The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ITHRA

Zadok was brimming with energy.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He carried the dead meat and led us back to the cave without breaking a sweat. I even felt stupid for worrying over him. From my observations, he was as strong as a calf.

His Alpha genes must have hastened his healing, thus giving him back his strength. It was beautiful to behold him back as the protector I knew him to be.

A butterfly flapped in my stomach, and I killed its motion before it could take off. I couldn’t be fawning over Zadok. I shook off the weird thoughts that plagued me and walked by his side – ridding me of the view of his legs from behind.

I didn’t miss the feeling of despair that hit me at the loss of that precious view. This time, I violently shook my head, trying to rid the thoughts that brought heat to my cheeks.

What was going on with me? I thought. Unknown to me, Zadok’s attention was well on me.

“Any problem?” He asked with a gruff voice.

I was startled, but I covered up with a tense smile. “What do you mean?”

He dropped the antelope, and I felt concerned. “Are you tired? Do you feel pain anywhere?” I asked, wondering why he dropped it.

He seemed full of energy just seconds ago.

Zadok’s eyes narrowed at me. “Calm down. We are here.” He said, and only then did I realise we were at the door of the cave.

We were home.

My face turned red, and I blushed profusely. Zadok somehow caught on and asked, “What? Are you thinking about my tits yet again?”

“Zadok!” I exclaimed, looking aghast and hitting him in the chest.

He bent over, holding his heart and making an oww sound. Was he hurt? I pondered, scared I might have done some damage. When he refused to come up, I became worried.

“Are you alright? Did that hurt?” I asked, racking my brain for the side effects of a scorpion sting. I knew he recovered too fast, werewolf abilities or not!

Zadok remained hunched over, so I bent down to his size. “Hey,” I called softly. “I’m sorry. Let’s get you inside.” I said, reaching for his arm.

I helped him up, and his arm went over my shoulder, dangling very close to my chest region. I felt my breath seize as I walked him into the cave, overly conscious of his dangling arm.

“Are you nervous, princess?” Zadok breathed into my ears with a gruff voice.

My heart fell into the pit of my stomach, and a thousand butterflies took off from my stomach, adding to my nervousness.

I swallowed, feeling a knot in my stomach, “Why would I?” I managed to speak.

“Good. Because I want to feel what’s mine, Amore.” He said in a low and intimate tone.

My heartbeat accelerated to a dangerously high tone. I couldn’t even speak. I felt overly aware of Zadok’s arm around me – his lips also teased my ears.

“Would you let me?” Zadok spoke like he was physically restraining himself from touching me. I didn’t say a word. I was having a brain melt.

Was Zadok asking me to let him touch my tits? I must be hearing things.

His hand balled to a fist around my neck, “Please..” He begged, “Please let me feel it. Just once.” His voice was low and reeking of desperation.

Our eyes connected, and the world stood still. I could feel the fire in Zadok’s eyes as he shamelessly took me in, undressing me with his eyes. His look was that of hunger – in its most primal and rawest form.

I felt a sense of pride knowing that I put that hunger in him – knowing that I was the only one capable of soothing his desires – Of satisfying him.

I couldn’t breathe, and my eyes feasted on him. I let my eyes take in the art that was Zadok – Heaven’s most-priced possession. I wondered how it would feel to be ravaged by him, to feel his strong arms on me.

I felt moisture inside me. I couldn’t bear it anymore.

My eyes gave the consent that my mouth wouldn’t, and I watched his lips stretch into a wicked smirk. His smirk did something to me. I couldn’t understand this madness – but I didn’t want it to end.

Zadok drew me closer to himself, and I felt his body. Sweet baby Jesus. His body enveloped mine perfectly. I could do this all day.

His hands trailed a line from my neck. I took a deep breath and felt more moisture down there. His eyes were intense. I could feel it. My eyes fluttered close as I enjoyed the feeling of him on me.

Zadok trailed down, dangerously close to my chest. My hands wrapped around his head, and my leg latched on him. There was no space between us as we plastered on the wall. I felt every inch of him. Even the parts that I had not seen.

I wondered if it looked as heavenly as it felt. Zadok’s hands teased me, and I found myself longing for him to touch me. So much so that I arched my chest, shamelessly throwing myself at him.

I was far too gone to care now. I felt Zadok’s hovering hands, teasing me, groping me with my clothes on, but never lasting long enough for me to bask in it. I felt denied.

Like a young child getting his treat dangled in front of his eyes but never receiving it. I pushed myself closer, hoping he got the memo and gave me what I wanted, but he didn’t. Or he chose to be insufferable.

Perhaps he was enjoying my plight. My obvious need and hunger for his touch – like I did earlier when he asked. I got tired of getting denied, and my eyes fluttered open. I was ready to put a stop to this madness.

One step away from him, and I felt his member nudge me. It felt strong, large and ready. Zadok dragged me back to himself with an arm to my waist. His grip was tight, letting me feel him.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My body shuddered with need and desperation. Wetness pooled inside me, and I was hanging off the bridge. I felt too much all at once. It was a sweet addiction.

I struggled to put some space between us but couldn’t manage an inch. I took a deep breath, ready to demand it, but I underestimated the abilities of Zadok.

Just when I opened my mouth to call it quits, he plunged further into me, and I felt him much more than ever. As though that was not enough, his lips found the sweet spot in my neck and a gasp escaped me.

His hand found my nipple, and he squeezed gently. Causing a traitor moan to leave my lips. I was in ecstasy – pure bliss.

Suddenly, his lips left my neck, and he breathed into my ears. “Next time, use your words,”

Zadok picked up the animal and walked into the cave, leaving me high and dry. I felt split between bliss and confusion.

Oh Ithra, what have you gotten yourself into?