THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Aiden flew into his house, through one of the many windows, as an owl. He had just finished feeding from the fourth person in a row.

The time was 5:30am.

Grunting, he shifted to his masculine self before trudging into his room. He needed to sleep in the way of his people, not on some kind of fluffy bed.

Getting to his room, he located the tiger foot mat placed at the middle of the room, and bent as he got to it.

He removed the cotton material, to reveal a locked secret door.

He had a secret basement located beneath the wooden floor where he had stored soil which his brother had brought from home. And it was exactly what he needed now. The soil.

Ever since he had found out that the redhead, his lifemate, had been tainted by a werewolf, he hadn’t been himself.

Yesterday was the worst.

He had felt that his heart was about to be torn away from its position. He was confused whether it was because of the pain he was feeling or because the redhead was in trouble.

He had disregarded the latter, knowing that she was in the midst of the werewolves. Nothing could happen to her.

But for the former, he had wished for a second that he wouldn’t want to feel again.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

The feeling was problematic, so much painful than fighting a vampire.

If this was what the humans call heartbreak, then he could understand why they usually experienced a mental breakdown after that.

His brother had advised to wait till the boy turned 18, before making a move.

And he had complied. He had waited for thousands of years. He could wait more.

Rushing down the metallic ladder which had stemmed from the floors of his room to the basement, he smiled a bit as he located the tons of rich soil across the small room.

Immediately, he zapped to it, and sank himself into it, relishing in its richness that soothed his being.

And then he shut his eyes.

But no longer after that, he was dreaming.

A dream that surprised him even in his dream state because their kind did not dream.

While asleep, they were as the dead.

He was dreaming about a girl.

He was in an intimate position with the girl whose scent robbed him of his senses. His nose was situated on the hollow of her neck, biting and teasing.

He thought she was Emma. She had red hair.

Isn’t that the point? It’s dawn.” She said.

Her hands had a mind of their own, finding every defined muscle of his with her fingertips.

“Then I will spend the day making love to you.” He whispered the words against her mouth now, and bent closer to nibble at the corners of her lower lip.

“I need you with me. You chase away the shadows and lighten the terrible load that threatens to drown me.” He said, startled when he lifted his head and saw someone else.

The girl was not Emma!

She skimmed her fingertips across the hard edges of his mouth, not aware of his bewilderment.

“Is this possession, or is it love?” She dipped her head to press her mouth to the hollow of his sternum, to slide her tongue over the ultrasensitive skin above his heart. She was merged with him, reading his mind, his erotic fantasies, wanting to bring them to life.

How was that possible? Who was she?

Emma was his lifemate!

He groaned as his gut clenched hotly, his body responding with fierce aggression. His body knew her!

He watched her smile at the feel of his hard length burning against her skin. She had no inhibitions when she lay with him, only a fierce desire to burn with him.

“Answer me, Aiden, the truth.” Her fingertips brushed his velvet tip, fingers curled around the heavy thickness of him sending hunger raging through his body. She was playing with fire, but he didn’t have the strength to stop her; he didn’t want to stop her.

His hands curled in her damp red hair, two tight fists. “Both,” he managed to gasp, shocked at his response. Was he being bewitched?

He closed his eyes when her mouth moved over his flat belly, leaving behind a trail of fire. Wherever she touched him, her mouth, hot and moist, followed. He dragged her closer, urging her onto him. Her mouth was tight and hot and driving him mad. A low, ominous growl escaped, the beast shuddering with pleasure, needing primitive satisfaction.

Her fingernails raked the hard column of his thighs, light, erotic, sending fire leaping, coiling in his gut. His mind blurred, merged more deeply with hers, a red haze of lust and need, love and hunger. He craved her touch, her hands, her silky mouth turning him into a living, breathing flame.

He dragged her up, his hands like bands, although he made every effort to be conscious of his strength. His mouth took hers, mating, dancing, so much hunger beating in him she caught it, pressing closer, her body sliding against his, rubbing, heating.

“Say you want me.” His mouth moved over her throat, closed over her aching breast. Every strong pull sent an answering rush of liquid heat.

“You know I do.” She pressed him to her, wound a leg around his.

She could barely breathe with her need, clawing at him to get closer, to crawl inside the shelter of his body, his mind, to feel his body in hers, taking possession as he was meant to, to feel his mouth at her breast, dragging her further into his world.

“All of it,” he said hoarsely, his fingers probing the nest of tiny curls, stroking, caressing. “Mate with me my way.”

She moved in a kind of anguish against his hand. “Yes, Aiden.” She was frantic for release, frantic to relieve him. She was consumed with the same red haze, not separating love from lust or hunger from need. She was on fire, hurting, aching, body and mind, even her soul in torment, not knowing where his wild, uninhibited emotions left off and hers began.

He lifted her easily with his enormous strength, slid her slowly, erotically down his clenching belly until she was pressed against his raging velvet tip. Her heat seared him, beckoned. Her arms slid around his neck, her legs around his hips, opening for him. Slowly he lowered her body over his, impaled her on the thick length of fire so that she surrounded him with such a moist, tight sheath he shuddered, somewhere beyond mere pleasure, a kind of erotic heaven and hell.

He noticed that her eyes were blue, unlike Emma’s which were green. The latter’s red hair was fuller and redder too.

Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Stop! You’re too big this way.” Alarm was spreading across her face.

“Relax, little one. We belong together; our bodies were made for one another.” He slid in farther, unable to even control his words which seemed to flow as they wanted, and began to move in a long, slow rhythm, his hands caressing, soothing.

He shifted his shoulders so that he could see her face properly, his body claiming hers with deep, sure, possessive strokes. Without conscious thought, the words poured out of his soul.

“I claim you as my lifemate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my lifemate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care.”

With those words, a male of his kind bound his true lifemate to him for all eternity. Once said, she could never escape him.