Taming His Alpha Female

Take me

*George’s POV*

I got out of the cab and looked up at the building before me. Turning my arm to study the address written on it with a black permanent marker. This was the right address, her address. The realization made my breathing hitch and my throat dry. I was going to see her again and I couldn’t wait. Entering through the large glass doors of the tall apartment building, I headed straight to the elevators, stumbling over my own two feet. i***t, I mutter to myself, shaking my head. The building was modern and newly furnished, but it wasn’t posh enough to justify a reception desk and a sign-in book. My stomach turned as I rode the elevator to the top floor. With every increasing floor, my heart rate picked up to a racing speed. The fact that she gave me her home address was a good sign. Perhaps she was getting closer to letting me into her heart and her home.

Walking down the carpeted passage, I stopped in front of a large wooden door, number 1432, hesitated as I stared blankly at the brass numbers on display. I studied the writing on my arm once more, making sure I had the number right, clenching my fist to hide the trembling of my hand. Looking at the delicate handwriting with its decorative curls and loops, a smile spread across my face as I appreciated the contrast between the mask she wore to ward everyone off and the face I saw beneath it.

I took a deep, steadying breath, my heart racing as I straightened my clothes. Slowly, I reached out to knock on the door, hesitating. The sound of my knuckles pounding on the door vibrated through my trembling muscles and dampened palms.

“It’s for me!!” I heard her voice from the other side of the door. The doorknob turned, and the door opened to reveal a friendly blond. She was tall and pretty, wearing a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. I felt disappointed in finding her and not my Miranda.

“Em, your package has arrived,” she exclaimed, winking at me. I touched the base of my neck, trying to look casual, normal even, and not the nervous wreck I found myself to be.

“I’m coming!” Miranda, or as she is called by her friend, Em, shouted as she darted towards me from the opposite room.

“I’m Lillian,” the blonde said softly as she smiled at me, just before Em squeezed past and blocked her off. My gorgeous mate turned her head to glare at Lillian, who I could only summarize to be her best friend. Lillian returned the favour by sticking her tongue out in a cocky show of defiance. It made me happy to see that Em had someone who cared for her, who had her back until I finally found her. She turned back to me, her glossy black curls tossed over her shoulder, sending a fresh wave of the most delicious scent to fill the air around us. Her emerald green eyes looked up at me, sparkling, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me away from her front door. I realized then that she never intended to let me in and I quickly called to Lillian over my shoulder, “I’m George, by the way, nice to meet you.” She will include me in her life, one way or another.

As I was being dragged back to the elevator, I rode to reach her door. I found myself mesmerized by the sensual sway of her hips. With each stride, her perfect ass left me wanting. She had the gift of arousing me effortlessly, like I had never experienced before. My fingers remained laced with hers when we entered the elevator and the doors closed us in. The electricity that was between us whenever we were together was now amplified.

God, she’s beautiful, I thought to myself as she pushed me up against the ice cold mirror. Her hands finding my hair as she pulls me toward her. My c**k straining against my jeans as heat coursed through my body in waves of pleasure. Her display of dominance appealed to my beast, wanting to challenge her and tame her, but I knew she was and probably always will be in complete control of me. I belonged to her.

*Miranda’s POV*

After my meeting with my father, it left me feeling cold, drained of life and too tired emotionally to even shed a tear. I head pounded with the memory of our conversation. I needed something; I needed to... feel. I fought back the rising lump in my throat. They say one can become addicted to pleasure, rely on it to pick you up from the ground when life just seemed to never stop kicking your ass. They say s*x can become an addiction similar to using drugs. I say f**k’em.

If being f****d out of my mind was the only thing that saved me from ending the pain in totality, then I was happy to be an addict. There was nothing in this world quite like the rush of dopamine that brought some much needed relief. The adrenaline from having s*x in public places, or with gorgeous unnamed men, or both... which made me feel alive again. There was one thing that George gave me that nobody else ever could, and that was a feeling of connectedness, that perfect blend of oxytocin that made me feel loved and special. You might say that s*x was my crutch, but in truth, it was what kept me alive.

Finding my cure to insanity standing at my front door filled me with an urgency to be wrapped up in him. The fluttering pain in my chest followed by a tingling between my thighs. We still had the teensy problem of setting boundaries for our arrangement, but those had to wait. Right then I needed him, craved him and desired him more than I did the very air I breathed. I need to protect what we have, together with my heart, but first I need him inside me, filling me and completing me. I rushed to meet him at the door before Lil could invite him inside and ruin what we had started to build. My fingers laced with his as if our hands were made to fit together. His big, powerful hands encapsulating mine. The spark between us gave me goosebumps.

