Fated: An Alpha Male Romance

by Walker, K. Alex

I wish that I could say that thinking about her constantly was becoming something of a nuisance, but I enjoyed the hell out of it. I’d gone from everyday fantasies to something that seemed like a compulsive preoccupation, and I still wasn’t quite ready to float back down to the grasp of normalcy just yet.

  I tossed my keys on the kitchen countertop and strode through the dark house, refusing to stop until I’d made it all the way to the master bathroom. I turned the shower lever to the coldest temperature that I knew my body could withstand before stripping off my clothes and jumping beneath the stream. My dick, now freed from the confines of my boxers, stood rock hard and warming the cold pellets of water that were actually supposed to be soothing it. Offing myself in the shower wouldn’t be enough; I needed a warm body.

  Caitlin.

  She loved our heavy sessions of no-strings sex probably even more than I did and with the Alexandra situation still unclear, if this was how my body was going to react to mere thoughts of her, then Caitlin wasn’t a bridge that I was ready to burn.

  I pushed back the shower door and then froze. Alexandra was standing in the middle of my bathroom completely naked, her nipples beaded.

  “I know you’re probably wondering how I got in,” she began. “Well, I —”

  “— don’t fucking care.”

  I stepped out of the shower and pulled her into my arms. My lips were on hers in seconds and I hoisted her into the air, wrapping her legs around my waist. We maneuvered into the shower and I pressed her against the tiled wall, using it for support as I traveled from her lips to her neck to her breasts. I loved the weight of her breasts in my mouth and the way her nipples responded to me. I loved the sound of her moans even more, which were now quiet gasps that she tried to suppress. But, we weren’t in her office or behind kitchen doors. We were in my home. Screaming was encouraged.

  I slipped my hand down to her pussy and cupped it. Warmth emanated into my palm and I parted her slit with my fingers before burying them inside of her. My cock throbbed when I felt her squeeze my fingers, and that same primal, unevolved instinct was pleading with me to lower her down right onto my dick. Skin to flesh. Physically, she belonged to someone else but I knew that a part of her belonged to me. It had to. She’d shown up outside of my shower door stark-ass naked just wanting to fuck me. A sane woman wouldn’t do that. She was going just as crazy as I was. We were in tuned to each other and I didn’t care how or when it happened. I was willing to admit, however, that I never thought someone as sexually reserved as Alexandra could have ever been my match.

  I started to pull my lips away from hers and she whimpered slightly while tugging on the back of my head to keep them joined together. The grin that broke out onto my face came suddenly and unexpectedly, and from a place that dodged every erotic pleasure center in my brain.

  She ran the tip of her tongue along the inside of my mouth before pulling away. Despite my best efforts, the stream from the shower had completely saturated her hair, but she didn’t seem to care. I knew that wet hair would mean hours of styling later, so I made a mental note to offer to pay for a salon visit since the onus was on me. But, studying her face as she watched me at that moment was…cute.

  Cute, wasn’t a word that I used often, but it fit.

  I secured her legs around my waist, stepped out of the glass shower enclosure, and walked our naked bodies to the bedroom. I placed her on top of the comforter, not giving a damn about how drenched it would get, and kissed her again. This time, I kissed her a bit more slowly, ensuring that I relished in every delectable corner of her mouth. I parted her legs, my fingers seemingly always pointing north into her pussy and gently pinched her clit. She sucked a quick breath of air into her lungs and I extended my finger deeper into her pussy until her hips lifted and she rocked into it. I was ready to taste her, but she stopped me when she noticed where I was headed.

  “Actually…wait.” She grabbed my head and pulled it back up. “Wait.”

  I touched a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “What’s wrong?”

  “I want to do something. Something to you.”

  “Do…what?” The muscle in my dick tugged. It knew it was being acknowledged.

  “Let me show y—”

  “No.” I brushed my lips across her jawline. “Tell me what you want to do.”

