Alpha's Spoiled Princess - Burgov Series VI

6. Sean

That woman. How I misjudged her all those years ago. She's nothing what I thought she was. The meek, smiling girl I thought she really was, was nothing like true Cilia, with the brain of a wicked devil, the body of a smoking Goddess and to my balls aching misfortune, the willpower of a monk.

She had me running in circles, believing I was at hand's reach to the home base, to whistle the end of the game a second later. But even that didn't matter or put me off that much. Conquering her is rather fun.

The first night, I was in shock when she left. Fine, I was pissed, but when the blood flew back to my brain, I understood her reasons. This was way too much, way too soon. From six years with no contact, through the argument, as soon Nicky drove off to almost sinking into her on my couch.

No, she was right. That's how one-night stands could roll out, but not something that was meant to be more. And I started seeing there could be a lot more for us.

At first, I thought that making her happy was for the sake of the entire clan. The goddess only knows what kind of biff could arise between Vanya and Dmitry had they learned that I hurt her, or Goddess forbid, rejected. That wasn't an option, so she had to agree to stay. Besides, she's pleasant to the eye, so it wouldn't be such a heartache.

But with each time I unraveled her a bit more, she started surprising and exciting me. There's so much that she doesn't show the world that it leaves me laughing at my own stupidity.

Yes, she still shows hints of a lack of understanding of the most trivial things in life, like why haven't I made all the changes I want at once? For her, budget limitations simply don't exist, even though she showed an astonishing knack for business and economics. While at the same time, money seems to not matter to her at all. She looked equally happy with the sumptuous dinner prepared by Lupita, and when yesterday we ate in a small burger joint. I guess that's a paradigm of someone who grew up with money, they were never a bother.

But as great as getting to know this new creature is, my time is running out. It's already Sunday, and with Nicky coming to pick her up tomorrow, I need to know where her mind is at. And I don't even allow myself to think that she could leave and spread the word that we were estranged mates.

So that's my mission for today. Get her to stay, come up with what we should tell Nicky tomorrow and, if I'm lucky, mate with her.

That's why I couldn't waste a perfectly fine morning, and I went to fetch her earlier than yesterday. It took her twice as long to open her door, and when she did my breath caught in my throat. She didn't have a speck of makeup and her dark hair was a mane of unruly waves that made her look more wild, untamed, more like Cilia I was getting to know. And she looked simply perfect.

"Sorry, I didn't know we were meeting that early." - she said, awkwardly putting one undisciplined strand behind her ear.

"I wanted to surprise you, and I'm glad I did." - I said, taking one strand between my fingers. - "I like it. It suits you."

"Yeah, because it makes me look like a mad woman." - she snorted.

"No, because you never looked more gorgeous. Leave it like that." - she scrunched her nose, ready to object, probably with some sassy comment in the process. - "For me, please?"

Her icy-blue eyes met mine and a hint of a blush covered her cheeks.

"Fine, but that limits us to the Pack House only, because I'm not going outside looking like this." - she agreed with a huff.

I smirked, because she had no idea that if I had it my way, she wouldn't even leave this very room.

"You're insane."

"With hair like that, I certainly look the part." - she said with her lips curling up in a mischievous smile. - "What are we doing anyway?"

"Now that you limited my options, although I would probably never understand why, how about a lazy Sunday? Just us, some junk food and a movie of your choosing."

She smiled so bright and broad that it was almost blinding. She rarely allows herself to be this unschooled and natural. Sometimes when I watch her, it feels like not even a single muscle on her face moves with her instructions. Which only proves that she was right when she claimed I hadn't had the slightest idea what it's like to be her.

"Of my choosing?" - she fished for confirmation.

"Yes, whatever you want."

"Even if I choose Amelie with the original lecturer?" - she narrowed her eyes on me.

"Will you at least allow me to have subtitles?" - I asked.

"Of course," - she nodded - "I'm not a monster."

"Then, it's perfectly fine. Come on." - I said, outstretching my hand to her.

She practically bounced as we went to the home theater, looking giddy and not even trying to hide it. There was no sign of the cold and collected woman I saw in my sitting room two days ago. She looked simply happy.

That's right, she could be happy here, with me. And I like this version of her. She isn't exactly as easy to live with as I hoped my mate and Luna would be, but she does keep me on my toes and I find it quite enjoyable.

She wasn't as malicious as she initially said she would be, and she chose at least an English-speaking movie, although an adaptation of one of Jane Austin's books wouldn't be my number one pick. But it was still fun, especially watching her when she smiled, without keeping her appearance, just a broad grin of a careless woman content in this very moment.

I watched her more than the screen in front of us, stopping myself from reaching for her whenever one of her waves fell out of place. I smiled when she giggled at something that happened in the movie, or sighed with dreamy eyes when the main character realized she was in love with the male lead. Yes, she was definitely more interesting than the film.

"You're missing the best part." - Cilia said, not even glancing my way, so she was probably aware I'd been ogling her like a creep.

"Nah. I'm looking at exactly what I want."

She turned to me and her eyes held so much emotion. Bafflement, fear, happiness and affection. It made her look younger and less intimidating, but still too unsure for my liking. And after all, I had to convince her to stay.