“Come,” I breathed through parted lips. My eyes hooded with lust, and my core tingling with excitement as I hurriedly pulled him down the passage towards the elevator. I looked over my shoulder for a moment and saw a smirk play on his lips. The curve of his mouth had the power to increase my heart rate and weaken my knees in one swift and effortless movement. We reached the lift, and I tugged him inside, feeling my heart leap at the proximity of our bodies. Desire vibrated across my skin as he closed the gap between us, staring unwaveringly into my eyes. I released my hand from his when the door closed behind us. My palms flattened to his muscular chest as I pushed him to the mirrored wall with determination. My lips found his at the same time as his hands found my ass, squeezing me and pulling me to him. I rolled my hips shamelessly against him, gasping when I felt his enormous c**k pressed against me, already hard. He groaned against my lips as I kissed him, craving his taste. Hearing his approval, I slid my tongue into his mouth, claiming him as I tasted him, consumed him. Our tongues f*****g each other in desperate need. His fingers flexed restlessly around my butt cheeks and I fought the urge to undress him right there. He was a beautiful man to behold, a perfect piece of art, constructed of warm, hard flesh and virility. He was my drug, and I needed to dull my senses. I needed to get lost in him. My hands went to his hair, fisting at the roots as I hungered for more of him. Taste more of him. I captured his lip between my teeth, pulling back gently until he hissed with primal lust. Releasing him, I took a step back, pulling my shirt over my head to expose my breasts to him. By n*****s beaded with desire and excitement. He took me in his arms and his mouth covered my n****e, sucking and licking as he enjoyed my t**s. Pulling me into his hot mouth as he devoured my breasts. I was desperate to have what only he could provide... fullness.

“f**k me,” I breathed. “I need you to f**k me.” I felt my nerve endings tingle and by cheeks become hot as his pushed down from my waistband, baring me to him completely.

“God, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice a deep rumble as he went to his knees in front of me. My breathing hitched as he looked up at me with those perfect golden brown eyes that saw into my soul. With a hand placed behind my knee, he guided my leg over his shoulder, giving him full access to my cunt. The sight of him, my strong and masculine lover, kneeling before me, made me wet. My head rolled back as the air left my lungs. With one leisurely lick, he rocked my world. The second made me tremble with pleasure. My hand frantically searched for the button to suspend the elevator with us inside. Locking us in, and the rest of the world out. His tongue slid into me as he growled against my tender p***y. The vibrations sending my body racing toward an all new high. He was rough and impatient, lacking the finesse I’d grown accustomed to, and I loved it. His thumb went to my clit, rubbing me in circles that made my hips churn.

“Yes... oh god, yes!,” I gasped as his stubble prickled against my thighs. He licked and sucked with such a hunger I felt my muscles quiver around him. “f**k me, George, and f**k me hard.” He groaned, vibrating against me before letting my leg slip off his shoulder as he stood. In a frantic daze, I reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough to expose his thick veined and heavy c**k. I licked my lips at the sight of him while he pulled his shirt over his head in a rush. His muscles tensed and relaxed as he moved, a seductive dance of primal power that made me want to trace every hard line of his body with the tip of my tongue.

“Bend over for me baby,” he commanded, and I obeyed without question, placing my hands on the rail as I looked at him in the mirror’s reflection. The lift was a stainless steel heaven, clad with mirrors from my hip to ceiling. I saw his eyes swirl with lust, darkened by desire, as I hollowed my back for him. His right hand held on to my hip as his rough and calloused fingers dug into my flesh. I bit my lip as he pushed into me, loving how he stretched me open. I gasped when he thrust in all the way.

Rolling my hips, I relished in the exquisite feel of him filling me. There was no shame, no regrets, as I worked myself into a frenzy around his stiff d**k, changing the angle until he stroked all the right places.

“Oh, yes... George... yes,” I moaned helplessly as he thrust harder. He gripped the back of my neck with one hand and I arched my back further, allowing him to go deeper. I was panting, as frantic as he rammed into me. I reached between my legs to rub my clit, chasing my orgasm.

“Oh god. You are so tight,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. I watched him lose himself, his neck corded with strain as he continued thrusting. My body spasmed around him as I reached my climax, screaming his name. His grip on my hip and neck tightened as he thrust harder, finding his own release, filling me in hot spurts. We remained breathless, looking at each other. Our bodies were beaded with droplets of sweat. “Mine,” he whispered, and I stood, letting him slide out of me before reaching for my clothes.