  She looked at me as though I’d suddenly put on a ski mask and was wielding a knife.

  “I, uh, want to perform —”

  “Tell me what you want to do to me, Alexandra. The words aren’t going to bite you and saying them won’t change the way I see you.”

  She huffed, and I found myself wanting to use the word “cute” again. It was amazing that a few words could cause her this much distress most likely because it had been ingrained in her that they weren’t “ladylike,” and using them would cause her to lose her self-respect. But, my fingers were in her pussy past the knuckle. It was ridiculous to be offended by alphabet letters at this point.

  “Alle,” I traced her ear with my tongue, “tell me what you want to do to me. I want to hear it. Never be afraid to be who you want to be with me.”

  She looked at me with alluring, glossy eyes and her grip on my shoulders tightened.

  “I…want…your dick. In my mouth. Crap. That sounded awful.”

  I groaned and then chuckled. “Sounded fine to me. Just know that this will be the last time you’ll need to ask.”

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  Alexandra

  He eased onto this back and I licked my lips. His erection stood proud and massive in front of me like a beautiful monument. I was apprehensive about starting because of my lack of experience, but I’d just told him that I wanted “his dick in my mouth.” I couldn’t back out of my newfound bravery.

  I pulled in a deep breath and quickly took him into my mouth, fitting in as much of the thick, wonderful appendage as I possibly could. He sucked air through his teeth and I looked up from my task, hoping that I hadn’t hurt him. Instead, his eyes were closed and he settled, giving me full control.

  I slid my mouth down over his shaft, using my hands to take in what my mouth couldn’t, and making sure to get his shaft nice and wet with each bob. He moaned and brushed his hand across my cheek before it found its way behind my head. When I felt him gently guide my head and his hips pump, I moaned along with him.

  “Shit…Alle.”

  Something about the way he’d used my name turned me on considerably.

  I moved up to his cockhead and pressed my thumb against the base. I rapidly flicked my tongue along the tip and then sucked it hard between my lips. His hips lifted from the mattress and I realized how much I loved having him in my mouth. As much as I’d thought about oral sex and wanted to do it, I was never really quite sure that I would enjoy it.

  In college, my friends had talked about it as though penises were the bane of their existence. Choruses of “I would never do it” and “It’s nasty” were always chimed whenever a brave soul would dare to bring up the topic. Of course, it would always be about some “other woman” that they’d heard had done it, or about a “friend” that had read about it in a Zane novel. The subsequent discussion about the “disgusting penis” would be followed up with how their perceptions of these women had changed because they’d condoned this type of behavior. Fellatio. The way they’d talked about it, you would have sworn it was going to bring about the Apocalypse.

  I’d chime in with a half-hearted “yeah” or “me neither” while images of bringing a strong man to his knees using only my mouth danced in the back of my head. I’d engulfed those Zane books like nourishment while hiding them from my friends behind the Jane Austen and Charlotte Brontë titles on my bookshelf. My relationship with Roderick never gave me the opportunity to venture that far out into my sexuality, but now, I wanted to taste Ethan at every opportunity.

  There was a grimace on his face that was situated along the border of pleasure. I sucked on his head and then took in the rest of his dick again, quieting my gag refl
ex until I felt his tip along the back of my throat. It made absolutely no sense that I could get this aroused by doing something that had no direct effect on my body, but the feeling of him pulsing on my tongue, his gentle guiding of my head, and his deep, guttural groans had me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

  I knew that he was ready to pay me back for my mouth’s torture when he started to pull away. I let his length slip slowly from my mouth, kissing his head when he was fully out. The moisture from my mouth had him glistening like a jewel, and his eyes were glazed over and turbulent. I decided to try another bold step and walked on all fours to the center of the bed. He stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes trailing over my body several times over. I fought the urge to feel overly vulnerable or exposed.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, ripping open a golden foil wrapper and positioning himself behind me. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.”

