An Alpha for a Night

The Man in my Bed

It all seemed like a blur against my skin. The music, the rare times he left me to get us drinks. The way his body felt against nine.

It didn't feel like I didn't know how to dance. It didn't feel like we were complete strangers. Somehow he took my hand, and made my body fit right in his, like we knew each other from a past so beautifully distant, yet stayed so connected that he knew the best way to complete me. The best ways to make me want to die for him.

"Do you want to go up?" His voice was raspy, and even though I knew he had lost the mask from the various marks he had left on my skin, I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes. I couldn't bring myself to find out what he is.

Because while we are strangers, we can do whatever. No commitments, no one to judge. And we know...we know once we reach that peak together, it will be the very end.

Just for tonight.

"Yes. Please."

I swallowed, as he suddenly pulled me away from the dance floor, his hands protectively around my waist, carefully massaging me like he was tending to a fire he didn't want to extinguish. Embers he would set completely ablaze later.

I could hardly make out the path we followed as everything seemed to blur in front of my eyes. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was how hard his lips were crashing down on mine, his fingers removing the straps like they were enemies he needed to lose.

Maybe it was my need to be tamed tonight. Maybe it was the aching need, the unholy craving.

My heart was all over the place, just like his hands, and I didn't know the name to gasp, the name to moan, but hell. It hardly stopped me from moaning.

The door opened, and I felt my back pinned to the wall. The dress was barely held up by the straps and he slowed, like he was giving me a chance to catch my breath.

I moved to him, my hands tracing his face. It was dark, and something felt like I had seen him before. Like I knew him.

The mood was right. The heat just right, the desire at an all time high.

I let my hands roam his face however, and he let me. I felt something way deeper than this night could ever run, and maybe...maybe that is why he touched me in all the places he knew needed to be touched. Filled up all of the gaps that needed filling.

I swallowed hard, leaning to him. I let my lips caress the side of his face, his scent sending me to an even more delirious aching need of him, my hands roaming his now unbuttoned shirt.

"It is just you and I..."

It was obvious. No one would disturb us, I knew. But I needed to make it clear. In here, there was no right. No wrong. No inhibitions. In here, there was no judgement, and there was no black or white.

Just a blur of grey with an underlining of bright red desire.

"So?" He whispered, then turned to me. Even in the dark, I could see his eyes boring into me, his lips still lightly teasing my face.

"You never did name your price."

He chuckled. "You want to discuss that right now?"

I swallowed, my chest heaving hard. "No. No, that is not what I want right now."

He leaned closer, his hands holding my waist as he pulled me close, my back leaving the wall.

I felt his fingers trace my bare back, causing me to arch further into him, my lips parting, my eyes closing tight.

"Tell me what you want, Jordan."

He had called me by my name, but honestly, my brain was too clouded for me to remember it. I was too in my feelings to know that he wasn't suposed to know what my name was.

"Say it. I will make it happen."

I closed my eyes. I yearned to feel. It felt way too empty inside. It felt like hell in all of the pieces of me that I had thrown back at me so indignantly. It felt like raw pain.

"f**k like you love me."

He paused, his eyes squinting only a little noticeably. "What?"

I bit down on my lip. "Tonight...make tonight feel like you love me."

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, before he moved towards me, closing the distance. His lips sought mine, and I could instantly feel it. This was a slow, needy kiss. The sort you give someone so beloved yet so far. The kiss you give to someone you want to keep close.

My lips parted all the way till I could feel all of him, exploring, feeling all of the vortices that came with the taste of love.

I held on to his shoulders, my nails digging in for dear life, my body feeling weak. His lips fell into a synchrony with mine, a dance that was as perfect. As beautiful. As ultimate.

He never pulled away from that kiss, even as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, on to his lap. Even as he pinned me back on the bed.

Even as he made all of my wishes come true in that one night. He never pulled away from that kiss for too long.

I gave a small moan as the streaks of sunlight streamed into the room, causing me to open my eyes. It was far too bright, and I sighed, sitting up.

I held the sheets tight, then walked to cover it up. Slowly, I started to walk back, when it came crashing down on me. A stranger had been in this bed last night. f**k, he still was.

I walked back, my eyes squinting at him. He was asleep, his upper body gloriously left for me to feast on, his breaths even.

His body was even more beautiful under the light, and I leaned further. I knew it was supposed to be just for a single night, but I couldn't help my fascination.

My fingers traced down his stomach. The toned skin under my hand feeling like some mysterious treasure.

I gave a small smile, then let my eyes lift to his face. He was wearing his mask back. He really didn't want anyone seeing his face.

I squinted my eyes. The receptionist had said we could pay extra for anything, right?

Curiosity gripped me, and I rested on my elbows, then leaned to his face, my eyes narrow.

He was really asleep, and slowly, I moved my fingers to the edge of the mask, then slowly started to pull it down.

His nose, a beautiful Roman straight nose came into view. I held my breath as the dip between his nose and upper lip came into view, then his lips.

They were a dark pink cupid bow pair, and it was accentuated by a heavily defined jawline.

I blinked hard, then moved away from him, my eyes wide. He looked like...

I moved further again, this time trying to rip the mask completely off so I could piece his face together. So I could convince myself I wasn't seeing things.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he caught my hand before it reached him, his blue eyes darkening with anger. I had trespassed, but...

The man in my bed...the man in my bed was Alpha Vincent Vaughn.