Alphas United: The Battle Before the War

Chapter 7

Zac’s point of view

“And they lived happily ever after,” I finished, and closed the book.

“Okay, bedtime,” I say, standing from the couch with Cash and Livy in my arms.

“I’m not even tired, Daddy,” Livy whines. 

“Sorry, babe. It’s bedtime. You were up early this morning, you need your rest. Plus, you have school tomorrow,” I remind her. She melts into my shoulder, flopping herself onto me in a silent indication of her annoyance with me, as I carry her and Cash to their rooms to tuck them in. 

Lauren was putting Cami down, and when I walked out of Cash’s room, she’s quietly closing Cami’s door. Cami was a little off tonight, so Lauren laid with her to fall asleep. 

“She’s finally sleeping?” I whisper.

“Yeah, I think it’s her molars coming in that’s bothering her,” she explains

“Poor Cami,” I frown. She nods with a frown too, and we walk into our room. 

I close and lock our bedroom door like I do every night. We’ve had a close call or two before we started locking the door. Even if we don’t have s*x before we go to bed, sometimes we get at it in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning. You never know when it’s going to happen, and the last straw to making the call to lock the door happened when I had my face between Lauren’s thighs and the door opened. Thank f**k, it was the middle of the night and the lights were off, so they didn’t see anything. Not the position kids need to catch their parents in, though. We have a monitor in each of the kid's rooms. My end table is a little cluttered with 3 monitors, but it gives us peace of mind, and we’re hoping not to scar our kids for life. 

Lauren heads into her closet, “So what will you do? We didn’t get to talk about this because the last few hours have been busy with the kids. Are you going to go after this Hogan? What’s the plan from here?” She calls out, as I flop on the bed. 

“I’d like to stop all possibility of someone trying to become king. I’m not sure what he thinks qualifies him or gives him the right to rule over everyone, first of all. And second of all, I answer you and my pack. Not some self-imposed power-hungry Alpha. I like our freedom. The other part of me thinks this guy has maybe 1200 guys. Jack alone has more than that. He’s delusional, and entertaining him as an actual threat is ridiculous. Why waste the time? BUT, the fact that he has guys working for him that will rape, beat and murder women because they aren’t getting what they want… I can’t let that slide. I won't, and that’s my forte. That’s what I do… I stop piece of s**t assholes so they don’t hurt people. The problem though, is this guy has his pack scattered. How would I find them, or even him? I don’t even know approximately where he lives, his pack name or even his last name. It seems like this is a lost cause,” I huff. 

“Don’t do that,” she says, coming out of her closet in just one of my t-shirts. 

“Do what?” I furrow my brows. I reach out my hand to her, and she takes it, but climbs on the bed, and climbs on top of me, sitting on me.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I can hear it in your tone that you feel guilty about this. About not being able to take care of it. You can’t save everyone, Zac. If he does enough, we’ll hear about it,” she assures me, and lays down on me, nestling her face into my neck, cuddling into me. 

I breathe her in, and I know she’s right… She’s always right. 

“I love you,” I sigh. 

“I love you too,” she says, and it sounds like she’s smiling.

“So, if I remember correctly… I made a promise earlier,” I say quietly, and roll her over, so I’m on top of her. 

“I was just about to call you out on it. I was trying to cheer you up first,” She smirks, and she starts lifting my shirt off of me. 

“You’re so good to me,” I tease, and her smile widens, followed by a soft giggle. That smile still makes me feel levels of joy unexplainable. The way her happiness, and happiness with me, makes me feel. It’s like I’m on top of the world. I love her more than anything. 

Lauren’s Point of view

Zac’s looking down at me, smiling softly, and I can just see the love he has for me. It makes my insides feel like mush and sends a bolt of electricity through me. He leans down, giving me a little kiss then sits up a little, flipping me over so I’m on my stomach. A small giggle escapes me, but I wait to see what he’s going to do next. His hands lightly grasp each of my thighs, and he slowly moves up, pushing his t-shirt I’m wearing up. Exposing more of me. As he reaches my ass, I feel him graze my s*x, while the other grazes my butt crack.

