Failed One Night Stand With the Alpha

3. Soren

Steps on how to Lose Your V-card- I’ve always thought kissing was overrated. Tbh, I don’t understand how a couple can kiss for over five minutes without getting bored because- oh. I change my mind. Oh....

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My mind is telling me it’s probably the alcohol. I mean, I’ve never gone out of my way to sniff a man.

Or peek at his butt.

I writhe against the hot stranger and his arms tighten around my body.

Even the way he holds me is attractive.

I am so d.ick whipped.

My eyes dart towards the VIP booth that my friends were in earlier tonight.

Surprisingly, I find Johnny and he’s not exactly shoving his tongue down someone’s throat. When Johnny sees me passing by, he smirks at me and wiggles his eyebrows.

But as soon as his eyes dart towards the man carrying me, his excited expression morphs into that of a constipated pig. He looks like he’s shaking his head but I can’t really see much when all I want to focus on is how good my sexy stranger smells.

Or is it just my eyes?

It’s probably the alcohol making me see Johnny anyway.

I turn my face around and I’m met with the stranger’s neck.

I want to kiss him again.

I lick my lips as I recall the kiss that confirmed he was taking me to his place.

I’d never realized how significant kissing was until his tongue was stroking mine.

I’m getting hot and bothered thinking about it again.

I writhe against him and tighten my legs around his waist. His chest rumbles and his fingers dig into my hair before he pulls me out of his neck.

Shoot, I was probably wiggling around too much. I hope my fidgeting isn’t irritating him.

My eyes flutter open and suddenly, the cold night air whips around me.

I shiver and try to look into his eyes but all I’m met with are his lips.

Biting mine, sucking mine.

My legs unwrap from his torso and Fall against the floor.

His other hand grips my cheek and he seems to keep pushing me backwards until my back is met with the cool metal of a car.

Even with that movement, he doesn’t take his mouth off mine.

He’s all over my mouth.

It’s like he’s going to swallow me and I’m trying my hardest to match his energy.

But to be honest, It’s not like I’m struggling to do that because I can’t seem to keep my lusty hands to myself or my wildly sucking mouth against his.

I still don’t understand why I’m so attached to how he kisses me, why a simple touch of his tongue to mine sets me on fire.

I’d never been so attracted to someone as I am to him. Hell, I’ve never really liked kissing until he kissed me in that VVIP booth in the club.

That scares me because well, this is just a one night stand.

But I want more, I want so much more.

The rich Sauvignon taste of his tongue invades and conquers my mild strawberry champagne one and my head bends against the car, surrendering to him completely.

God, I still can’t get over how his mouth slants over mine, how dominant his kiss is.

He’s so.... Alpha male.

And I like- love it.

He’s holding my waist again- or my butt. His hands are so big they cover every single area of my rear. His fingers spread over my ass and he gives it a rough squeeze that has me groaning into his mouth.

It’s either his hands are that big or my butt is too small.

Sadly, I believe the latter.

I cannot seriously be getting insecure when he’s kissing me like this.

When my hands finally wounds around his neck again, he groans into my mouth.

Holy hell, that’s so hot.

He finally pulls back and I’m panting so heavily I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my throat.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, kissing the spot he loves to massage on my neck.

“I like kissing you. A lot”

It’s just an innocent line. Maybe it’s a compliment, maybe it means I’m just a good kisser- which is f.ucking yeast to my tiny ego.

But to me, he’s seducing me. Because Damn, whatever he does is so f.ucking hot.

I cannot believe the amount of butterflies in my stomach!

“Let’s get into the car” I tell him, biting my lip to hold back on the moan that wants to leap out of my throat when he touches my neck.

The car door is swiftly flung open and I gently crawl into it.

I know I’m horny but I’m equally drunk- maybe more drunk than I’m even turned on.

My dress- the goddamn thing rides up so high my panties are already on display.

Even though that’s definitely embarrassing, I’m glad I’m not wearing one of my hello Kitty panties.

I was going to wear it tonight but Leilani literally spanked my ass until the offensive underwear was rolling down my legs.

I struggle to push my dress down my thighs and crawl into the seat by the edge.

When I turn around, He’s watching me with slight amusement.

I’m such a f.ucking clown.

“Give me a moment,” he says apologetically before shutting the door and rounding the car.

That’s exactly when I become aware of my surroundings.

My dad owns a Rolls Royce Wraith so it’s how I know that this is the exact replica of it.

The back of his car is like another separate entity from the front because it’s completely covered from the driver’s seat and passenger seat.

The only thing that reveals the front is a sliding plastic divider probably the size of my eye area that can be shut for privacy.

