The Alpha’s Slave

S POV

“But how did you manage to find it? I made sure to hide them well,” I couldn’t help but ask.

“I was cold or maybe because I just wanted to wear your clothes and see how good I look in them,” she squeaked, pulling an innocent face. “Most of the clothes on the hanger were your suits and formal wear. So I checked the back of your closet and saw a box where I found one of them. There were many of them.”

“You should told me you were cold,” I said and scolded her with a kiss. “What am I here for? I would have been more than glad to warm you up.”

“Well you can warm me up now,” she smiled at me over seductively.

Standing on tiptoes, she took control and started kissing me as much as I was kissing her. The mere touch of her lips on mine and her hand on my face sent a warming shiver racing through me.

My cock twitched out of excitement. I held her closer, my hardening cock scraping against her lower, realizing that I wanted more of her. Though we spent long hours last night making deep passionate love to each other, I didn’t mind going on another round now.

Last night after we burned Hermes to ashes in paper, if only it were in real life, we made love. She instigated it. At first, I was unsure because I felt she still needed time to let everything sink in. I felt she wasn’t ready yet. But she took me by surprise and I just had to surrender to her, returning the love she gave me.

I made her promise to call for my attention if it hurt or if she didn’t like any move I made in her.

We gave everything our heart, body and soul could offer to each other. Together we explored the parts of us we never knew existed. We made love till our bodies felt numb and couldn’t anymore. That was the best moment of my life. And if I could, I’d relive it over and over again.

Now, I was about to.

My hands trailed down her thighs and I lifted her, balancing her on my waist so she could get a better access to my lips and stop tiptoeing.

Her legs clamped around my bare butt cheeks, locking me in as my bloodied cock poked against her lower, the shirt the only thing blocking me from exploring.

Gently, I led her down on the bed, our lips slurping and ravaging each other’s. Desperate for more, I raised the shirt. She wasn’t wearing undies so that made it a lot easier. I was about to drive into her when my phone rang noisily on the nightstand, stopping me.

Fuck! Why does it have to be now of all times?

“I need to answer that,” I said, breathless with desire.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She won’t let go, her hands looped around the back of my neck. “Stay with me, Sebastian. You’re all I need. You’re the Alpha king. You can always call back whenever you like.”

I wanted to consider that, but the phone rang persistently, as if louder this time, on the verge of driving me crazy. So I just had to withdraw. It might just be an important call.

I took my ringing phone and checked the caller ID to see it was my uncle. Uncle Joe calling. The one I said made the customized birthday shirt Brianna was putting on.

What a pleasant surprise! It had been so long that I couldn’t even remember the last time we spoke.

I picked it up, and there came his familiar warm gravelly voice sounding from the other end of the line. “Hey, kiddo! It’s Uncle Joe.”

“Uncle Joe! Wow, it’s been ages! How have you been?” I replied, a smile spreading across my face.

“I’ve been good, just busy with work and life, you know how it goes,” he said with a chuckle. “But enough about me. How are you? How’s everything going? How have you been keeping up? I heard about Catherine. She was a rare gem. I’m truly sorry for your loss.”

“I’m good,” I took in a deep breath and managed a smile. “I’m keeping up just fine.”

He sighed in sympathy. “She was young, bubbling with so much life and beauty and was always happy. I never expected her to pass away so soon.”

“It’s all good,” I said because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Catherine and Uncle Joe always got along just fine the little times he came to visit. So I wasn’t surprised he was saying all these good things about her and felt really bad for her passing.

I just hope he didn’t also think I was responsible for her passing like most people and ask further questions concerning it and her funeral which her mother warned me not to attend.

It was safe to say he didn’t. He only apologized for not making it to the funeral because of some last-minute work obligations that he couldn’t get out of. I understood he was always busy so I didn’t worry about that. It’s not like I, her husband even attended the funeral.

We talked for quite a long time about recent adventures, work projects, and life updates, reigniting our nostalgic connection.

Brianna must be tired of waiting by now, but there was nothing I could do to get Uncle Joe to hang up faster especially since it’s been ages since we last caught up with each other.

He finally ended the call by saying he would be coming over for dinner later in the evening and might even spend the night.

As I cut the call and kept the phone back on the nightstand, I let out a long deep sigh as if preparing for a big moment in life, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Maybe this was it. This was the right time.

“Was that your uncle?” Brianna asked from behind me.

“Yes,” I said, turning to look at her. She propped herself up on one elbow, resting her head on her hand. She didn’t look as tired as I thought. “The one that made the customized shirt you’re putting on.”

“Oh…” she muttered, a little surprised before shooting me a knowing smile which was probably because of the shirt.

I ignored the knowing smile. We had gone past that so I didn’t want to talk about it again.

I walked to the edge of the bed and sat close to her. I took her by the chin and lowered to kiss her.

When I felt I had kissed her enough, I pulled away and kept my gaze on hers. “He is coming over for dinner and might spend a night or two. Get ready love, I want you to meet him.”