Page 223 of Her Destined Alpha
There he sat in his jeans and a white tee. Even though he was dressed so casually, he was damn fine. His hair was up in a messy man bun as he looked down at some files on his desk before looking up at me. Our eyes met, my heart racing as I made my way over to him. His eyes skimmed over me; even in only a fitted black top and torn blue jeans, he found me beautiful.
He moved his chair back, gripping my waist as he pulled me onto his thigh. I caressed his jaw tenderly. The sparks that coursed through us, binding us beyond anything words could explain, were strong. I touched my forehead to his, wrapping my arms around his broad, muscular shoulders.
“Come join us for a hot drink,” I whispered.
“There’s a lot to do-” I placed my finger to his lips and smiled gently.
“No one would want you to bury yourself in work, Rayhan. Come… Raihana and Chris have come too…” He sighed and nodded, wrapping his arms around me tightly, sending tingles to my core when he kissed my neck softly.
“You’re right. Let’s go,” he said.
His gaze flickered to my lips, and I smiled. We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss that gave birth to an eruption of butterflies inside me. He kissed me slowly yet passionately, one hand twisting into my hair as his lips began to dominate me.
A soft whimper left my lips, and he took the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. I gasped, my core throbbing as he explored every inch. His free hand that was not tangled in my hair slipped under my top, grazingdown my bra strap. My breath hitched, and I nibbled on his lip.
“Fuck, Rayhan… we need to go downstairs,” I whimpered.
“Yeah? Then we will continue this tonight,” he said huskily. My cheeks flushed, and I nodded, standing up. The scent of my arousal hung in the air, and I blushed deeper when he tapped my ass. “I want you bent over like a good little kitty tonight,” he murmured. I poked my eyes out at him.
“I am always your good little girl,” I whispered as we walked down the hall. He slipped his hand around my waist, pulling me against him as he kissed me hard.
“You fucking are,” he growled. We parted breathlessly and continued walking.
I looked around the luxurious halls. Every corner of the house held memories of Papa Raf, and not one was bad. He was the light that still shone upon us, despite his absence.
We went down the stairs and into the lounge where everyone was sitting around, a game of monopoly already set up. Mama Mari had told us how much Papa Raf enjoyed his board games, so we kept that Friday night tradition going by gathering there, playing games, and talking about all the good times to come and those that had passed.
Chris sat with his arm around Raihana, and Mama Mari sat on the empty sofa. Despite the graceful smile on her lips, she had lost weight, but she was remaining strong for her children.
“You guys took forever. Got busy?” Chris asked with a smirk, kissing Raihana’s neck.
“Sadly no,” Rayhan said, dropping onto the couch and pulling me onto his lap. He leaned over, placing a hand behind his mother’s head and kissing her forehead. She gave him a warm smile that caused my eyes to sting with tears that I hid quickly. A mother’s love held no bounds, and hers was no less.
“Hot drinks are here, and I’m guessing they are not even hot anymore,” Raihana complained with a pout. “You guys took forever.”
“A spell will fix that,” I said, smiling across at her. She smirked.
“Oh yeah, or a touch of magic.” She leant over, brushing her fingers along the mugs, and the steam that came up from them told me the job was done.
“You girls,” Mama Mari said, shaking her head.
“It’s very convenient, Mama Mari,” I said without thinking. Her heart skipped a beat. Shit, that was something that I had started calling her in my head over the last week or so but not said aloud… “Sorry, I-” She placed a hand on my knee.
“Don’t be. I love it.” Our eyes met, and we smiled before we turned to the game.
“All right, I’m the ship,” Rayhan announced.
“Hey, why?” Raihana complained.
“I’m the hat,” Chris added.
“Thimble!” I said, grabbing it. Mama Mari chuckled.
“I’m sure a piece won’t make a difference.”
“The ship holds luck. Watch, Ray will win,” Raihana complained.
“I will, but only because I have my lucky charm here,” Rayhan replied, looking up at me.
