Her Revenge; Mated To The Faceless Alpha

How good you feel

Denera

Even in my dizzy state, I finally managed to pay attention to his face. Although he had a mask on, it covered only half of his facial structure, leaving his lips and the left side of his jawline exposed.

It reminded me of the musical, Phantom of the Opera. Maybe it was just the drink talking but I was heavily attracted to him like that for some reason.

“You look kissable,” I smiled cheerfully, placing my palm on his chest as I stared into his dark eyes. For a moment I saw his gaze soften but it was only for a while and then I saw it turn to something like a glare once again.

“Your dress is beginning to reveal a lot,” he pointed out, pushing me back a bit.

Was I getting to him?

He was sounding like one of those male leads from the dark romance novels I read. The few times I was privileged to read books or see videos on the internet were the most memorable times of my life.

The thought of him wanting me only did more to turn me on at that point. So I slid the sleeves of my gown down my arms. “Would you like to offer me a shirt? I didn’t bring much with me.”

I batted my eyes but the smile never left my face.

One thing I knew about alcohol was that it’ll make you delusional and I guess that was why I was feeling like the female lead in one of those books.

I heard him growl before walking away from me. Alpha Rockan moved to his wardrobe and searched through it for a while before pulling out a grey sweatshirt and throwing it at my face.

“Thank you,” I whispered, staring down at how big the shirt was.

Looking back up, my smile turned into a smirk. “You want to watch me get naked and dress back up?” I teased and I watched him shake his head in frustration.

“Hurry up,” he said before turning his back to me.

That was my cue to drop the huge ball gown down my body and slide the shirt over my head. After putting it on, it was almost below my knees.

“You can turn around now,” I announced and he obeyed.

“How do I look?”

He was quiet, just staring at me like he had seen me naked. I had to look back at what I was wearing to be sure I didn’t make any mistakes.

Then it dawned on me. He found me attractive too.

The thought of that alone was the cherry on top.

“You look like you’re about to devour me—”

“You have no idea,” he cut in.

Slowly, I drew closer to him once again, allowing the minty scent from his body to fill my nose. “Maybe you should,” I suggested.

“No, little mate. I’ll hurt you,” he declined but his body’s reaction said otherwise.

“Are you sure?” I teased further, this time I was only a few inches away from rubbing the skin with him. His breath fanned my face as I stared up at him. “We’ll never know unless we try.”

Standing on my toes, I moved closer to his face, hoping he would get the gist and touch me. But he didn’t, he stayed put in his position and it made me crave more.

Was this what having a mate felt like? This arousal was crazily uncontrollable because everything he did seemed to turn me on.

“You’re drunk and I won’t take advantage of that. Tell me again when you’re—” Before he could finish, I lost whatever sense of control I had left and closed the gap that remained between us.

I kissed the Alpha.

There was a sudden burst of silence and for a second, he kissed back. His lips felt so soft and tasted like I could have them in my mouth forever.

Then he pulled away. His eyes locked in mine, dark with lust and struggle to abstain. I wanted to apologize and back away since he really would not want me the way I wanted him but he caught me by surprise when he pushed me against the wall and pressed himself against me, hard.

His lips found mine and we kissed so deeply. His body weight against me felt so amazing. When he proceeded to lift my arms above my head it was almost as if he wanted me to surrender to him. And so, I did.

He bent down in front of me and began to nuzzle at my stomach. It tickled a little bit but it was somehow sexy.

“It’s crazy what you do to me little mate,” he breathed out.

He stood back up again and we pressed our bodies together, passionately embracing and kissing. We just couldn’t get enough of each other.

He swung me around so my back was to him and his hands ran down the front of my shirt—his shirt, into my underwear. He found my wetness. I was so excited at this point, and it showed.

“Look how wet you are for me,” he growled. I could see the smirk linger on his lips and my toes curled in delight.

I had never felt this excited before.

As he gently played in my panties all while still nuzzling at my neck and driving me completely crazy, I let one of my hands assist. I put my right hand over his and gently moved it up and down so my pleasure became more of a combined effort.

I knew he particularly liked that because I could feel his d**k hardening from behind. It prodded at my left bum cheek. It felt good.

“Oh,” I blurted out as he continued to play with my p***y. I let the hand that was previously helping him pleasure me find its way to his shorts. I began to massage him from the outside of his briefs.

We were rubbing each other. Still kissing, still nuzzling, still driving each other wild. Then he flipped me into a position that left me bending forward.

I liked the submissive pose. I enjoyed the anticipation.

My back was arched ever so slightly and he pushed against me. I could feel he was solid. He thrust his stiffness against my arse. I responded by gyrating and pushing back.

I particularly loved it when my tummy got some attention. So, when he backed me up against the wall, yanked my top up, and exposed my whole stomach before leaning in to kiss it gently, I melted.

It was the buzz of butterflies that drove me crazy. That feeling soon intensified the moment his mouth eventually made its way down to the opening of the shirt I had on.

My eyes shut tightly as I was unable to watch what was about to happen, the fear of losing my mind. Using his teeth, he dragged my panties down, and I assisted by letting them fall down my legs. And without hesitation, his warm lips met my clit.

"f**k yes," I cried out, but instantly closing my mouth shut with my palm.

"Don't do that," he ordered, pulling my hand away from my face. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."

I was beginning to lose my mind.