The Next Alpha

*Rose*

This isn’t how I thought the ball was going to go earlier in the day when I was picking out this gown. I expected to stay for a few hours, to possibly dance with all of the Alphas, but when Reece gave me the opportunity to leave, I took it.

After all, I saw Emily there, and if I stayed, I might’ve had to speak to her again.

Or be further tormented.

This is a much better idea.

He holds my hand tightly as we walk down the hallway. We aren’t hurrying, but at the same time, he isn’t slowing down, and I have to rush a little to keep up with him. His legs are a lot longer than mine, after all.

We reach a room near where I saw Tristan and Mark speaking the night before, and I have to imagine this is Reece’s room. Of the four, I imagine he is probably the neatest, the tidiest, and I guess his room is probably kept immaculately.

So when he opens the door and has to push some dirty clothes aside with his foot, I’m surprised.

“Sorry,” he says. “I was expecting the maids to be in here while we were at the ball.”

I glance around and see some empty beer bottles, a discarded plate of food, and some more dirty clothes strewn about. It almost makes me laugh.

Not quite the beautiful flowers or candlelight I’ve been used to.

But the bed is made, and it looks soft and inviting, the light blue comforter pulled back on one corner. The bed beckons to us, even if the room doesn’t.

Reece stands next to me, a questioning expression on his face. “Are you sure… you wanna do this?”

I look at him, my eyebrows raised. I remember what he said to me earlier about me being able to back out if I want to, that we could just lie there, and he would hold me.

It was a sweet gesture, it really was. After I’d gotten so mixed up with my emotions about Mark, who apparently wasn’t impressed with me at all, and Tristan, who was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kinda guy, I thought just lying in Reece’s arms and chatting would be a nice change of pace.

But it wouldn’t be fair. He shouldn’t be punished because he was nice. This is his chance to become king. Who am I to take it away from him?

Unless, of course, he is just trying to get out of having sex with me.

That makes perfect sense, now that I think about it, based on everything he’s heard about me from the men who’ve come before him.

“Do you… do you want to?” I ask him, my voice quivering a little.

“Do I want to… make love to you?” he asks, and I realize he’s used a more intimate term than what I had been calling it in my head.

I nod. I don’t see the point in correcting him.

A smile pulls up the corners of his mouth. “Well, yeah, of course, I do,” he says. “Why wouldn’t I?”

I can think of a lot of reasons, but I don’t see the point in listing them off for him.

He reaches over and cups my cheek with his hand. “I just want to make sure you’re ready, Rose. I want to give you an opportunity to really explore what your body is capable of. I want to bring you pleasure like you’ve never imagined.”

I feel my face catch fire, and my core begins to tighten. This handsome Alpha is so concerned about me that he cares about how I feel?

He steps closer to me, and his lips graze my mouth lightly. I imagine this is what an angel’s wings must feel like.

I respond to him, pressing into him as his arms encircle me, and I run my fingers through his hair. The kiss deepens, and I taste him for the first time. He tastes like punch, a bit of strawberry and orange, and I imagine he must’ve had a drink of something fruity at the ball.

I didn’t get a chance for anything like that.

But I’m okay with it.

Reece leads me over to the bed without releasing my lips. He kicks his shoes off and drops his mouth to my neck, softly peppering my burning flesh with his cool kisses. “I want to undress you,” he says quietly. “Will you let me?”

“Y-yes,” I whisper.

He takes his time, carefully removing my jewelry first before he bends down and unbuckles my shoes. When he stands back up, he is breathless, but not from exertion. His eyes are twinkling as he quietly says, “May I unzip your gown?”

I can’t breathe either, so I simply turn around. His fingers brush my shoulders, and then he lowers his hands and takes the zipper between his fingers, slowly tugging it down. The lower it goes, the more my flesh tingles with anticipation.

The dress drops to the ground, and I turn around. I am standing in front of him in my underwear, a matching lacy green silk panties and bra set, and he is fully dressed.

He is smiling widely at me, though.

I find my voice and say, “I think you’re overdressed.”

Reece chuckles and says, “Can you help me with that?”

I feel my face heat up again, but I don’t mind helping him. He doffs his jacket while I work on his tie and toss that aside, my trembling fingers moving to his buttons as he pulls out his belt.

Somehow, he even manages to get out of his socks without stopping, and I get to the bottom button, my eyes caressing every rippling muscle, my fingertips longing to drag over them.

When I reach the bottom of his shirt, he says, “Keep going,” and gives me a playful smile, shrugging out of it. I grin back at him and unbutton his pants, tugging carefully on the zipper, and he slides them down off of his hips. He’s wearing red briefs, and he looks incredible.

“We’re even now,” he tells me.

I nod and bite my bottom lip.

“Would you like to lay down?” he asks me.

