Taming His Alpha Female

I will never be the same

*Miranda’s POV*

I was bracing myself with my hands on my knees, trying to fill my lungs with much needed oxygen, and trying to steady my pounding heart. Wiping my face with my small black towel, I stood to notice that the top floor was vacant. I was the only one on the floor, and he was the only one in the lockers. Basement Jaxx played loudly through my earpiece, convincing me to pull myself together and... plug it in. I realized then, there was no running from what I wanted... from what my wolf wanted... and why should I? We only live once, right? I stood, straightening my back and stretching my aching quads. Just do it! My heart rate slowed down momentarily, replaced by a fluttering in my belly. Get a grip on yourself!

I walked to the men’s locker room, looked over my shoulder and went in, locking the door behind me. That of body wash and shampoo masked my mate’s scent. This is a moronic thing to do! My mind scolded my heart. I don’t care; I was past caring about the consequences. I was going mad, wanting him. The mate bond pulled me to him with such force I could claw at the floorboards and still be dragged in his direction.

On my term, I told myself, I can have him... on my terms.

I pulled my yellow crop top over my head and dropped my shorts, stepping out of my trainers as I walked toward the steaming shower. My legs trembled, and not because of my run. Clenching my hands briefly, and then relaxed them again. I was buck naked, walking towards the shower, where he remained unsuspecting. I pulled the curtain away just as he turned to look at me. His mouth fell open slightly as his eyes traced my body.

I felt my core tighten and my nerve endings tingle.

“God, you are beautiful,” he said, breathless. A smile slowly spread across my face as I pulled the elastic from my hair, letting waves of black fall to my waist. He moved carefully towards me, looking me dead in the eye. The steam that filled the space caressed my skin, and I bit my lip as I surrendered to its sensuality.

“You’re quite beautiful too,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. He smiled, a smile that made my knees weak. He was beautiful in every way. As my eyes darted down, I also realized that there was NOTHING little about him, as I had ridiculed him earlier.

I had been naked before many men in my life, but never had I felt seen until now.

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, an act so simple but it brought me a sensation of being flooded with warmth.

“My name is George, by the way,” he said. His eyes glowing with the warmest golden brown.

“Miranda,” I returned his smile. Feeling vulnerable.

“I know.” He smiled. “I just thought you should know mine before-”

“Before?” I bit my lip again. He said nothing but pulled me to him, my chest pressed against his as he kissed me, surrounded by steam. My fingers flexed into his muscles, scraping his skin with my nails while he slowly ran his tongue over my lips. I closed my eyes, enjoying him, allowing my index finger to follow the curve of his spine, trapped in the valley surrounded by slabs of muscle. I pulled away to look at him, his dark brown hair dripping with water, and his tall and chiselled body glistening under the flowing water. He closed his eyes as a deep rumble escaped his lips while my hand glided over his firm ass. My chest expanded in a deep breath as my body responded to the proximity of his. The magnetic pull of being near the other half of my soul sent a shiver through my body.

“I want you,” I admitted without thinking.

“I need you too.” My core tightened at the roughness in his voice. He shoved both hands into my hair, tilting my head to the angle he wanted. He took my mouth, claiming it with deep licks as he tasted me. His passion consumed me, exploding across my senses, eliciting a moan from my lips. His answering groan vibrated against my taut n*****s and made the hair on my nape rise to attention. His hands slid over my wet body, gripping my hips as his fingers flexed restlessly, moving them lower... just below the curve of my buttock, pulling me to him. My n*****s beaded hard against his chest, feeling the gentle prickling from the dusting of hair his hair. My nails raked his back from his shoulder to his hips, and he arched into the caress with a low growl, kissing me. I felt my body react in a delicious erotic abandon as I rolled my hips against him before taking a step back and reaching for his c**k, wrapping my fingers around his thick erection, gripping him firmly. I pumped him from root to tip as he groaned against my mouth. I stroked him again, and again, my mouth watering as a bead of pre-c*m streamed out of him. I was wildly aroused by his pleasure, watching the man of my dreams become undone.

“Too close,” he panted.

“That’s alright baby,” I nipped his pectoral, “there’s always round number two.” He came in hot spurts against my tummy, bracing himself on the wall behind me as he growled with pleasure. My lips parted with desire, needing to feel him inside me.

“My turn,” I smiled, looking into his eyes as they swirled with black. His chest heaving post orgasm, but his magnificent c**k remained hard. In one swift movement, he lifted me off the ground and held me to him, allowing my legs to wrap around his hips. I felt his c**k press against my p***y and I reached down between us to guide him to where I needed him. Lowering me slowly as I felt him stretch me open. He was too big for me, but the intensity of being filled sent me over the edge, my muscles rippling around hip as my cheeks tingled. He pushed me down onto him, his one arm banded around my shoulders as the other held onto my hip, his hips bucking upward, his raging c**k driving into me. I cried out, restraining myself from sinking my teeth into his neck as he f****d me. My cunt clenching against his thick penetration as he moved.

“God, you feel so good,” he said, his jaw and neck taut as he continued thrusting. My nails dug into his unyielding muscles, my mouth opening to draw in breaths.

“Take me,” he bit out.

“f**k me,” I returned. I moaned, welcoming a familiar soreness. He was so deep. My orgasm took me by surprise, my body arching into him as I cried out in ecstasy. My instincts took over, my hips moving of their own accord, my thighs clenching and releasing. “Oh, god,” I yelled out as I rode him, claimed him... thinking in the moment. I felt him empty himself into me as his muscles tensed and his lips kissing hungrily at my neck. He just held me to him as water washed over us and our hearts beat against each other. We were gasping for air as our orgasms left us, and when everything came into perspective, I knew... my life would never be the same again.