"Alex, please slow down."
Rosalie was struggling to keep up with Alex's fast pace, feeling a bit out of breath. She hoped they could reach their room soon so she could catch her breath.
They had a hearty lunch, talked to several members of the pack, and now Alex was taking her to his living quarters.
"Are you tired ? I can carry you."
"No, I am fine." She smiled
"Hmmm," he said, giving her a thoughtful look, then picking her up in her arms regardless.
Rosalie cringed in embarrassment as he walked up the grand staircase and through the long corridor, carrying her. The lower ranks and his in-commands bowed their heads to them, sniffing at their scent. Not used to being bowed to, Rosalie shuddered and hid her face, blushing deep red, wishing that he could hurry into his quarter. He chuckled, feeling amused by her antics. The whole pack seemed to acknowledge their mating, since quite several of them took a whiff of their united scents. They finally reached his suit, and Rosalie breathed out, feeling relaxed as he placed her on her feet right at the entrance.
"This is my quarters," he smiled and led her inside. Rosalie looked around at her new home. He closed the door and enveloped his hands around her waist, murmuring into her ear, "What do you think, love?"
His home was luxurious, fit for an Alpha. It had a big foyer, and a row of mahogany doors with ornate frames stood on their left. The right-side wall had a grand window, almost covering the entire wall. She could practically see the entire estate from this point. The foyer itself was grand and majestic; a medium-sized fountain stood right in the centre of the hall, with an array of pretty sculptures placed around the circular fountain. He pulled Rosalie towards the front door on the left. He pushed it open, revealing a sleek contemporary living room. One side of the room was entirely composed of a glass wall. The other side had a huge balcony. Alex walked over and pushed it open, letting the fresh air in. He escorted her to the next room.
The next room was smaller, but she could see the reason. It was a study. She could see a stack of files smartly organised on his desk.
"It's not my primary office," he explained. "I usually work with my betas in the main house," he said, pointing to a sleek piano on the wall. "This is my den, my little space to relax."
"You play the piano?" She asked, pointing at the instrument.
He nodded. "Sometimes.".
He pulled her to the last room. "This is the best one," he grinned as he scooped her up into his arms once again. He kicked open the door and closed it behind them with his leg. He laid her down on a majestic-looking, king-sized bed. She sat up straight and looked around his bedroom. It was bigger than the kitchen and the study combined. The bedroom was designed with dark and light colours, giving it a very contemporary look.
"This is our bedroom," he said, pointing to a door to the left. "That's the bathroom, which has a lovely Jacuzzi; you are going to love that," and then he pointed to another door next to it. "And that is a little room for our clothes," he said jokingly.
"It's lovely," she said to him as she got up from the bed. "I need a bath," she said, pulling up her sweaty hair into a messy ponytail. "I'm so sticky and hot."
His eyes glinted. " I'll join you in the Jacuzzi then," he said with a mischievous grin, getting up from the bed as well.
"What ! No !" She said it aghastly, but he just laughed and grabbed her hand, leading her towards the bathroom.
Alex was right about her loving the bathroom; it was exactly how Rosalie would have pictured it if she had designed her personal bathroom: a big, luxurious bathtub with several golden pipes. The bathroom was bigger than Alex's office. There was a shower with a white, transparent glass wall near the bathroom cabinets. The huge, gilded mirror that hung above the sink was spectacular. The countertop had a sink with a row of deliciously scented bottles. A carpeted rug lay invitingly in the centre of the bathroom floor.
"Shower or a bathtub. Which one do you prefer?" He teased her with a sly smile.
"Ummm, shower for today; maybe we can explore the tub later." Rosalie smiled.
His eyes glinted. " Stop teasing me, love," he said breathlessly.
"Fourth time ?" She raised an eyebrow.
Alex chuckled, pulling her closer. "Who's counting?" he replied playfully before leading her towards the shower.
He undressed them in record time. Rosalie was sure she had heard a tear while he was pulling off her jeans and that it would probably be useless. The sound of the running water drowned out any further thoughts as they stepped into the warm shower together. The warm water cascading down felt like a gentle embrace, washing away the stress of the day.
His kiss trailed all over her body. She giggled happily as she leant against the side of the shower wall; the tile was chillingly cold beneath her back. Her body warmed up as the water hit her skin.
Slowly, he moved his hand up and down her slick side, his fingers grazing from her breast, down to the thinness of her waist, and over her hip.
His tongue ran over her lips, parting them and pushing its way inside her mouth. Their tongues swirled around each other, exploring the familiar terrain of her mouth. The steam from the shower enveloped them in a cocoon of intimacy. He reached down for the shampoo and started massaging it into her hair, working up a fine lather.
As she stepped under the spray to rinse her hair, she suddenly felt his hands on her shoulders.
"Mumm," she mumbled, leaning back against his muscular chest while his hands rubbed along her shoulders and down her arms. She could feel his hardness against her buttocks and wiggled against it playfully as his hands roamed up her sides, finally encircling her and moving up to her breasts. He playfully tickled the edges and the undersides, but eventually, his fingers found their way to her nipples, which had gotten hard at his first touch.
He squeezed her nipples as his lips found her neck; he nibbled his way up to her earlobe, biting it hard, and she jumped. She turned around then, and their lips met. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, his arms encircling her, and she reached down to touch his maleness. She took it in her hand, caressing it gently, rubbing the shaft, and moving a finger down to caress his shaft. He arched his back, pushing himself against her belly as his erection grew. They washed off each other, caressing every inch of their skin.
Finally, he lifted her, pushing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him as he easily slid inside her. They lay motionless for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being inside her.
Eventually, he thrust himself rhythmically into her, moving his hips against hers, and she rose to meet him at each deep thrust. She put her arms around his back, caressing his powerful muscles and his buttocks, pulling him even deeper inside of her. His mouth found hers, not gently, and they savagely kissed, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth in time with his strokes. He groaned, and she could feel him starting to spasm inside of her. The sensation brought her to her orgasm, and they came together, shuddering.
"Damm , that was incredible," she whispered breathlessly, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure.
He smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face before kissing her forehead tenderly.
"But I don't have any energy left to do the fifth." She added.
He chuckled, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. "We'll save that for next time," he murmured.
He carried her out of the shower and wrapped her in a soft towel. Then he took out the dryer and dried her hair. After drying their bodies, he carried her back into the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, pulling the covers over them both. "Rest now, my love," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before settling in besides her. She closed her eyes, feeling completely content in his arms.