I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips, keeping eye contact with her.

"I would like each Sunday to look like this one." - I said in a low voice.

"Really?" - she barely whispered with her eyes as big as saucers.

"Really." - I confirmed, licking her salty from all the popcorn fingers. - "Say you'll stay."

"Sean, I don't…" - she started shaking her head, clearly going for an easy way out, for an extra time. Which, with Nicky coming tomorrow, we didn't have.

"I can make you happy here." - I cut her off - "I know you're used to a more lavish lifestyle, but I'll make sure you never lack anything."

"Sean, I don't care about money." - she said - "To be honest, the happiest I've ever been was in Markie's tribe, where no one gave a crap about my last name."

"So what's stopping you from taking the leap?" - I asked, brushing her cheek with my thumb. She closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch on her skin. That's right, she only needs a bit more push.

"I…" - she started just to close her mouth with a pained expression.

"Tell me."

"I want us both to be equally invested." - was what she said, but what she really meant was that she wouldn't agree to anything when she was unsure of my feelings. She wants romance, but I'm not a very romantic type. Pragmatism is my safe place.

But maybe I could work with that.

"Come here." - I said, lifting her off her seat and placing her on my lap. - "If you're worried I'm not invested, you're wrong." - I said, trailing my hand over her neck to her collarbone, where I placed a soft peck. - "You drive me crazy, with your beauty, your wit, everything." - I kissed three additional spots while listing. - "You're all I can think about." - I kissed her under her jaw, and her head lulled back with a soft moan. - "And I want to be a gentleman and do things your way." - I said, grazing my teeth over ner soft neck. - "But I'm gonna be honest with you, darling." - I said, making her look into my eyes. - "I'm not letting you go. Ever."

She bit her lip trying to stop the grin forming on her face.

"Oh? And what if I need more time?" - she asked teasingly.

"Then I will give you all the time you need while you're tied to my bed. But you're not leaving, you are mine." - I said with finality and I claimed her lips.

I poured into the kiss all the possessive need of having her, making my claim loud and clear. And it didn't scare her away. On the contrary, she pressed herself harder on me, responding with just as much passion and want. Her fingers laced through my hair, tugging as if she was afraid to fall if she didn't hold onto me. My hands traveled under her blouse, discovering every inch of her smooth skin.

"I'm not great with words, but let me show you how much I want you… No, how much I need you." - I whispered into her ear, teasing her earlobe with my teeth.

"Sean." - she arched her back, pressing her t**s more into me. - "Show me." - she added breathlessly, and that green light was all I needed.

I laid down on the couch, covering her body with mine, pressing my manhood into her core, letting her know how hard I wanted her. My lips devoured every inch of her going lower and lower, paying extra attention to her breasts, and while, at that, I reached under her skirt and slipped her panties, teasing her dripping slit with my hand.

She was hot, slick and almost throbbing for me, making my already hard c**k dream of nothing else than to be sheathed deep inside her.

But I had to do it right. I had to have her on the same page.

So I pushed her skirt up, and put her legs on my shoulders, taking the first taste of her. s**t, that must be the prettiest, tastiest p***y I've ever eaten. The way she arched her back responding to every stroke of my tongue was almost as if we were in complete sync. She swayed her hips, wanting more, needing more and chasing after her release.

She was so responsive and absolutely arousing with her moans and walls squeezing my fingers. Both our moves got quicker, more frantic, and everything said she was almost there. But she wouldn't get it that easily.

"Tell me you'll stay, Cilia." - I demanded, knowing she would be the most prone to persuasion right now.

"Sean, please."

"Tell me you'll stay and that you're mine, and I'll give you everything your heart and body desires."

Her hazed eyes locked with mine, as her parted lips were trying to catch a proper breath.

"I'll stay." - she whispered.

"And you're mine." - I demanded, slowly circling her clit.

"Yes. I always was."

I smiled, satisfied with the answer, and I dug back between her things to reward her good decision. My tongue plunged into her until she started trembling to finally explode with my name on her lips.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, looking at her blissful face, now more beautiful than ever, and she smiled, caressing my face. She looked happy, proving that we really could work, and it wouldn't be half of the headache I thought it might be.

I smiled to myself and climbed on top of her, capturing her lips. She grazed my lip and reached her small, delicate hand to my c**k.

"It's my turn, isn't it?" - she announced seductively, opening my fly and lowering my pants, freeing the evidence of my arousal and stroking it excruciatingly slowly.

"No, it's not." - I said with a chuckle, grinning at her baffled expression.

"It's not?"

"Not today." - I shook my head. - "Today's all about you. My beautiful mate and Luna."

She smiled, pleased with my words, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, brushing her nose against mine.

"Mmm, you're probably right, and it would be extremely rude to disobey my Alpha." - she said, driving my c**k over her slit.

"Yes, it would." - I nodded, and she smirked, placing my c**k at her entrance for me to make the final push, which I happily obliged. She arched her back with a satisfied gasp.

"Then it's your lucky day, because I feel extremely compliant today." - she said sultry, and I started slowly moving my hips.

"Lucky me." - I chuckled. And indeed, I felt very lucky.