Page 44 of Alpha's Forbidden Bond

I shrugged. “Yeah. For real.”

Neither of us spoke, but eventually, Diana dropped her arm back to her side and motioned for me to follow her. “Well, since you’re already here, you might as well come inside. You look like a zombie, and I’m sure I don’t look any better, so maybe we can get some rest and then I’ll tell you more about what happened after I got home.”

I hesitated. “Are you sure you want me to come inside?”

She looked over her shoulder. “Unless you want to make the journey all the way back to the compound on foot again, ‘cause I’m not driving you. Just look at you. I’m not so sure you would make it without collapsing.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that.” I smiled. “I guess I just really didn’t expect you to invite me into your bed.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You’re obviously sleeping on the floor.”

I nodded as we headed inside. “Fair enough.” But as I followed her down the steps and through the door, I found that I wasn’t just smiling. I was grinning like a damn fool.

At first, I thought I was dreaming.

I had fallen asleep not long after curling up on the floor beside Diana’s bed. The sound of her breathing lulled me, and I was exhausted. Mere seconds after my head hit the extra pillow she gave me, I passed out.

But now, sometime later, I was in that in-between stage of wakefulness and slumber. I could feel Diana’s body pressed against mine. I didn’t remember her coming down to the floor with me, which was part of the reason I didn’t outright assume this was happening. It had to be a dream, right? I kept my eyes shut and focused on the way her chest pushed into my back each time she inhaled. I could feel her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her pajama shirt and then took note of my own body. I was sweating and rock hard.

Was she really there next to me?

Yes. She was.

But why?

As if reading my mind, Diana let out a soft sigh a few seconds later and whispered, “You were having a nightmare.”

“Huh?” I still kept my eyes closed. A part of me worried that if I opened them, I would break the spell and be pulled out of this lovely dream.

“You woke me up a little while ago, and you were making this whimpering sound. I tried to shake you, but you were, like, dead to the world. I noticed that you seemed to calm down when I touched you. So eventually, I got down here and laid next to you. It was the only way either of us would get any restful sleep.”

“Oh.” God, how embarrassing. “I must’ve been having a nightmare. But I’m awake now, so you can…” I trailed off.

Diana didn’t move.

After a few tense seconds, during which time I could feel her heartbeat speed up as she moved closer to me, I flipped over so that I was on my back. Reaching for her, she crawled on top of me without another word. First thing in the morning, she tasted better than fresh coffee. Her lips were soft and inviting, and I welcomed the familiar sensation of her tongue sliding against mine. She wasn’t wearing any pants, only a flimsy pair of undies. I could see the little patch of dark, feathery, soft hair underneath the fabric and wanted to bury my face in it. She moaned as she slid her hips down and felt my rock-hard cock brush against her lower lips. Then, with her climbing down further, I was the one who started making sounds of pleasure.

She pulled my pants and boxers off and curled her delicate, feminine fingers around my engorged member. I gasped as the chill from her hand sent a delightful shiver down my spine. She brought me up to her mouth and teased the tip of my penis with a flick of her tongue. I gently grabbed a fist full of her hair and sighed with instant gratification as she wrapped her soft, wet lips around me. She took me deep and created a seal with her mouth so that the suction was tightening in the best way. She circled her tongue around the thin skin of my cock, and when her teeth grazed the sides, I nearly came right then into her mouth.

Using her fingers, she tickled my balls and began to suck harder.

“Oh fuck, Diana,” I said. “God, you feel so good.”

She went at it even more emphatically, and I closed my eyes to enjoy every sensation taking me over. I could no longer deny my feelings for this woman. I loved her.

With that realization came an overwhelming desire to give her pleasure in return. When she slowed down her movements once again, I took the opportunity to switch things around. I cupped a finger under her chin and raised her up so that our eyes met. She looked up at me with a combination of hunger and softness, and I somehow became even more aroused. She climbed back up and pushed her underwear to the side.

Even though this was the third time I’d been inside of her, a part of me felt like we were connecting even deeper than we had before. We stared into each other’s eyes, and there was no hurry. We weren’t frantically fucking in the back seat of a car, nor was I running on sheer hormones and adrenaline. This was something the two of us decided to do on a quiet morning when there were no time constraints or fears of getting caught.

Here we were, and I’d never felt like this before—like I was in the exact right place at the exact right time.

Diana was riding me with smooth, rhythmic motions. She moved her hips in circles and reached back to once again cup her fingers under my ball sack. I took her breasts into my hands and memorized every little bump, every stretch mark, by reading her body with my fingers. When she bent back down to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around her back and flipped her around. She groaned with a deep-throated desire as she landed on her back.

Plunging even deeper inside of her, I raised myself up so that I could finger her clit. She smiled wickedly, however, and pushed my hand away.

“I’ve got something else,” she said.

Confused, I watched her reach into the drawer of her bedside table and pull out a little vibrator.

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