  Then, he grabbed my hips and plunged inside me, filling my entire crevice with his frustration.

  I bit my lip and he shook his head. “Scream, Alle.”

  The first time I could have justified as a mistake, but I’d followed this man to his house and stripped completely naked on my way up his stairs. I hadn’t even thought about how irrational that had been or what if I’d walked in on him and the gorgeous date he’d brought to the fundraiser. Ever since that night in my office, I’d been on autopilot. All of my inhibitions, everything that had prevented me from crossing the threshold of our work friendship, dissolved the minute he placed his hands on my shoulders. I was too far gone to turn back and one-hundred percent sure that I didn’t want to. Being with Ethan was the first time in my life that I felt like I could be sensual and desired without regret.

  He pulled my back into his chest and kissed me behind my ear. I could feel my climax building, and my body went on high alert to prepare for the crash. I felt him growing firmer inside me, signaling that he was also near. Then, he reached around and rolled my nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

  There was no going back. Ever. I just wasn’t sure what going forward meant for me and my relationship with Roderick. However, I had no current plans to let Ethan go.

  I couldn’t let him go.

  I released my lip and cried out as each pump of his pelvis met the soft curve of my ass. A heated surge shot between my legs like an arrow headed for its target. At that moment, I let go of everything: Roderick, my parents, my good girl image, everything…and focused on the electric, rippling orgasm tearing me apart from the inside out. I shattered as my climax arrived, and Ethan tugged me close to his body, his added warmth extending the feeling into a transcendental bliss. He kissed my jaw and my temple, and then pressed his forehead into the back of my head as I heard his grunting conclusion wash over him.

  I knew that everything wouldn’t fall perfectly into place, and my decision to continue finding myself with my legs wrapped around him would almost certainly lead to disaster, but my current voice of reason was the size of a pea. I was going to have Ethan and no amount of regret, fear, or foreboding was going to stop me from doing just that.

  Chapter Four

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  Alexandra

  I broke out into a cold sweat as I unwrapped my Christmas present from Roderick. The gift was small, jewelry-box small, and he watched on with a sense of impatience that made me extremely uncomfortable. I was sitting in the middle of my parents’ two story colonial, muscles sore from several unapologetic rounds with Ethan the night before, and praying that there was not a ring box inside.

  “You’re moving too slowly, Alexandra,” my father urged.

  I looked around the room. Both my parents looked hopeful, but Eli and Gia looked the same as I did — like a deer caught in headlights in that last moment before it was unexpectedly struck on an isolated road. Kai was in the corner, preoccupied by her mountain of gifts, and Grandma Evelyn was upstairs sleeping off a headache.

  “Do they know what’s in here?” I asked Roderick.

  “No,” he answered. “Hurry up.”

  I pulled away the wrapping paper until only the gift box was left. I lifted off the top and bile rose to the back of my throat when I saw a black, leathery square inside. A few months ago, my heart would have been pounding in anticipation for the day that I’d waited on for years. The day that meant that I was on the path to fulfilling the destiny that had been chosen for me. Now, all I could think was “please, no.”

  I overturned the box so that the slightly smaller one inside fell into my palm. Gia groaned and locked a nervous vise-grip onto Eli’s leg. Roderick shot her a look and very discreetly, she flipped him off. His face flushed and he shook his head as though he’d just chastised a hoodlum.

  I opened the cover.

  Diamond studs. Earrings.

  “Oh, how beautiful,” my mother gasped, moving over to sit on the floor next to me. Before she did, I noticed her eyes move in my father’s direction. He gave a curt nod, and then she situated herself beside me and tucked her legs underneath her body.

  “I noticed that you’d been coveting these earrings for a few months now,” Roderick spoke up.

  “Aren’t these the same ones that you’d called juvenile?” I asked, trying not to show too much relief that it was not an engagement ring.

