Chapter 7

Christopher eased my dress down a bit farther, exposing my breast. His mouth was swift to encircle my nipple. I blacked out momentarily, the surge of pleasure so potent that my back arched, and a guttural moan slipped from my lips, louder than I’d anticipated.

He slid the other strap down, revealing my other breast, but this one he gently squeezed with his other hand, amplifying the pleasure coursing through me.

He let go of my breasts, leaving my body yearning for his touch, and then his hands moved to my waist while his kisses trailed down my belly, pushing the dress down with each movement until it was completely off, revealing my lace panties.

Christopher took a moment to admire my body, then sighed and climbed back up, positioning his body over mine. One of his hands held me, while the other moved to my face.

“You mentioned that jerk took your virginity,” he said, his voice soft.

“Yes,” I replied, unable to meet his gaze.

Christopher gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“So, you’ve never been with a real man before. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated. How real sex should be. I want you to forget everything he did to you, and I want you to consider this your first time,” he murmured against my lips, his words sounding like a command.

He kissed me urgently while his hands roamed down my body to the strap of my panties.

He broke our kiss momentarily and looked at me as he slid my panties down and off, so slowly it was almost torturous. I felt the blood rush to my lower body, my sex pulsating in anticipation. Then, without breaking eye contact, he parted my legs, and my breath hitched as he slowly ran his thumb over my clitoris and my slit; the shock of pleasure was even more intense.

I was completely wet, and his finger glided through my arousal. Christopher’s face was so close to my sex that I could feel his warm breath, and he smiled before his lips enveloped my clit, making me cry out.

I had never experienced anything like this.

My breaths were short, rhythmic gasps, and the waves of pleasure built up inside me, pooling in my belly. It felt like with each circular movement of his tongue, I was inching closer to the peak, and I had no idea what was coming. I moaned with each breath.

And then he slid a finger inside me. It glided through my wetness, and it was too much—I couldn’t handle it. I was catapulted into an orgasm.

I had never felt anything like this before. The waves of pleasure were so intense that they elicited a scream from deep within me—a scream of pure, intense pleasure.

He didn’t stop his movements. For him, that wasn’t enough. My body was so sensitive and responsive to his touch that it wasn’t long before I came again—the wave of pleasure more intense than before.

But Christopher didn’t stop; his curves and circular movements continued, and the pressure and pleasure that had just subsided started to build up again.

When I came again, the room seemed to light up. The full moon that signified fertility—the whole reason for the ball—had waned since the night I’d mated with Mathew. But now, the moon was full again, brighter than ever.

It felt like there was something greater than me and the alpha at play.

When it was all over, I tried to catch my breath. My mouth was dry, and only then did I open my eyes to see Christopher propped up on one elbow next to me, watching me with a smile on his face.

“That was…indescribable,” I managed to say, still panting.

Christopher pulled me into his arms and gently kissed my forehead. It was such a tender and intimate gesture that it left me breathless again.

“Nothing more than you deserve,” he whispered against my forehead.

My hands moved to his belt, but he shook his head and gently guided my hands away.

“No, honey. I got satisfied just watching you cum. You don’t have to do anything,” he whispered and then brought my hand to his mouth, kissing my fingertips.

He said I didn’t need it, but I wanted it. I had never felt anything like that. I wanted him. I couldn’t explain it. It could be the lust of the moment, but I wanted him.

I stretched out on the bed so our faces were level, and I stared at him for a few seconds before pressing my lips to his. The soft touch of his lips was enough to reignite my desire. All the sexual tension and desire that had been released seconds ago were building up again, and it seemed even stronger. It was as if nothing was enough to quench this fire.

My hands moved to his arms, tracing the shape of his biceps, and then rested on his chest. I squeezed lightly, and feeling his strong muscles turned me on even more. My fingers moved down, tracing every ridge of his abdomen, and I felt him tense as I traced my way to his crotch.

I separated our lips just enough to look at him.

“I know you said you don’t need it, but I want to,” I said. My words made him close his eyes and exhale deeply.

When I ran my palm over the bulge in his pants, even over his clothes, he growled.

“Fuck, Scarlett.” Those were the words that slipped from his lips before he kissed me again, this time with even more intensity.

My fingers tugged at his shirt, and he helped me take it off, revealing his scarred muscles once again to me. My hands moved to his belt, and he continued to kiss me while he helped me undress him.

I felt my heart race. Even though I wanted to, it was new, and I was filled with a twinge of fear and insecurity.