“What do we have here?” he rasps, and his hands continue to roam my backside. He loves this blue thong on me, it’s actually his favourite. I didn't want to walk out of my closet in just this, because I knew I wouldn’t have had my questions answered, but I knew this was coming, and I love pleasing him. 

“Mmm,” he growls lightly, and then I feel his teeth on my ass, biting, but not too hard. I look back and see the lust in his eyes. 

“You’re not playing fair,” he says, letting out a deep shaky breath. He gives it a swat, and his hands make their way to my hips, and his hands start lifting my nightgown, exposing more of my back. Finally, I’m lifting up, and pulling it over my head, exposing my bare body, aside from the thong. 

I feel the bed dip, and he leans over grabbing some lotion from my end table.

“What are you doing?” I ask slowly. 

“I’m giving you a massage.”

I feel him pulling my hair to the side gently. He went from slapping my ass to being so gentle. I feel his lips on my back, gently kissing and goosebumps are erupting over me. The mate bond sparks are getting more intense. He places about a dozen slow kisses on my back, and I bite back a moan. It feels like he’s worshiping my body. Pouring every ounce of love into it. I hear the lotion bottle open, and soon his large strong hands are kneading into me with a gentle firmness. I can’t help it, and I’m not even trying anymore. I find myself moaning. It feels so good.

“I thought you might be a little knotted up after today,” he says softly. He takes his time and works every bit of tension out of me. The bad kind anyway. The s****l tension, on the other hand, is out of control. Finally, when I can’t take it anymore, “Zac, babe. I’m good, I’m ready,” I pant.

“Lauren, sometimes a massage is just a massage,” he says plainly. I crane my head back to look at him, and he has the most mischievous smile on his face. When I burst out laughing, he does too. 

“But tonight is not one of those times,” he says playfully. Then he lowers himself, and his lips graze my ear.

“I have some making up to do,” his deep voice rasps. His breath tickles my skin, sending shivers down my spine, and desire to pool in my stomach.

I nod and swallow hard. His teeth tug on my ear, and then I feel his lips on my neck. My heart is racing, “Tie me up,” I pant. 

“Oh, my pleasure,” he purrs. He gives my ass another swat and then turns me over. He leans in, capturing my lips. His tongue slips into my mouth, claiming me with a primal need that’s only turning me on even more. 

When he pulls away, he gets up. He slowly pulls down my panties, and then makes his way to each corner of the bed, tying up each of my limbs. The way he looks over me with carnal heat is only adding to the excitement. Something about my beast of a man, taking me, anyway he wants, turns me on so much.  

“You’re so f*****g sexy,” he shakes his head.

Once he’s secured my last leg, he starts getting undressed, and I’m drinking up the sight of him, “Mmm,” I hum in appreciation.

“Stop looking at me like that, if you want me to be gentle,” he growls, and it sends another bolt of desire through me. I’m aching, and throbbing for him now.

“I don’t,” I pant, and continue to watch lustfully as he rids himself of all his clothing.

When he climbs back into bed, he surprises me with his gentleness. His hand slowly, and gently traces up my left leg. Moving up my thigh, gently over my s*x, but he doesn’t linger and keeps moving up my body, climbing the swell of my breast, and up to my cheek. The mate bond sparks are getting more intense, and my whole body is burning up for him. 

Then he leans in, claiming my mouth again. When he pulls away a whimper escapes me. I need more of him. His lips move to my breast, and my back is arching, trying to get as close as I can to him.

“Please, Zac,” I murmur, but he just moves to the next breast. 

“Zac,” I pant. “I’m dripping.”

He kisses down my body and spreads my legs a little more. “Mmm, you are,” he groans. His head dips down, and I feel his tongue move in a slow long stroke lapping up my wetness, but just one stroke. He starts kissing up my body again. He spent the next 10 minutes teasing me by just kissing me, or my body. Every time I would tell him I was dripping, he’d clean me up in one long torturous stroke of his tongue. 

