I Need You Alpha

POV: Zoey

The room was dimly lit, the afternoon sun filtering through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the space. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the very walls were holding their breath. I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with thoughts of the meeting I was about to have. The Alpha. The most powerful figure in our pack. I had been summoned, and even though I didn’t know why, my instincts told me it was important. But nothing could have prepared me for what awaited me.

As I crossed the threshold, my eyes adjusted to the light, and there he was. Sitting in a plush armchair by the window, his broad shoulders filling the space, his presence commanding yet oddly familiar. My breath caught in my throat as recognition hit me like a freight train. It was him. The man from last night. The stranger I had met at the bar, the one whose eyes drew me in like a moth to a flame. The one I had taken back to my room, whose touch had set my body on fire. My Alpha.

Our eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still. The room around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us suspended in a moment of raw, unspoken desire. I felt my body react instantly, my core clenching at the memory of his hands on my skin, his mouth on mine. How could this be? How could the man I had shared such an intense, passionate night with be the same person I was supposed to revere, to obey? My Alpha.

He rose from the chair, his movements graceful yet powerful, his gaze never leaving mine. “I told you I was going to find you, didn’t I?” he teased, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. I remembered his words from the night before, how he had whispered them against my skin as he kissed me, his promise lingering in the air long after he had left. But I had never imagined this.

“Now, I’m supposed to ask you who you are and how you got into my room last night,” I began, my voice trembling slightly, though not from fear. It was disbelief, mixed with a surge of longing that threatened to overwhelm me. I took a step forward, my eyes searching his, needing to understand. But as I looked at him, at the man who had made me feel things I had never felt before, I realized I didn’t care about the questions. Not really.

“But I don’t fucking care,” I confessed, my voice steady now, filled with conviction. “I just want to hold you in my arms and kiss your soft lips all day and all night long.” The words were out before I could stop them, raw and honest, a reflection of the desire burning within me. I didn’t care about the implications, about the power dynamics, about anything except the way he made me feel.

He closed the distance between us in two long strides, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing my jawline. “Shhhhhh,” he hushed me, his lips descending to mine in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was a kiss that silenced my doubts, my questions, my disbelief. A kiss that reminded me of the night we had shared, of the way he had made my body sing, of the way he had left me breathless and wanting more.

“I can’t believe that you’re the Alpha,” I murmured against his lips, my hands clutching at his shirt, my nails digging into his skin. “How the hell did I...”

“Shhhhhh,” he repeated, his lips moving to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “No more questions, sugar. Let’s savor every minute and make it count. I know it’s only been a few hours since you ran out of my hotel suite, but I miss you so much. I want you so bad.”

His words sent a jolt of desire through me, my body responding to his as if it had a mind of its own. I felt my nipples harden, my core grow wet, my skin flush with heat. I wanted him. Needed him. The man from last night, the Alpha, the stranger who had become so much more. I didn’t care about the consequences, about the rules, about anything except the way he made me feel.

He pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body, his touch both familiar and exhilarating. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine, his taste flooding my senses. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, a reminder of the night we had shared, of the way he had filled me, claimed me, made me his.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice rough with need, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to see you. All of you.”

I didn’t hesitate, my hands moving to the buttons of my blouse, my fingers trembling slightly as I undid them one by one. I slipped the fabric off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, exposing my lace-covered breasts. His eyes raked over me, his gaze hungry, his breath coming in short gasps.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands moving to my bra, his fingers deftly unhooking it. I shivered as he slid the straps down my arms, baring me to his gaze. His eyes lingered on my nipples, already tight and aching for his touch.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. “Show me how much you want me.”

I obeyed, my hands moving to my breasts, my fingers teasing my nipples, my touch light and teasing. I moaned softly, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. I could feel his eyes on me, feel his desire like a physical force, and it only fueled my own.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands moving to my skirt, his fingers sliding into the waistband. “Keep going. For me.”

I did, my hands moving lower, my fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I moaned as I touched myself, my fingers circling my clit, my body arching into my own touch. I was wet, so wet, my desire for him overwhelming.

“Stop,” he commanded suddenly, his voice sharp. I froze, my hands stilling, my breath coming in short gasps. He stepped closer, his hands gripping my hips, his touch firm yet gentle. “I want to do that. I want to make you come apart in my hands.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my body trembling with anticipation. I wanted that too. Wanted him to touch me, to claim me, to make me his. Again.

He slid my panties down my legs, his hands moving to my thighs, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. He knelt before me, his hands gripping my ass, his mouth moving to my core. I gasped as his tongue touched me, his lips parting my folds, his mouth devouring me.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair, my body arching into his touch. He was relentless, his tongue flicking my clit, his fingers slipping inside me, his mouth sucking and licking and tasting me. I was close, so close, my body tightening, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice muffled against my skin. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

I did, my body shuddering as my orgasm ripped through me, my walls clenching around his fingers, my cry echoing through the room. He held me, his mouth never leaving me, his hands gripping me tightly, as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

When it was over, I was trembling, my legs weak, my body still buzzing with sensation. He rose to his feet, his hands moving to my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. “Now it’s my turn,” he whispered, his eyes dark with desire, his voice thick with need.

I smiled, my hands moving to his belt, my fingers deftly unbuckling it. I wanted him. Needed him. The man from last night, the Alpha, the stranger who had become so much more. I didn’t care about the consequences, about the rules, about anything except the way he made me feel.

As I slid his pants down his legs, my hands moving to his hardness, my mouth watering at the sight of him, I knew this was just the beginning. The beginning of something intense, passionate, and utterly consuming. And as our lips met once more, our bodies pressing together, our desire igniting like a flame, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held. But for now, I was content to savor every moment, every touch, every kiss, with the man who had become my everything.

The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, our moans and gasps echoing off the walls, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. And as he entered me, filling me completely, his name on my lips, I knew this was just the start of something extraordinary. Something that would change everything.

“Don’t you ever run away from me again, Lina. I want you in my life, I want you to be my chosen mate.” He told me, looking deeply into my eyes. I smiled shyly, thinking about my family and Richard too. What if it is fate that led me to him?

“I thought I was in love with another man, but I’m attracted to you like never before. I want you too, Alpha , I need you." I confessed, smiling. His face brightened up with a wider smile and he leaned to kiss me again. But he stopped when we got interrupted by a soft knock on the door,

“Alpha, we need you.”