THE NOTORIOUS ALPHA'S FAVORITE SLAVE

CHAPTER 5

His lips sank into mine, hot and demanding, his hands clutching my waist with a possessiveness that set my whole body ablaze.

Needing him to consume me, to make me forget everything, I moaned into the kiss, my fingers finding the collar of his shirt and dragging him closer.

His tongue slid past my lips in a way that made me tremble; his mouth pushed against mine and my knees almost gave out beneath me. Like he had waited for exactly the same reason I had, he kissed me as though he were claiming me.

We were both breathing heavily, the air between us thick with heat and desire, when he broke the kiss and his forehead rested against mine. "Poor damsel, oh yeah, I forgot, you do have a nice name. Amira," he said in a harsh voice that sent shivers down my spine.

I gazed up at him. My name on his lips seemed like a trigger, releasing something deep inside me.

"I need you," I said, softly pleading.

He gently hissed, the sound resonating against my skin as his lips found me once more and his hands swept over my body with a need matching my own.

Though I craved it, his touch was harsh and nearly overpowering. I wanted to let him remove everything else, and feel every inch of him.

He led me to the bed. Our motions were sloppy and desperate as we sank onto the mattress. His hands were around me, pulling my panties down and then pushing my dress up. After that, his fingers lightly crawls against my skin. While his lips brushed my skin as he bit down softly, sending a quick bolt of pleasure over me.

I gasped as his lips trailed down my neck.

And then, he muttered against my skin, "Tell me what do you want, Amira," his voice a deep growl that set my heart racing.

I suddenly shivered when he mentioned my name. It sounded so domineering, as though he meant to claim and he would devour me after if I didn’t obey.

My hips then arched to meet his touch, my body shaking with longing as I yelped, "I want you. Please..."

With the way I begged, he appeared to be pleased. He then positioned himself between my legs and with a swift, seamless move, and I felt the heat of his d**k, throbbing and ready against my clit.

He was slowly stroking his length against mind, sending me wild vibrations, making me die from thirst of him inside me. The way he teased me was too much for me to bare that I was so close to putting his c**k inside me with my hands.

But then, my thoughts were immediately blocked as he hammered his d**k inside of me. Even my breath felt like it was seized within my throat. His d**k was thick and hard as he inched inside of me, leaving me with the pleasure I had never experienced with Alpha Kevin before. With my nails sinking into his shoulders as he started to move, each thrust deeper and more forceful than the last.

I hung on him.

The way he slam his hips against me intensified, our bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm together as each of us pursued the same great delight. I want him to move more, to become rough because for some reason, I enjoy this a lot.

I enjoy him—his c**k.

I was lost in him, in the way he made me feel as like I was on the brink of something so strong, so consuming that it terrified me. I couldn't stop either, though. I refrained from wanting him to stop.

My dizziness from the intoxicating drink I had was wearing down, but my body was already too fragile to move out of the ecstasy that this wild s*x I was having with a stranger.

The way he filled me and made me feel as though I was melting at the edges mattered most. I was whirling lost in the pleasure, in the heat, in his f*****g hard c**k.

“Go harder on me, Mr. hero.” I begged him as I moved back and forth at the same speed as him. I want him all inside me to break me within.

He grins. His hand gripped the back of my knees to tight as he slammed his thick d**k inside my p***y. “I wonder if you still call me your hero once I f**k you hard, and make you my dirty b***h, damsel?”

The way his nasty words tickled my ear was adding more to the pleasure that leaves my toes curling up with each of his forceful thrusts. And then everything exploded within me as he made his final thrust.

His head tossed a bit in the air while he spilled most of his semen inside me.

I scream out of pleasure, my body shaking as I felt my orgasm. The pleasure tore across me in waves so strong they left me gasping. He followed closely, his body tensing over me as he groaned into my neck, his ejection delivering a last surge of pleasure through my already exhausted body.

We lay there in the pleasurable s*x we had, our bodies twisted together as we both gasped for air at the moment. My fear of being seen by Alpha Kevin earlier had vanished, and I let myself sink into the solace of this stranger’s arms, acting as though this moment may stay. Deeply though, I knew it wouldn't—at least, he made me feel so damn hot and good, I never thought that I would get to experience.

I woke with a throbbing headache and regret weighing down my chest the next morning. The covers were all twisted around my body, and the air smelled faintly of him still.

The memories of the evening before surged back, the way I had lost control, the way I had allowed myself to slide into the arms of a total stranger. My heart pounded.

Sitting up, I held the covers to my chest and looked about the room. He was gone, but our meeting left all around proof. My body hurt in ways that begged no dispute about what had transpired. My clothes were all over the floor.

I closed my eyes to attempt to drive the memories away.

I couldn't stay here. Before my guilt ate me, I had to go. Something struck in my mind as I staggered from bed—a tattoo etched into my memory from the previous evening. A vivid and impossible to forget fiery Jaeger bird on his pelvic bone.

I had no interest in his name. None of it appealed to me to recall.

Taking my clothes with me, I left the room without turning around again. Brenda had been very gracious in picking me up and driving me all the way to her Morton Grove little apartment. I kind of feel happy she didn’t ask anything because I don’t wish to convey how low and desperate I went last night for spending it with a complete stranger I don't even remember the face.

NEARLY A MONTH PASSED, and I tried to bury that night deep within me, pretending it had never happened. But as I sat across from Brenda over breakfast, sipping on coffee and trying to focus on anything but my turmoil, the truth became impossible to ignore.

"You’ve been staring at that envelope for weeks now, Amira," Brenda remarked one morning, setting down our breakfast—crispy bacon and eggs, the same meal we’d had for days. "Aren’t you curious what’s inside?"

I had no answer for her. Instead, I focused on looking at the letter that Alpha Kevin has left for me. I hadn’t opened it since then, and I don’t intend to. Meanwhile, here I am bothered that Brenda had taken me in, feeding me when she could barely afford to feed herself. I’d been trying to find a job, but no one would hire me. I felt like a burden, weighing her down.

"I’m sorry, Brenda," I said, finally breaking the silence. "I’ll try again today to find work. I need to help with the rent."

I wanted to steer the conversation away from the envelope, but as I lifted a piece of bacon to my mouth, the smell turned my stomach. I rushed to the sink, retching, while Brenda stared in shock.

"Amira, what’s wrong?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

“I didn’t know.” I mumbled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. But then, my eyes landed on the calendar hanging by the fridge. "What’s the date today?" I asked.

Brenda raised an eyebrow. "I’m not entirely sure of the date, but it’s already around the third week of March now, I think. Why?"

The realization hit me like a freight train. "I’m late," I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief.

“What?” Brenda asked.

“I’m delayed. My period’s delayed. I never get delayed, Brenda!” Shocked has me confused about how it was even possible.

Until Brenda nearly choked on her water. "What the f**k, Amira! Don’t tell me you’re pregnant with Alpha Kevin’s pup!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock as much as I was.

I wish it was that easy to admit that this pup was Alpha Kevin's, but a month after sleeping with that stranger, doubt gnawed at me. What if Alpha Kevin isn’t the father?

Suppose this child—if I am truly pregnant—belongs to someone else and not Kevin?

The idea had my heart racing with anxious fear. What if this baby was the fruit of spending a one-night stand with that man?