Alpha Black
Chapter 17 - Honey, I'm Home

Alice Forrest

The wrath, anger and emotion rolled off him like waves against a cliffside, his eyes were blacker than I had every seen, like pools of water in the night.

“Nate,” I said calmly, placing my hand on his chest.

His eyes were fixed on Jamie, hatred and anger pulsing through them. He and his wolf would have liked nothing better than to have Jamie’s blood spilling on the floor.

“I’m all right.”

He sucked on his cheeks and glanced down at me, he exhaled and ran his fingers along my neck, I tried not to flinch, but a growl ripped from his lips and he snarled when I inevitably did.

“I coerced him into training me to fight, I needed to know how to protect myself.”

“Do you feel protected?” he spat.

“I never felt unsafe.”

“I will protect you,” he hissed.

“But you’re not always here,” I argued, starting to feel his irritation flooding into me.

“That’s not the point,” he hissed again, pushing me to the side.

I grabbed his hand, and with this own forced, wrapped myself around his arm and upper torso, fling us over the couch and Jamie. I collided with the glass table against the wall, shattering it and feeling the tiny shards of glass stabbing into my back and arms.

“Fuck,” Nathaniel groaned, rolling over to look at me.

I turned my head to look at him, “I’m a fast learner,” I remarked. “Don’t punish Jamie, he was only doing what I asked him to do.”

His eyes had returned to their normal, beautiful green and he let out a sigh, pushing himself up off the ground, flexing his neck, “go to the fucking hospital Jamie.”

I sat up, feeling the warm trickle of blood begin to roll down my back, “I might need to go there too, I think there is a table of glass lodged into my back.”

I felt his hand brush against my face, but my vision had begun to blur, “Sorry Nate, you were a bit heavier than what I thought.” I ran my hand up my arm, dislodging a shard of glass from my shoulder.

“I’ll take care of you, but tell me, how did you get so strong, so quickly?” he asked. His hand was warm against my face, more than anything, it warmed my soul and soothed the sting of glass in my flesh.

My vision recentered and I looked up into his green eyes, “get the glass out of my back first, arsehole.”

He laughed, and swung me over his shoulder, and I inhaled his scent, letting if fill my lungs as I clung to his shirt. He carefully placed my on our bed, disappearing into the bathroom and reappearing with a first aid kit.

“It’s okay my love,” he murmured, planting a kiss on the back of my head.

I felt the cold metal of the scissors as they traced up my spine, cutting through my shirt and sport bra. He peeled the blood soaked clothing off my body and poured a liquid directly onto my back, sending a burning sensation through the hundreds of cuts and abrasions. It was a strange sensation, as he pulled the glass from my back and arms systematically. I felt each piece, slowly separate from my body and the hole start to heal, I could feel my flesh, piece its self back together.

“You fucked me up more that Jamie did,” I said with a groan, as he dropped the last piece of glass and tweezers on the bedside table, rubbing a damp cloth over my back.

“I didn’t realise you’d try and tackle me,” he said with a sigh, tracing his fingers over my back. “How are you healing so quickly?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Jamie and I were having the same discussion just before you got home,” I rolled over and looked at him.

His brow was furrowed, and he ran his fingers down the side of my face, staring into my eyes. I felt my heartbeat increase and I was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to touch him. I pressed my lips against his own, feeling his rough skin that ignited a fire within me. I flinched as his arms snaked around my back and waist, pulling my body against his chest.

“I hate the idea of you in danger,” he murmured, pulling away from the kiss.

I looked into his vibrant green eyes, worry circling them, and I felt a pang in my chest. I could have stared into these eyes for all eternity and not minded. “I cannot stay weak forever, Nate, I need to be able to stand next to you, as your equal.”

“Then mark me,” he whispered.

I swallowed the sudden lump that appeared in my throat. He was right, he had already marked me, we had already slept together, I had been in denial too long. I had resisted the overwhelming urge inside me, to sink my teeth into his neck.

The gasp that he emitted told me he wasn’t expecting me to latch onto his neck, but before I knew it, my teeth had extended into fangs and they were lodged in his muscle. He grasped me tightly his fingers tangling in my hair and I was overwhelmed by emotions. I pulled my fangs from his neck, gasping for air, but my lips quickly found his, and we were filled with an urgency, to touch, to feel, to mate.

My ruined top seemed to fall to the floor, as his hands traced my body. I fumbled with the belt on his pants, and it quickly joined my shirt, followed by his own. Tugging at my leggings he gave an exhausted sigh and short a glare down at their tight fit, one of his fingers sharpened into a claw and he ripped them, a smirk of satisfaction forming on his face.

He didn’t need to rip my leggings to smell the arousal that stemmed from between my legs. He took me off guard as he ran a finger between my legs and lifted my leg onto his shoulder. He inhaled deeply between my legs, before entwining on arm with my thigh and pulling my arse cheeks open, he kissed my thigh passionately. His fingers massaged that spot, slowly at first, but the rhythm quickened gradually and without warning he slipped his fingers inside me, and planting his mouth on me, tugging, pulling and kisses all the right places.

My hands clung desperately to the bedsheets and I inched closer and closer to my climax. Until I screamed his name, over, and over again.

He stopped, running kisses up my exposed body, placing his manhood between my legs and rubbing it along my entrance, coating his penis in my juices. He ran his kisses up to my ear, “how are you feeling?” he asked, his hands, lingering on the bruises still evident on my neck.

“Complete,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist, causing him to thrust deeply into me, and we let out groans of pleasure.

He pressed his lips back onto mine and grabbed my thigh with one of his hands, slowly pulling out of me, before plummeting back in with a desperate need.

“You were gone for too long,” I said, rolling him onto his back and grinding my hips into his pelvis.

He moaned, placing his hands on my hips, lifting, and lowering me with force, each time he re-entered, waves of pleasure washed over me. I felt like I was on fire, the flames fluttering inside me.

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“Alice,” he grunted, looking at me desperately.

“Don’t stop,” I said, looking down at his eyes, swimming with emotion. I leaned down and pressed my lips harshly against his own, sliding my tongue into his mouth.

He gripped my thighs, tightly, rolling me back onto my back with his length, thrust particularly deep inside me, made my toes curl.

“Are you sure?” he asked, breaking away from kiss.

“I don’t care, just don’t stop,” I said feeling so close to climax.

Somehow, his thrusts became faster, hungrier, deeper, and it bust. I climaxed, my limbs shaking, my back arching, I clung to him for dear life, squeezing down on him as he penetrated my depths. I barely hear his own grunts as he held me in his arms tightly, his seed spilling into me, he slowly thrust in and out of me, coming to a stop as we both rode out the waves of pleasure that continued to wash over us.

Until we were left as a hot, sweaty, mess entangled on our bed.

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