Still unable to draw a deep breath, I move to the bed, and he comes with me, catching my lips with his as we both recline on the pillows. His kisses are still soft and loving, and as his hands roam over me, he takes his time, caressing me gently.

In a way, it reminds me of Mark, but I can’t let myself think of him right now. I need to focus on Reece.

He leans back and looks at me. “What would you like for me to do, Rose?”

I stare back at him, blankly. “Wh-what?” I ask him.

Grinning at me, he says, “Where do you want me to touch you?”

Shaking my head slightly, I admit, “I don’t know.”

“Take control, Rose. You’re in charge.”

I don’t know what to say or do. I don’t even know what to think. But he’s just lying there on the pillow, gazing at me.

So… I move to him, leaning over him and pressing my lips to his. He responds, kissing me back, and I run my hands along his chest, letting my nails drag over his abdomen. I stop short of the bulge in his underwear, but he whispers, “Rose? I’m yours, remember?”

And I realize he’s serious. He wants me to do whatever I’d like.

My hand drops lower, and I am touching his rock-hard dick through his underwear. He groans into my mouth, and I think he likes that, so I grab him harder, running my hand along his shaft.

If he was naked, this would be easier. I decide he needs to be.

Grabbing hold of his waistband, I yank his underwear down. He helps me by lifting his hips, and I pull them down. His cock springs out of them, and I am amazed at how big he is, too.

It must just be part of being an Alpha….

Now that he is naked, I want to touch him everywhere. I have read about women taking a man’s shaft into their mouth, but I don’t think I’m ready for that. I will stick to my hands for now.

The sounds he is making let me know that he really likes this.

I feel myself growing wetter and wetter as my muscles tighten just thinking about him.

His hand grazes my breast through my bra, and it feels good, but I want it to feel better. I reach around and unhook my bra. It falls to my elbows, and he gasps, smiling at me.

I take it off and toss it away, and he begins to rub my breasts, fingering my nipples. I close my eyes and enjoy it, but as good as it feels, I’m still not satisfied.

I lean over him, and he takes a nipple between his lips, massaging the other with his hand, and I find my heart beginning to race.

I find myself rocking back and forth on his cock, but my panties are in the way. I need them off. I don’t want to pull away from his expert mouth, though.

Reaching back, I try to slide them off, and Reece realizes I’m struggling and helps me. When they are discarded, and we are both completely nude, I straddle him, rubbing myself along his shaft. I am so wet, and he is so hard, it feels so good without him even penetrating me.

But he has to do that in order to have his chance at getting me pregnant.

I’m just not sure how that will work with me on top of him.

Pulling back slightly, I look down at him, biting my bottom lip.

“What is it, darlin’?” he asks me, and I like how sweet that name sounds. Not darling–not something so formal–darlin’, like we have known each other for years.

“Can you… help me?” I ask, feeling my face flame again.

“Sure. With what?”

I don’t know how to explain. I was sort of hoping he’d just… figure it out. I look down at his massive cock, and he gets the picture.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, darlin’,” he says. “Push up onto your knees.” He grabs hold of his dick and holds it upright, and then he guides me over the top of him so that he is poised at my entrance. As I lower down, Reece uses his hand to hold me open so I can slide around him.

“Gooooddesss,” I moan as I come down, consuming him. He chuckles slightly, and once I am on him, he pulls his hand back and places both of them on my hips.

I begin to work up and down, and he uses his hands to guide me. It feels so good, I feel myself beginning to come undone already.

“Do whatever feels good to you, Rose,” he says, his tone still soft and gentle.

I’m not sure what might feel better, but what I am doing already feels great, so I keep doing it until I feel my muscles begin to spasm around him.

Reece continues to touch me, rubbing my breasts and my bottom, but then he slides his thumb back inside of my folds and finds my most sensitive area. He strokes it, pressing hard, pinching, and with each touch, I feel myself slip further and further over the edge.

I fall over the ledge then, panting and moaning. I continue to move my hips the best I can, but it’s hard when I feel like my entire body is tightened around his hard cock.

After a few moments, Reece starts to buck beneath me, increasing the pace until we are both breathless and crying out, and then, I feel his seed filling me.

Immediately, I climb off him, lying down on my back. I don’t want a single one of his chances to go to waste.

“Rose, are you okay?” he asks, still breathless but obviously concerned.

I nod my head, still unable to speak, but when I can finally talk again, all I can manage to say is, “Swimmers.”

Reece bursts out laughing and then drops down and kisses me. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he asks.

I’m not sure what I’ve said that has made him react that way, but I smile back at him.

“Thank you, Rose,” he says. “That was incredible. Would you like to stay here with me tonight? Or if you’re more comfortable, we can move to your room, and I can stay with you there.”

I am so tired, I can’t imagine putting that gown back on now. “Stay,” I tell him, resting a hand on his arm.

His response… “Always.”