The Alpha's Contracted Lover
Anastasia King · Completed · 105.9k Words
Introduction
"I need to be close to your scent. All you have to do is sign."
Emily met the man who helped her a few days ago. But he could be a different person totally - a pervert that sneaked into women's bathrooms to see naked Emily. To save her father's life, Emily signed the contract which written Emily have to be beside him at all time. With Emily's assistance, Berton successfully completed the succession ceremony, and the two gradually developed feelings for each other during their time together. However, Emily suddenly heard that Berton was planning to marry another woman when she known she was pregnant. Emily has decided to leave pack and head to the human world.
As years pass, a chance invitation beckons her back to the very place she vowed to leave behind. Disguised and determined, Emily faces her past—but what awaits her return? In a world where status and bloodlines dictate the rhythm of life, can the love between an Alpha and an omega survive the dissonance of prejudice and ambition?
Chapter 1
Emily's POV
"Please. Fuck me."
My voice was laced with desire when I felt the soft lips of the man nibbling my skin. I held tightly onto the sheets, trying to control the burning need inside of me, but my body had the mind of its own as it arched forward to close the proximity between us.
Another nibble, another taunt, another touch that made my body stretch taut with desire.
"Say it again."
His stiff cock brushed past my swollen pussy lips, making my toes curl while sending yet another rush of chills.
Then he nibbled at my ears and commanded in a moaned whisper. "Say it again."
"Fuck me."
"Please."
"Mmmh." Biting my lower lip, I buried the rest of the sounds down my throat.
"No panties? What kind of slut leaves your pussy bare?"
I rocked my waist to let him know I was all slick, and wet.
His bare skin brushed against my bare thighs and his shaft pressed against my stomach. Excitement bobbled inside of me as every kiss brought tons of butterflies to my stomach. The heat, the pleasure, the lightning illuminating the figure of the muscular man was all I could see, and feel.
He leaned in closer, our breaths mingling in the warm air, and our lips met in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of the affection that bound us together. At that moment, time seemed to slow down, as if the universe itself was holding its breath awed by the pure and unadulterated pleasure.
His hand cupped my breasts, and he fondled it while stabbing his tongue into my mouth, searching desperately for mine. I moaned, writhed and arched underneath him, but he seemed to be more occupied with torturing me then listening to my silent pleas. I wanted him to release me from the shackles of pleasure holding me captive.
His hand moved further down until they touched my wet, aching folds. I moaned against his lips as he slowly stroked me, causing my body to burn as all I could focus on was the burning sensation down there. His mouth found my breasts, and he played with them. Kissing, licking, and sucking as he swirled his warm tongue around my hard nipples.
Oh, heavens! How could I possibly endure this much pleasure from this man?
"Oh my fucking God!" I cried, rocking my hips faster. "I'm close."
Another gasp escaped my throat when his fingers slid into me, going in and out in a rhythm.
"Fuck, you're tight." He said before gradually quickening his pace. I threw my head back as I reached my release. My body relaxed, but I wasn't sated yet and neither was him.
I felt the tip of his shaft rubbing against my entrance. He was warning and teasing me at the same time about what was about to come. I stared at the man above me and my heart fluttered. I wanted this to happen, there was no mistake about that. As if he saw the certainty in my eyes, he pushed slowly into me, and he groaned, the rumbling sound of his chest echoed within me. The sound of his groan was so masculine, and so arousing.
He went slowly at first, so I could adjust to him, but my body was desperate. My fingers dug into his skin, urging him on, and in no time he was already going all out. His lips met mine as he thrusted hard, faster and deeper into me. Sounds of pleasure rolled from my lips. He was unrestrained, each thrust pushing me closer to the finish line as he hit that soft spot.
Just before I could reach the sweet release, a loud beeping sound jolted me awake. I gasped before I darted my eyes around the room in panic. It was already morning and the sun peeked from the slightly open curtains.
I felt wetness between my legs. Glancing down, I noticed the damp on my nightwear. So that was a dream. Placing my palms on my cheeks, I felt my cheeks contrasting with the cooler temperature of my palms. The face of the man was blurry but I was certain that it was Steven, my boyfriend. I believed I had that wet dream because we haven't had sex for a long time now.
I heaved a sigh as I quickly slid out of bed to rush back into the bathroom. The bath was short, and I rushed out of the bathroom with a towel around my chest. I got dressed within a few minutes and tied my hair up in a ponytail. Grabbing my bag and jacket, I stepped out of my small apartment.
I had only a few minutes left to get to work. Thankfully, my workplace was close to the apartment because I couldn't afford the transportation from home to work every day.
My feet pounding against the cobblestones as I took long strides through the maze-like streets, passing several buildings and shops. My gaze landed on the restaurant. Its opulent facade is illuminated by the soft glow of a thousand twinkling lights. Inside, the sound of laughter and slow music echoed through the building. It was not just any ordinary building; it was a symbol of wealth, power, and influence.
The warmth in the restaurant was perfect for a date with your significant other and thinking about it, I remember Steven's birthday was coming soon, and I had plans to use my paycheck this month for him. Perhaps we could dine here today because nothing would be more pleasing than spending your time and money on someone dear to you. We had been saving a lot, perhaps this time we could use the money for ourselves on his birthday.
The thought of it alone brought a smile to my lips. However, that smile disappeared the next moment when I glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows and noticed a familiar figure sitting close to it.
Was that Steven? What was he doing there? And who was that woman sitting in front of him? My body froze as I stared at him in disbelief. I could see him laughing at something she said while staring at her with so much love in his eyes. He took a spoonful of his food and fed it to her before reaching down for a kiss. My heart sank, and my eyes stung with tears.
What was going on? Was this another dream? Were my tears playing a truck on me? Why would Steven do this to me? Who was that lady?
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