“Please. Please, Zac,” I pant. I feel like I am going to explode with need. I don’t know how he’s managed to hold back. He’s been hard this whole time. This time when he dips his head down to clean me up, I feel his tongue make a second pass, and I know he’s giving in. 

“Yes!” I moan, letting him know how good he’s making me feel.

He starts excruciatingly slow but picks up his pace slowly. I’m so grateful for the contact though, When 2 fingers dip inside of me, a loud moan rips out of me. 

“Oh, gosh. Don’t stop,” I cry. His fingers went straight for my g-spot, and he’s stimulating it while his tongue swirls around my clit. I’m so turned on, and I feel myself getting close. 

“Yes!.. Ahh...” I cry out, and then his fingers pull out of me, and his lips come off of me. 

“No!” I whine. He lets out a deep chuckle, and even though I’m mad at him for stopping, he’s sexy as hell. He makes eye contact with me, as he licks his fingers that were inside of me. 

“I decide,” he states seriously. The dominance of that statement. He decides when I come…It isn’t helping me calm down. I don’t know if I could make out cohesive words, at the moment so I just nod.

Soon, he’s moving back into me. Teasing me, again his fingers are inside of me, and his tongue working his magic bringing me to the edge, and then he pulls away. And then he does it again. 

I feel myself getting close again, and when he pulls his fingers out of me, all I can do is whimper. It all feels so good, but I need my release. He surprised me when he lifts my hips and sinks inside of me.

“Yes!” I cry out. Finally! He shoves a small throw pillow under my ass, lifting my hips a little so he’s really hitting my G-spot, and thrusts into me. His eyes are dark, full of desire as he continues, and curses under his breath. His muscular arms and chest are glistening with sweat.

“You’re so f*****g wet,” he grunts in pleasure, and it’s the final straw. 

“Yes. Don’t stop,” I mumble, and he hears my plea and doesn’t stop. He gives me what I want. My orgasm hits me hard. Crashing into me, sending me out of this world.

A string of incoherent words fall from my lips, as I cry out. He keeps his rhythm until I finish. Then he slows his pace. I’m panting, out of breath when I see him reach back untying my legs.

“What are you doing?” I pant.

“Whatever I want,” he rasps and a bolt of desire hits me again. The adrenaline and excitement are pumping through me, and I try my hardest not to smile too wide. He loosens my arm restraints, giving me more slack, then flips me over. My hands are in a comfortable X above my head. 

“Knees up, Gorgeous,” he orders, and I oblige him so now I’m face down, ass up. He gives my ass another swat before I feel his fingers tightening around my hips. He enters me again, and I let out a ragged breath. He starts pounding into me, and it’s euphoria. When his fingers start massaging me, the pleasure only multiplies. He knows every bit of my body, and exactly how to make me feel good.

Cries of pleasure fall from my lips, and I can hear Zac grunting and cursing too. It’s building again inside of me until I can’t hold back anymore and I’m falling over the edge. My vision turns black, and my orgasm hits harder and longer than the last. Just as I’m coming down, I feel Zac’s rhythm increase and he rasps a “f**k, Lauren.”

“Baby,” he hisses as I feel his warm c*m filling me up. He takes a little time to catch his breath before I feel his body leaning over mine. His hands are at my wrists, undoing my restraints. 

He places a few gentle kisses on my shoulder, “You okay?” he asked gently.

“So good,” I coo.

We take a few minutes to lay together and cuddle, while we both come down. Finally, he picks me up and carries me to the shower with him. 

In the shower, our kissing turned passionate quickly. When he lifts me up, I wrapped my arms and legs around him. His strong arms held me, and his hands gently consumed me as we made gentle love.

 Every time he’s ever rough, he always likes to have another round of gentle lovemaking, so I wasn’t surprised things got heated.