Not My Alpha

Chapter 7 ‘My Phone’

Dawson’s POV

Keira pulls me closer to her, I smile to myself, knowing I’ve won her over- now to seal the deal.

I plant kisses from her neck up to her chin. Then I cup her face and crash my lips onto hers. Keira kisses me back, and she’s hungry for more. I slide my hand up her leg and under her dress, working it slowly tickling my way to her a*s. I grab her and lift her up off the floor, Keira wraps her legs around my waist.

Oh yeah, she wants it.

I walk us over to the bed, planting kisses all along her collarbone and neck. Keira’s moans are like fuel to my fire. I hike up her dress, and slip it over her head, then I trail more kisses down to her stomach.

Inhaling Keira’s scent is like smoothing ointment over a wound. The mate bond is a powerful tool, and Keira’s especially weak to it. Something I realized very quickly about her, and something I’ve used more than once to my benefit. I know Keira said she wanted to take things slow, but I can’t let up on her. I need to keep the mate bond flowing.

I hook my finger around her underwear and slide them down to her ankles. Then I taste her, aggressively, forcefully. I can feel the mate bond crashing over us both. I quickly unbutton my pants and take them off, along with my boxers.

“Wait-“ Keira says. But before she can finish I crash my lips back onto hers, and thrust my fingers inside of her. She gasps with pleasure, and I know that she’s all mine. I take her b*a off and wrap my lips around her breast.

“Oh Dawson.” She moans. I can feel myself getting even harder. Finally I can’t take it anymore. I pull my fingers out and position myself at her entrance.

“Do you want me?” I ask her.

“Yes.” She says breathless.

“Say it.”

“I want you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Dawson please. I want you inside me.”

Man I love to hear her beg. I grin a victorious smile as I thrust myself inside. Keira is mine, all mine.

Keira’s POV

“I mean it Keira. I won’t waste this chance.” Dawson whispers to me. I lift my head up from his chest and kiss my mate on the lips.

We just finished having s*x, and although I did want to take things slow this time around, I just couldn’t help myself. Plus I love Dawson, and I believe that he loves me too. If he can truly stay sober, he and I will make it. I just hope his love for me is stronger than the bottle.

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The next morning, I awake to the sound of the door squeaking open. I peek over and see Dawson with another tray.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry I woke you. I wanted to bring you breakfast. I have to go run training today.” He sets the tray down gently in front of me on the edge of the bed. Then he comes over. I close my eyes expecting a kiss, but instead he lifts my chin to inspect my neck.

“They’re looking alot better today.” He says before releasing me. I instinctively grab my neck. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much anymore.

Dawson lifts up the cover on the breakfast tray and grabs and piece of bacon. He shoves it in his mouth whole then wipes his hands against his pants.

“Well I gotta go.” He says in between chewing. “Oh! Babe, until the bruises are gone, could you just stay up here?” He says.

Oh no I was hoping to at least go for a walk outside today.

Dawson looks concerned at my hesitation.

“I guess I can do one more day.” I say. Dawson looks instantly relieved.

“Great. Thanks babe.” He gives me a kiss, but it’s interrupted by a quiet knock at the door.

“Finally.” I hear Dawson whisper.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“This is your new omega.” Dawson says as he opens the door revealing a short dark haired omega with large brown eyes. She looks up for a moment then scurries through the door, past Dawson.

“Keira meet Mary. If you need anything she will get it for you. I’m taking Harrison with me today and I didn’t want you to be alone.”

I don’t like this. I’m glad for company but this doesn’t feel like that. It feels like he wants me to be watched. “Alright well, I’ll be back later.” Dawson says. With a wave of his hand and the click of the door, he’s gone.

It’s just me and Mary. She’s hovering near the door, and I’m sitting up in bed, red faced as I realize I’m n***d under these sheets.

“Mary?” I say. She looks to the floor .

“Actually ma’am it’s Macie.” She whispers.

“Okay well Macie. I’m going to get up and take a shower.”

“Okay, would you like my assistance ma’am?”

“No, I’d like you to step outside.”

“But, Alpha Dawson told me to stay.” She doesn’t raise her eyes from the floor. I huff.

“Then could you hand me my robe?” I ask pointing to the closet. Macie nods and grabs the robe off of the hook. She hands it to me and then turns around. Is she seriously going to be in here all day? I wrap myself in the robe and walk over to the bathroom. Macie follows quickly behind me.

“Woah! Okay no, absolutely not!” I stand firmly at the door blocking her way inside. I don’t like using my title, but this is too far. Macie hasn’t looked up from the floor.

“But Alpha said-“

“Okay well he’s not the Alpha yet, and I can take a bath in private. In fact I would like to have some alone time. Please leave my room, and don’t come back until lunch.” Macie finally looks up at me with horror in her eyes. I can tell she’s trying to sort out who to listen to. She starts to get teary eyed, and I feel a pang of guilt in my stomach. I don’t want her to get in trouble, and I don’t want her to cry. But still I’d like to shower without an audience.

“Okay. How about I give you something to do. Dawson said to get me whatever I need right?” Macie nods in agreement.

“Great. There is something I need from the Luna, if you could get it for me that’d be spectacular.”

Macie smiles, excited with purpose. I grab a piece of paper and write down what I need and then hand it to Macie.

“Take this to the Luna. Just tell her I want to be productive while I’m in here. But no rush, take your time.” Macie nods, understanding that I want her to drag this task out for as long as she can, and heads out the bedroom door.

Finally alone, I hop into the shower. I quickly clean my hair and brush my teeth. Then I lather up my loofah and scrub myself down.

Why do I have a feeling that last night was a mistake? I should’ve held my guns and forced Dawson to take things slow. Not again. Next time I’m going to resist.

I rinse myself off under the warm water, when I start to hear something strange, a low humming sound. I listen, trying to discern its origin. I turn the water off, and realize the sound is coming from inside the bathroom. More specifically from under the sink.

My phone!