Misfit Mates {the half-wolf and her recessive alpha}

The Encounter

When I get Angie to stop hugging me and we stop talking after a long while, I get up from her bed and, at Gray's request, walk straight to his room to sleep there again.

It's eight at night and usually at this time we always all have dinner together but today Bastian had something to do and Lion is in the living room, very busy groping Gracie.

"I'm going to go sleep with Gray," I warn him as I pass him and he immediately breaks away from the blonde to give me an incredulous look, "Just going to sleep, nothing weird. Hi, Gracie."

"Hi, Midnight," she replies and smiles at me in an almost shy way, "I was just about to come over and say hello, I'd like to get to know you better. But I guess that can be another time."

"That sounds good," I lie, and then return my gaze to my still motionless father, "We're literally just going to sleep."

"Well...have fun, I guess," he mumbles and plops down on the couch again. I get out of there before he says anything else to me, not even saying goodbye to Gracie because I don't like her very much to say the least.

Something about her face bothers me.

When I walk into Grayson's room, he jumps in shock and hides a bag of something under his sheets, but then pulls it out when he realizes it's me. It's a big bag of chips.

"I'm supposed to be on a rigorous diet," he explains without me having to ask, "I can't eat any junk food."

"That sucks," I drop my small bag on his desk and sit on the bed next to him, "What movie are we going to watch?"

"My favorite," Gray says and settles in better to turn on the TV and put on whatever we're going to watch.

I don't know why but today it feels weird to be here with him, maybe because he's no longer sick and I no longer have any reason to be here besides the fact that I like spending time with him and that he asked me to, several times.

The atmosphere feels heavy with a kind of energy that makes my hairs stand up. The scent of healthy Grayson is making me feel things... things I've never felt before, not even when I look at Bastian or when I’m watching pörn.

Gray is making me feel things.

Even though sometimes he says things that aren't very nice and tells me to stop talking because he's not paying attention to me and he can never hold a conversation because he brings up other topics, I like chatting with him.

Maybe because he thinks I know everything even though logically that's not possible.

"You're going to like it, it's got a lot of numbers," he murmurs excitedly as the movie starts and he leans back against the headboard. I start to feel a little uncomfortable sitting like this so I lie on my stomach.

I reach down to cover my butt with my short skirt and then put my hands under my chin.

The movie is... boring. Yes, there are a lot of numbers, but they are in equations similar to the ones Grayson has on his whiteboard. Which I don't understand. Also, not a single attractive man is in it. Or woman. Just a bunch of old people who have to find the answer to I don't know what to decode something very important to humanity.

To be honest, I'm not liking it at all.

I'm doing my best to understand the conversation the old people are having in the movie when I feel something on my calf and gasp.

"It's just me," Grayson reassures me without letting go of my calf, and I feel him moving on the bed. His hand starts to move up my thigh, "Stop moving."

I can't, I want to tell him, but I can't even speak. Grayson lifts my skirt and breathes in so hard I can almost hear his lungs expanding with oxygen.

"I don't think..."

"Shut up, Mid," he interrupts me and puts his hand on my head so that it's pressed against the mattress. He’s now beside me and my whole body is in his grasp.

I don't know how to feel about it.

The icy air hits my äss and my breathing starts to get really hectic, this is more than I've ever done before. It's more intense than sending a simple video or giving a kiss.

Grayson's fingertips feel like feathers on me, light and soft.

"I'm just exploring your pale skin," he murmurs and his voice is so hoarse from the days he was sick that it doesn't even sound like him. Or maybe it’s... his wolf?

God, my heart is beating so fast it could get tired, stop and go into cardiac arrest at any moment now.

I'm not ready for this... but I want him. I want it, I want it. I'm scared and I want to scream and jump up and down.

"Gray, I don't know if I can," I warn, as his fingers start to become more noticeable on my thighs just below my äss and then lightly on it, "It's too much."

"No, it's not," he whispers and then he puts his hands on my hips to lift them. I have to put pressure on my knees to hold the position he's put me in, "Stay just like that. And don't call me Gray, call me Alpha."

Oh. So I was right, this is his wolf. My God, that just makes it worse. More intimidating.

I heed him, but being with my butt in the air like that isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. Luckily he notices and arranges a pillow on my pelvis so I stay that way without having to strain.

"Alpha, please. I'm going to scream and you're not going to like hearing that," I warn, but my voice sounds low and breathless, making it clear how much I want him to keep touching me.

"No, you're not going to scream. And you're going to stop moving right now," he mumbles, squeezing the inside of my thigh. That makes me squeal out loud and move again, "Omega, I'm not playing. Hold still."

"I can't," I moan, pressing my face harder into the mattress and lifting my hips even more, "I need to stop."

"No," with one hand he puts all my hair to the side so he can grab the back of my neck and lightly squeeze his hand there, "This is what you need. Let me touch you and get to know your body completely."

He brings his hand to one of my legs as he says that and pushes it open further. My tiny panties only cover the bare essentials but I'm still extremely exposed in front of him.

"Okay," I stammer, clenching the sheet in my hands, "But kiss me first."

"No," he denies in a definite but not so deep voice. It's Grayson again, "No kissing at times like this. That's a rule."

"But that's going to make me comfortable. Please," I groan and squeeze my eyes shut as I hear how needy I sound and realize what a completely vulnerable position I'm in right now.

Exposed, vulnerable, helpless…

Realizing that makes me start to move again but a sudden burning pain in my right buttock stops me completely and makes me stop breathing and open my eyes as wide as possible.

Gray spanked me.

He just...

That doesn't...

Should I be mad? Because I'm not, I'm just in a state of shock. Not to mention I can literally feel between my legs how much that didn't make me angry.

"I told you not to move," Alpha says and I think my brain completely disconnected after that spanking because I don't move again at all, I just stay there while he caresses the spot where he abused me and then starts pulling down my underwear like nothing happened.