one wacky dream."
She opened her eyes a little. It took a while for her to take in the different surroundings. A different room, a nice room with soft colours and nice decor, masculine but not cold. She sat up straight and looked around wildly. It wasn't her bedroom. The truth dawned on her as the silk duvet slipped off her naked body.
'No, no, no! This can't be real,' she slowly turned towards her right, and her eyes widened. His magnificent body was curled up peacefully. That wasn't a dream. It was real. She spent the night with Alex Greyson in his guest bedroom, in his arms. She tried to recall the events, but she had no idea how she ended up there. They were dancing, he was flirting, and she was trying to make Chris jealous. Then they walked through the woods, and suddenly she threw her hand over her mouth in shock. She couldn't believe what she had done.
'Oh no! What have I done? She smacked her head and said, "I should leave before he gets up.'
She looked around the room for her clothes. The floor was clean; not even a shred of clothes could be seen anywhere. Her neck hurt when she tried turning left. She shuddered as her left hand went up gingerly to her neck and felt a crescent-shaped scar—a bite mark—declaring that she was mated.
'Oh no!' She covered her face with both hands. 'I am screwed'.
She had mated with Alex Greyson, the Alpha. A one-night stand was one thing. It could be ignored as an unfortunate mistake, but this was serious. They had mated without the council's, parents, or, for that matter, anyone's consent. Heck, they were not even betrothed! It was blasphemy! She was tied to Alex now. How did her wolf let that happen? He wasn't their mate! She got up from the bed and looked around for a robe or a shirt—anything to cover her nakedness.
"You stupid hussy, why didn't you stop me?" She scolded her wolf.
Her wolf responded in a cool and collected manner, "He is now our mate. I didn't do anything wrong. I have submitted it to him; you should do it as well." Her wolf mumbled before returning to her slumber. She was satisfied and happy. Their animal part didn't care about the social protocols.
Fear pushed its way up her spine and into her chest, where it began to pound violently. Right at that moment, Alex turned and put his large hand on the now empty side of his bed. His grey eyes opened lazily, and a hint of desire flashed in his eyes as he saw her bare back.
"Morning, sweetheart," he said sleepily. Rosalie shrieked and turned towards him. Realising that she was stark naked, she immediately flushed deeply and pulled a sheet to cover herself.
He broke into a grin and then got out of bed. He was naked and didn't bother to cover himself as he walked towards her.
Unashamed, he moved closer to her. Her eyes flew to his hard-on before she quickly averted her gaze to divert her attention to something other than the stunning man who was standing in front of her. She gulped and took a step back, trying to put some distance between them. It was futile, though, as he was already near her. Pushing her against the wall.
He softly murmured, "Don't hide from me, love; you are beautiful." He whispered affectionately.
"Alex," she stuttered, and she took another step back, finding herself trapped by the wall.
"Please, we should not. We can't." She stammered. "I... we... this was a mistake, Alex."
He disregarded her justification and proceeded to close the distance between them with a single step. He began to give her a series of butterfly kisses on her cheeks while maintaining his grip on her waist with one hand and her jaw with the other. His lips moved slowly down her neck, pausing for several seconds on the wound left by his bite. He gave it a soft lick, sending jolts of electricity down her spine with each one. She had been told that mate markings were very sensitive. She realised that the sensation was unlike anything else she had ever felt before. He lowered his mouth to her collarbone and kissed it. She let out a quiet sigh as he caressed her breasts and nipped at her nipples, which made her instantly aroused.
He leant in close to her ear and murmured, "I need you right now." At that precise instant, her wolf gained over, and she completely lost it. She wrapped her hands around his neck and began to kiss him on the lips. He picked her up and took her back to bed. She clamped her eyes shut and let out a loud groan while he opened her legs as wide as they could go and sank his finger into her core. He knelt and kissed her full lips. He pumped his fingers in and out, spearing as quickly as he could while adding another finger. Her senses were overtaken by feelings of lust as the mate-mate bond worked its magic. She grabbed his neck and pulled him up, bringing his mouth to hers. He furiously pressed his lips together with hers, and their tongues swirled together as they became one. Because she was overcome with lust, she flung him on his back. He laughed while he let her straddle him.
She slid her hands over his chest and gently stroked his muscular abdomen. Her long hair draped around her like a dense veil and gently brushed against his skin as it fell around her.
He murmured, "You are beautiful." He lifted her hips and aligned them with his erect shaft. "So lovely," he said. As she slipped down on him, she let out a groan. She moved her hips in time to the rhythm as he urged her to ride him.
Her breasts swayed and jiggled, taunting him and tempting him to pull and tug at her stimulated nipples. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as they moved together in perfect harmony. With each thrust, their connection deepened, sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies.
He took control and flipped her over onto her back. He fondled and massaged her breasts. Bringing both of her legs up to his shoulders in a whipping motion. He slammed deeper into her. She sighed and groaned, and his desire for her increased as a result of her yelps of ecstasy. He pushed in harder, his hands gripping her hips. Because of the force with which he held her, she expected some bruises, but she didn't mind. It was well worth it. Orgasmic pleasure caused her eyes to roll back in her head. While her hands were resting lazily on his back. His fingertips followed an illusory line from her mouth down to her cleavage, then to her belly button, and finally to her clitoral area. He played with it by pulling it softly and tugging it, which made her moan more loudly.
As he continued to torment her, her legs began to flail. She opened her legs wider, and his hands grabbed his shoulders. Her body arched in ecstasy as he expertly brought her to the brink of climax. He was thrusting deeply and rhythmically, matching the pace of her increasing moans. With one final thrust, she reached her peak, her body trembling in euphoria as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.
It hit her more forcefully than it had in the past. She let out a yell even though she was extremely satisfied as well as worn out. While he was pouring himself into her, he let out a yell of pure delight. He lowered his head and gave her another kiss. He leant his head against her breasts , feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath.
"Rest, my love," he whispered, kissing her neck.
She was in deep trouble; she knew that. But it was hard to resist him, and once her wolf took over, it was impossible to defy his command. She wanted to submit to her alpha. As they lay in bed, the rest of the pack had started to awaken.