The rejected bond of Alpha Marcus

Close encounter

Marcus POV

Green Dress.

When Marcus had scribbled down those words, he’d had no idea the shocking revelation that would ensue.

After leaving the party Marcus had walked back toward the ballroom, hoping to catch Alexa--Sarah while she retired for the night, but there were still a few Alphas present.

Unwilling to answer questions about his presents in the hallway, he’d pulled open the first door he’d noticed, and was now pacing a small supplies closet.

Slowly, he heard the party dying down, while he continued to pace the tiny space. He peeked through the c***k of the door every once in a while, making sure he didn’t miss her.

“So, what do you think of her?” Marcus heard a man asking.

“Pretty little thing. Can’t wait to make her submit when I’m King.” Marcus heard the smirk in Julian’s voice, while his unit laughed. Goddess, he couldn’t wait to beat Julian in the trails. Hell, he would even stay longer if it meant sending his ass home. That was if he made it to the semifinals.

Clack Clack Clack

Marcus peered through the door c***k and saw her, walking down the hall slowly, when she passed him, he opened the door and dragged her inside, but not before receiving a well-aimed elbow to the ribs.

“Wait, it’s me. We need to talk.”

Sarah turned around and squinted at him as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“So, when were you going to tell me your name isn’t Alexandra?,” he asked, as anger started coursing through him once more, “any other persona’s I should know about, Princess?”

“That’s rich, coming from you, Alpha. You lied to me!” she scoffed, getting in his face. Not that she could go anywhere else, the closet was too small for two people already.

“I lied?! You said your name was Alexandra—and for the record, I never said I wasn’t an Alpha, you just assumed.” Sarah scoffed, before turning on him.

“What was I supposed to say?! Hi, I’m Princess Sarah? I was standing half naked in the garden if you recall?!”

“Oh, I recall alright,” Marcus replied with a smirk, his voice dropping low. s**t! Cut it out!

“Okay, I can see your point, let’s just say we were both wrong.” He stated.

“Agreed.” The Princess said, holding out her hand. They shook once.

“I think we can both agree that this can never happened again.” She continued, moving from one foot to the other.

“What are you doing?” Marcus asked, pushing down his amusement at her ridiculous demeanor.

“I’m trying to pace! I always do that when I get nervous, but you know, this room is small so—” she shrugged.

“Anyway, you’re right. This can never happen again. I’m not looking for a mate. Especially not one this high maintenance.” He grumbled the last part.

“What?! I’m high maintenance? Well, I’m certainly not looking for a mate so full of himself, so I guess we can agree.”

Marcus scoffed. What the hell did she know about him?

“Fine. And don’t even think I’ll be trying for that first date. I won’t even dress up,” he scoffed, reaching for the doorknob.

“Fine. Don’t expect me to wear anything either.” Marcus turned with a brow crooked, letting go of the knob.

“I mean—Oh, do shut up,” she scoffed, reaching for the knob at the same time as he did. When their hands connected, Marcus looked from their hands to her, and saw her doing the same.

Before he knew it, he had her up against the back wall. Her legs were hooked around him and he was grinding against her, their mouths frantically upon one another, as if they were starved for affection.

She tasted so f*****g good, and the little moans that escaped her made him wonder what she would sound like when he was buried inside of her.

“f**k,” he stated, pulling away. What were they doing?

“We need to stop doing this,” Sarah panted, her lips swollen from their passionate kiss. They stared at each other for a few seconds, before she spoke again.

“Maybe one more kiss, just for the hell of it,” Marcus nodded in agreement as their lips met again. He was so lost in the moment that only one thought crossed his mind.

“I need to taste you,” he panted, pulling back.

“What do you mean—you are tasting—oh,” she moaned, as Marcus dropped to his knees and let his hands slide up her legs, under her skirt.

“This is a bad idea,” she stated, but she didn’t stop him. Instead she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall.

Marcus took her silence for consent. He would just give her some pleasure, like a--a parting gift. Yes, it would be a parting gift.

He pushed up her skirt, and softly slid down her panties, giving her plenty of time to refuse if she wasn’t up for it. Her breathing had turned to harsh pants, as if she was anticipating the first touch.

Marcus didn’t hesitate, as his head disappeared under her skirt. His c**k strained painfully against the restrictive fabric of his dress pants as he took in her already glistening p***y.

He couldn’t resist and licked her from her opening to her clit, taking in the sweet flavor of her juices. Her gasp turned into a soft moan, egging him on to continue, to make her cry out louder.

Marcus expertly got to work, sucking on her clit before moving back to her entrance, shoving his tongue inside. It didn’t take long for her fingers to find their way to his hair, lacing through his locks, pulling almost painfully.

But he was completely lost in her scent and taste, her moans were like music to his ears.

“f**k, Marcus, I’m—” she gasped, trying to gyrate herself against his face, but he held her steady.

“Hmm, He hummed against her, “come on, Princess, let go,” he spoke against her clit. It pushed her over the edge and soon, she was convulsing against his mouth. He flattened his tongue against her, making long deliberate strokes, rolling her through her o****m. He pushed back her bunched-up skirt, to look at her face.

Goddess, she was beautiful, with her eyes closed, lips parted in an O shape and a rosy blush on her cheeks. Would she get redder if he f****d her?

He would never find out, because it had to stop here. He would not become her husband.

“That was…” she panted, her eyes still closed. Marcus slid her panty back up her legs and released her skirt. He smiled and pecked her lips.

Her eyes snapped open, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her quick recovery surprised him, but then again, she was royalty.

“Marcus, f**k me,” Marcus froze.

“I—I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He whispered, as their breaths mingled. Goddess, did he want to, but he couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right to the Alpha that would marry her.

“I—I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” she smiled shyly, pushing him further away. Well, as far as she could in this tight space.

“Hey,” Marcus hooked a finger under her chin, making their eyes lock. “It’s not that I don’t want to, cause Goddess knows I do,” He smiled softly at her, “but it wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”

“You’re absolutely right,” she smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Do you want to leave first or…” he trailed off. They couldn’t both leave at the same time.

“Sure, let me just check if the hallway is clear,”

Marcus waited for a few minutes after she was gone, convincing himself it was for the best. They could never work.

Long after she had disappeared, Marcus came out of hiding, striding back to his room. The feeling of dread long gone, only to be replaced by a weight on his heart.