Home with The Alpha

Some Can Get Close, Some Can Not

He was killing her.

Elijah wasn’t in a rush to do anything but pleasure her. In sheets that felt too soft to be real under Camille as he kissed her down her soft skin. Ebony bodies highlighted by his fire, Elijah groaned as she sighed his name, “I love the way you seduce me with this beautiful face full of pleasure. The way you sound…” his fingers rubbing over her clit made her back bow as his ring finger pushed in slow.

“God-.” He chuckled deeply, a rumble that sounded like thunder as he promised, “Just a man, one who wants to worship his goddess. Let him.”

Hell yeah she would let him. And she’d basked in it’s glow as he tore her apart with every weapon in his arsenal.

If it wasn’t his mouth performing a magic that should be consider apart of the dark arts, it was his hunger. His stamina and fierceness with his need that drove Camille crazy as he wanted her.

“I need to be inside of you. I need to feel you.” She gasped as he sank inside her deep, stretching her and making her blood burn as her legs over his shoulders trembled. “Yes baby, so good.” He groaned as she clenched around him, silently begging him for more.

And she’d get more, she’d get more than she ever thought possible.

Elijah was consuming in that promise as he loved her rough until she crying out, eyes wet from the sheer amazement. It made him addicted as her body sang to him and her entire face fell into that pleasure until he was begging. “c*m, c*m with me wife. I can’t stand it.”

She did, so hard she thought her body exploded and she wasn’t even alive anymore.

It was his soft kisses against her face that made her eyes blink slowly as she tried to breathe, “Wife?” She hummed pleased and pleasured making him chuckle dangerously, “I’m no where through with you.” Eyes opening only to close again as he kissed her, Elijah’s kiss felt so amazing.

Delicious and warm like a mocha, the kiss was more like he was trying to mesh them together.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper until she couldn’t take it, he rubbed deep and hit the spot that made her eyes cross. A curse slipping from him when he felt her get wetter, Camille didn’t know whether to run or beg for more.

So, Elijah encouraged, “Wrap around me and grip me tight beautiful. As tight as you need to until you love how deep I am inside of you.” Her nails dug into his shoulders as she whimpered, feeling his soft kisses on her face. His nips and teasing on her ear compared with his hips still working fast, had another o****m building until she couldn’t deny it.

And then Camille was cumming again with an almost frightening power.

With her nails dragging down his back as he groaned finding his pleasure in hers, Elijah kept making love to her, “Yes, claw me up. Let me feel how much you love it. c*m again.” Shaking her head at his encouragement, Camille breathed, “I can’t.”

She said it with as much confidence she could muster.

But she didn’t believe it as his hips pumped faster and she was raced headlong into another o****m, crying out his name until she fell over the edge. And kept falling. “Oh, yes, hmmm! Don’t stop, keep going, c*m too.” He would at her encouragement, Elijah couldn’t hold it back.

Spreading her legs and seeing her at his mercy as the pleasure made her buck and twitch, he had her folded up like a chair.

Bodies slicked with sweat and making obscene noises, Camille was too far gone to be embarrassed as he felt him shudder in between her legs. “Camille!” Elijah roared as he came and damn, he was beautiful when he did. Face relaxing as he found bliss like never before, Camille wasn’t sure what that look did to her.

Set off when she saw his satisfied expression, Camille convulsed on his d**k until she was soaking his sheets. Body like a thousand pleasures in one giant wave, Camille giggled as Elijah kissed her again. Softer than before as he whispered, “And that wife is why they call it a good morning.” His smile was sinful and playful. It was so good at getting her hungry from him again.

Especially with those gold eyes eagerly dancing as he asked, “And now how about rounds five, six, and seven in the shower?”

She was saying yes when she suddenly heard the jarring shout-

“Deary are you up? You’re going to be late!”

Jerking up wide eyed and startled, Camille was scattered and embarrassed when she heard, “Sweetie? Are you okay?” Nodding quickly until she felt the crick in her neck, Camille called out , “Yes ma’am I’m okay. Thank you!”

Mrs. Tomsen left her, and Camille only checked when the door had closed. Face hot with embarrassment as she pulled her wet fingers out of her panties, Camille knew she should be used to it. Five days since meeting Elijah and she still couldn’t not think about him.

Finding herself at work feeling like she was daydreaming her life, Camille jumped when someone asked, “Are you alright love muffin?” Looking at Tabatha, Camille shrugged as she admitted, “I feel weird. I don’t know, I think I’m coming down with something.” Concerned as Camille seemed spaced out and agitated all day, Tabatha waited and found her niece noticing the same things.

When Camille left for lunch, Tabatha followed Maxine into the herb room. “What’s happening? Did I miss something?” