ALPHA GAMES: The Blood Alpha's Impossible Mate

‘Come with me… I want the whole world to know that you’re mine. That you are my one and only,’ he said while playing with her long blonde hair. ‘Sweetheart, come with me outside…’ Lennon added.

          He stood up and extended his hand. She felt like royalty as he helped her to her feet. Just being next to him made her dizzy with pleasure, but when he proceeded to put his arm around her waist, it was almost too much.

‘I can’t. You’re Lennon Stark, the rock star. Everybody wants to be near you, and I can’t deal with that. I don’t like the limelight,’ she whispered. ‘I’m not ready to go outside, to meet people… I might never be ready…’

‘Alright, I understand…’ he replied and kept holding her hand. ‘We’ll stay here, in your bedroom… For as long as you want.’

          ‘Who are you really? The rock star everybody sees or the simple man sitting in front of me?’

‘Is this a dream, Lennon? Or are we really here… together?’ she asked softly.

‘What does it matter, sweetheart? We’re here… Together… That’s all that matters…’

          The cool air entering the room felt delicious as it washed over her. Dream or not, the man she loved was with her and that was all she wanted. And even if it was a dream, she wanted to keep it forever in her memory.

          Lennon squeezed her waist, bringing her closer to him. As astonishing as it was, she knew he wanted her. What she didn't know was if it was because she was a novelty, because he felt compelled to sleep with every woman in reach, or if he really liked her.

          What she also didn't know was if she cared.

          This was Lennon Stark. The one, the only.

          He was everything dreams are made of and he wanted… her. At least for tonight.

          The hand at her waist moved slowly up her back. Using some strange alchemy, he moved in front of her without her knowing how. His gaze found hers and held her steady. He leaned slowly forward until she felt his warm breath.

          Then he kissed her. Slowly, softly, with a gentleness that made her knees weak. His tongue touched the inside of her lips, and she breathed him in and met his caress with one of her own. Lennon pulled her closer, so they were chest to chest, hips to hips, and her arms curled around his neck.

          Lennon groaned, and she drifted into a state of pure bliss as he thoroughly, patiently, sweetly explored every inch of her mouth. It wasn't just a kiss, in the same way, Lennon wasn't just a man. His taste stole her breath, his scent stole her senses, and his body stole her will.

          She could hardly believe it when he pulled back, when he met her gaze again, and let her go. Her hurt must have shown because he frowned in sympathy.

‘I think you're very brave, Everly Vivienne Rock. I admire the way you're going after your future, even if you have this small limitation.  But your vlog is what you need to stay on your feet, to seize the day. You deserve all the success and happiness in the world, and I'm glad I’ve met you.’

‘But?’ she asked, not sure she wanted to hear the rest.

‘You need me like a hole in the head, sweetheart. You're as enticing a woman as I've ever seen, so don't you dare think otherwise. But this isn't supposed to be. If I wasn't such a selfish bastard, I'd have kept my hands to myself all night... In fact, I shouldn’t be here, in your room…  You were too tempting.’

‘But I called you here… I invited you…’

          He laughed, filling the room with his deep baritone.

‘I should’ve said ‘no’. You're a special woman… When I say you don't need me to mess things up, you'd better believe it.’

‘What if I want things messy?’

          Lennon leaned forward until his warm breath fanned her cheek.

‘Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.’

          Lennon's whisper slid into her ear and uncoiled there like a kiss, tempting and serpentine.

‘Because I might get it? Finally?’

          He nodded.

‘Lyv… You’re my dream girl…’ he whispered as his hand pulled her even closer.

          His lips brushed hers lightly, rubbed back and forth with such gentle teasing. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled his sweet breath and relaxed her body, leaning against him, letting his strength carry her away, to another dimension.

          ‘If this is a dream, please don’t you ever let me wake up…’ she thought and moaned.

          Lennon’s hand skimmed over her back, over the bare skin above her dress, almost tickling, sensitizing, making her fight not to move. A touch of his tongue on her lower lip, a sigh, his other hand stroked her arm as if she were a pampered cat. She held on to him, rocked ever so slightly back and forth as she tasted him, then withdrew.

‘Lyv…’ he murmured her name so she could taste it, then the kiss deepened.

          The echo of their breathing, the shivery tingles from his teasing touch… Aware of each, aware of nothing but the promise of the next second.

‘What do you like, Lyv?’ he asked softly, caressing her with the light, padded curve of his thumb, bringing it back down along the arch of her cheek, then running it along her lips. ‘What do you want me to do to you?’

‘To me?’ she asked with interest, eyelids lowering another notch.

‘To you, with you… for you.’

‘Everything you want… Everything your heart desires…’ she replied, leaning forward to swipe another taste of his lips.

‘That sounds perfect.’

          Lennon traced, with kisses, the line his thumb had made.

‘I thought so.’

‘Only…’

‘What?’ she asked as her hand curved around the nape of his neck.

‘Are you sure, baby?’

          She nodded.

‘I am… Promise you’re going to take care of me…’

‘Always and forever… ’

‘Very good.’

‘No,’ he said as his lips lowered to hers, ‘this is very good.’

          She melted. Rowed into a puddle of mush as he showed her again why he was the sexiest man on the planet… He stroked, sucked, darted, and lingered in a way that brought the simple kiss into the realm of high art. She'd never felt anything like it, not once.

          He did something seriously hot with the tip of his tongue, and her fingers corded through his hair to make absolutely, positively certain he wasn't going anywhere. As his hand slid down the curve of her behind, she pressed against him tighter.

          If this was how he kissed… how would he make love?

          ‘How would I survive finding out?’

          The hand on her behind was confident, and so was the erection pressing against her hip. He moved just enough to start the friction, to get her motor purring. And then he pulled away, leaving her open-mouthed and disappointed.

          His smile told her he wasn't finished… that he hadn't really started. His gaze told her he was going to make sure she never forgot this night.

          He slipped off his tuxedo jacket, then undid his tie. She didn't move a muscle, just watched as he continued to undress. It wasn't a striptease or anything. But it was incredibly sexy to watch this man reveal himself to her piece by piece.

          When the shirt came off, she had to steady herself against the chair next to her.

          His chest was… perfect!

          It was the chest that all other chests in the male kingdom would be measured against. Perfectly muscled, just enough golden tan, ditto with the light dusting of dark hair, it made her want to lick him from shoulder to shoulder and then straight on down till she hit pay dirt or died of sheer pleasure. Pictures and music videos didn't do him justice.

          Then his hand went to his belt. She swallowed hard. He pulled the leather tongue out of the loop, leaving his button exposed. A moment later that was undone, and his fingers were on his zipper. She stopped breathing. Stopped any movement except for her thudding heart.

          The sound of the zipper lowering echoed off the walls and stirred her up like a milkshake. He swerved right, and touched himself there, making himself hard with a flick of his thumb. She inhaled sharply, dizzy from holding her breath so long.

          With tremendous effort, she shifted her gaze to his face, to his wicked grin. He caught her off guard with a wink and caused her to press her legs tightly together. Then his hands went to his trousers, and he lowered them inch by slow inch.

          It took her a minute to realize his underwear was going right along with the pants. And then she froze. Her gaze didn't waver, she didn't even blink. She just watched as more flesh came into view. A dark line of hair pointed to the promised land, and then she saw the head of his member.

          He was thick and hard and long enough to rock her world until the next year. She breathed again, a gasp that bounced against the walls, as his pants slipped down and he stepped out of them. He stood before her, in this odd, warm room with the soft lights, naked and so stunning it almost hurt to look at him.

‘One of us,’ he whispered, taking a step toward her, ‘is quite overdressed.’

          Her hand went to her stomach, surprised that she was, indeed still wearing her… dress? Her shoes?

‘Oh…’ she said. ‘Why am I dressed like this?’

‘I don’t know, sweetheart, but I got the solution…’

          He approached her slowly, allowing her to look at… EVERYTHING. His thick, proud erection made her sigh. He stepped behind her, but while Lennon was unzipping her dress, she started hearing a noise… a strange but familiar noise, coming from afar…

‘Is this a dream?’ she asked.

‘A dream…’ he repeated, then disappeared and she was all alone… again.

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          Everly opened her eyes and got up in her bed… Her heart was racing and she was panting. She looked around and then swallowed hard. She was dreaming… Again! Dreaming about Lennon Stark…

“This is so childish… I can’t keep dreaming of a rock star who doesn’t even know I exist… This is not who I am.”

          It was a thing that only a teenager could experience. Dreaming about a rock star… or an actor… It’s wasted time and wasted energy. But it felt so real… Like she was really making love to him.  

“You need to stop this nonsense. And you need to rest,” she said slowly. “You need your strength and energy. Those chapters won’t edit themselves…”

          She put her head on the pillow again and forced herself back to sleep. But her body was still throbbing. Sure, it was all just a dream, but still… All she wanted was this Lennon Stark’s touch…

          Everly closed her eyes and all she could think was his touch, his kisses… the way he was making her hot and crazy…

“Maybe I should write about it… About the way he makes me feel,” Everly said slowly staring at the ceiling. “About how much I want him… and love him…”

          She breathed hard and closed her eyes. Maybe, one day, she will write about falling in love with a rock star…

“One story at a time, Everly…” she whispered, instants before falling asleep.