  “I will admit that I was wrong,” he answered. “At first, I did think that they were beneath us. Studs are for little girls. Pearls are for women. But the governor’s wife was wearing some the other day, so I realized that it would be okay for you to wear them too.”

  I popped them in my ear. “Thank you, Rick. How do they look? Do you like them?”

  “They will grow on me.”

  “You look beautiful, Alle,” Eli offered.

  I smiled.

  “Well, it’s time for breakfast,” my mother announced, pushing up from the floor. “Come on, everybody.” She held out her hand. “Kai, come on.”

  Kai skipped over and grabbed my mother’s hand before they disappeared into the kitchen. Eli, Gia, and Roderick followed suit, but my father lingered behind. I knew that a lecture was coming, but as usual, I had no clue what it would be about.

  I began to push myself up from the floor simply to get him to start talking. If not, I’d be sitting under five minutes of his quiet, intense scrutiny. My father was like a less approachable version of Colin Powell in stature, presence, and appearance, rounded out with a James Earl Jones voice.

  “Sit down, Alexandra.”

  I returned to the floor. “What did I do, Daddy?”

  “Don’t Daddy me.” His frown burrowed deeper. “You know what you did.”

  “Ok. Well, I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry? You had that man worried sick, Alexandra!”

  My brain was still trying to piece everything together. “Who was worried sick? What is this about?”

  “Roderick told me that the last couple of days, the two of you have been periodically out of contact. That is inexcusable.”

  “Because I wasn’t feeling well and was spending time with Gia and Kai,” I lied. “I called him back.”

  “What has gotten into you, Alexandra? We’re used to you returning your phone calls, even when you’re at work, in under thirty minutes. Now, hours go by and it’s as though you’ve disappeared off the face of the Earth.” He pointed to the earrings. “Those are your fault.”

  I could feel myself wanting to submit, but something inside of me was fighting it. “My earrings are my fault? What does that even mean?”

  “It means that if you’d been on your best behavior, that would have been an engagement ring,” he explained.

  “Daddy, no offense, but my so-called disappearances happened two days ago. I’m pretty sure that Roderick bought these earrings way before that.”

  He squeezed his forehead. “Do not sass me and for God’s sake, whatever you do, please do not turn into your sister. I do not have room for two disappointments.”

  I jumped to my feet. “Wha
t is this thing that you and Mother have against Gia? How do you think it makes her feel when you two continuously call her a disappointment because she’s not, I don’t know, a robot?”

  “Watch your tone, young lady.”

  “Daddy, you’re about twenty-three years too late if you think you’re talking to a five-year old.”

  His lips parted as though I’d just told him I’d been secretly plotting, for years, to kill him in his sleep, then his jaw clenched as he poised his towering height over me. Again, I wanted to recoil, but a small fire in me refused to be extinguished.

  “Don’t let it happen again,” he threatened. “And, heaven help me, if I find out that there’s another man involved, I promise you that you both will regret it.”

  Then, he was gone.

  Grandma Evelyn appeared from the direction of the kitchen. Our eyes met and she opened her arms. I walked right into them.

  “It’s all noise right now,” she said, squeezing me. “Give it time. It will all make sense. You will be happy. The seed has been planted, my dear.”

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  Ethan

  Christmas for me consisted of stopping by to hang out with my grandfather at his assisted living facility, and then heading over to spend the holiday with the same group of friends that I’ve been celebrating with over the years. Over time, the group had grown and shrank accordingly as people married and had children, but we’d all somehow still managed to remain close.

  This year, we were celebrating both the Christmas holiday as well as the departure of one of my best friends, Kellen Edwards. He was joining the Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta network as the Associate Director of Pediatrics at Piedmont Hospital. It was an amazing opportunity and we were all happy for him, but we also knew that the tumultuous end of his last relationship was forcing him out of Louisiana.

  I walked through the door and a series of cheers went up. Someone took my coat and scarf while simultaneously placing a champagne flute in my hand. The man of the hour pulled away from a conversation and made his way over to me.