The cream leather covers the whole interior and it sparkles like it’s recently been polished. Whoever he is, he’s f.ucking loaded.

As soon as he shuts the doors, he lifts me by the hips and places me on his thighs. I hate that I think the way he holds my waist is so attractive.

We hold eye contact for a while and I swallow, then curse myself because damn, my swallow is so goddamn loud.

A small wheeze of air escapes his pink lips that seem to have taken a brighter hue because of our previous make out session.

I hate that I’m a miserable klutz.

I want to be hot, I want to make him feel as hot and frustrated as I do and not make him laugh because I’m such an odd ball.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise and I cringe inwardly.

I’m such a loser.

This is clearly a hookup and I’m not supposed to be asking personal questions and turning him off.

It’s clear that I’m breaking all the rules on what a one night stand is supposed to be like with my stupid mouth.

I open that stupid mouth to rectify my mistake but instead, more word vomit slips out.

“I’m sorry! I don’t exactly know the criteria for a hook up- I mean... look whatever you call it but I just thought it would be nice to like know your name and-“

“Soren, Calm down” he rumbles, another wheeze of air escaping his lips as they quirk up.

There you go again Halima.

“Sorry?” I say, enthralled by the way he says his name.

I pretend like I didn’t get him but obviously, I want him to talk again.

I know I’m not supposed to get attached but I just love love his voice.

Come on, is that really a bad thing? Has anyone heard this man?

He should be a voice actor.

“Soren,” he repeats slowly, arching his back off the seat.

With one hand, he holds my thigh and drags me closer to him.

Stop being attracted to everything he does!

Sucking in slowly as his ravenous gaze caresses my bare thighs, he looks back up at me and pushes my hair to the side.

“You’re not saying anything,” he murmurs, inching his head towards mine.

I close my eyes and pucker my lips thinking he’s going to kiss me but his lips touch my jaw.

I’m so stupid!

“W-what, what do you-“

“Calm,” he trails off, punctuating the word with a short chuckle and kiss.

“Down” he kisses my jaw again.

He places a hand over my heart, probably sensing the wild beating of that silly organ.

“Now say my name, I want to hear you say it”

“Soren,” I wheeze out, my poor heart even beating wilder when he squeezes the skin shielding my heart.

“Again,” his voice is a soft growl.

His hand slowly dips to my breast and my mouth makes a small ‘O’.

Damn, he’s sly.

“Soren” I murmur, distracted by his hand resting on the swell of my breast.

My n.ipple puckers as soon as I sense the heat of his hand and he brushes his thumb over my swollen bud.

Hot.

Jesus, it’s so hot.

“Again,” he commands me, caressing my other thigh.

He kisses the spot right above the sensitive spot on my neck before nibbling gently.

The next time I say his name, it’s a low moan.

“When you make that sound, and you say my name together with it,” he trails off, his chest heaving.

Oh well, Guess I don’t need to seduce him to make him as horny as I am.

The problem is, while all he can get is a boner I can do a terribly good job at creating a damp patch on his suit.

And damn, it does look expensive.

I hope he doesn’t make me pay for his laundry.

Soon, we pull up in the underground parking lot of a high rise or skyscraper building.

Soren- I still can’t get over how hot his name is- doesn’t let me use my legs and tosses me over his frame before speedily carrying me out.

Soon, we’re in an elevator.

Soon, he’s kissing me again.

Soon, I’m trembling and moaning underneath his arms and mouth.

One would think my lips would hurt from kissing him so much but I still want more.

Suddenly, he flips my hair again and exposes my neck to the light.

“Who marked you?” He growls, chest heaving aggressively.

“Marked?” I squeak, my voice still overwhelmed by the fact his tongue was in there not too long ago.

The tense in his muscles eases as he sighs.

“I mean, did anyone bite you? Here” he taps my sweet spot on my neck.

“No,” I shake my head, certainly confused.

“I’ve had that scar.... from a mosquito bite. I can’t really remember much,” I shrug, disturbed at the furious emotion in his peculiar honey eyes.

The elevator dings just at that moment and gives me a perfect saving from Soren’s uneasiness with the marks on my neck.

It makes me feel so insecure.

The elevator dings and the steel doors part. Once again, he lifts me and places me on his torso.

I should be complaining from the amount of carrying because I look like a baby bunched around her mother’s hips but I don’t mind because I’m too horny to walk straight.

“I promise you Cleo,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine.

“We’re going to get rid of that hideous forced mark on your neck”

And with, his mouth latches on to the sweet spot on my neck.