When he pulled his pants down along with his underwear, revealing his dick, I didn’t know what to do, but Christopher covered me with his body and started kissing my neck. All the fear and insecurity melted away and gave way to more pleasure.

I felt him position himself at my entrance, but his lips moved to my ear.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to,” he said and pulled back to look at me. Looking into his blue eyes, it was like I was in a trance.

I just bit my lip and nodded.

“I do.” My words were the cue for him to begin slowly.

I was so incredibly aroused and wet that despite his size, he slid in without any resistance. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him, but with every inch he claimed, it was as if I was being drawn deeper into a sea of pleasure. There was no pain, only an overwhelming sense of being filled—not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually as well.

It was as if our bodies were making love, but our souls were too. I could see in his eyes that he felt it too—that he understood.

“Okay?” he asked, and I responded with a throaty moan of pleasure, filled with desire, wanting him deeper.

I pushed my hips against his, and I heard him moan too. He was gentle as he thrust firmly and slowly until he increased the pace, making me moan again with each breath, which at that moment was reduced to gasps.

His moans were hoarse and rhythmic. I knew he was also close. I was so lost in pleasure that I knew I wouldn’t last long, and when he ran his thumb over my clitoris again, that was all it took for me to reach another orgasm.

I felt my walls contract around him, and the moan that came from Christopher’s throat filled me. This orgasm was even more intense than the first because he came with me, and I’d really never imagined I would feel something like that.

He told me to forget my first time, but I was really a virgin to this kind of sex. Christopher just pulled me into his embrace, and I snuggled into him and fell asleep.

***

I woke up with a weight on my leg and my stomach. I opened my eyes slowly and tried to stretch, but two strong hands pulled me back, and a leg wrapped around my body, trapping me in a hug.

It took less than a second for his strong, wonderful smell to hit my nostrils, and I remembered that I was in bed with the alpha. I was spooning the fucking alpha.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he murmured against the skin of my neck, making me shiver and sigh.

“Good morning,” I replied, turning around, still in his embrace, to face Christopher.

I found myself lost in his sky-blue eyes, so close to him, his full, soft lips inviting me, and he smiled, making me sigh again.

But it was him again who closed the distance between us and kissed me. It was quick until the kiss became intense again, but a sound interrupted us.

It was a vibrating cell phone. He stopped kissing me and looked at me, frowning.

He reached for his bedside table but soon said, “It’s not mine.”

His words gave me goosebumps. Who would be calling me?

“It must be mine,” I replied, as I turned to look inside my bag that was on the other bedside table.

But Christopher wasted no time. He hugged me again and planted kisses all over my neck and down my shoulder while I picked up my cell phone, completely distracting me.

The name on my cell phone screen made my heart freeze. I let out a breath, and Christopher noticed.

It was Mathew. I put my cell phone back and felt a tear fall uncontrollably.

“What?” Christopher asked, making me turn to him.

I looked away.

“Scarlett, what’s wrong?” he asked again.

“It’s Mathew,” I responded quickly, as if with him the truths were escaping my mouth.

“Your mate?” he asked, and I just nodded.

“Answer it.”

I stared at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want to talk to him,” I said, my voice was low like a whisper.

“You need to tell him he’s an asshole and end everything between you two,” he said, like it was the simplest thing to do.

Then suddenly his eyes darkened, and he looked away before asking. “Or do you still want something with him?”

“No, of course not. I just don’t want to have to talk to him. What am I going to say?” It came out like a plea.

“That he’s an asshole and that it’s all over. Go ahead, Scarlett, answer it,” he said.

It made sense. I felt so safe with him that it was automatic when I answered.

I put the phone to my ear, but I was completely silent.

“Scarlett,” Mathew said on the other end of the line.

“Where are you?”

“That doesn’t matter to you. We are over; there is nothing more between us,” I said, trying to hold back the tears that were forming.

“Of course it matters; I’m your mate,” he shouted from his cell phone, and I saw Christopher squirm next to me.

“You lied to me. I was at Tyler’s last night, and I saw you. You lied to me, saying you were home, and then I saw you kiss another girl in front of me, Mathew,” I said, choking at the end. The crying came hard, and I lost control of my voice.

He was silent for a few seconds when he realized he had been caught. “I’m still your mate,” he said sternly.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and then, in a movement I didn’t expect, I felt my cell phone being snatched from my hand.

“Not anymore, you asshole. You lost. She’s mine now,” Christopher said without shouting, just firm—like the greatest certainty in the universe—and then he hung up.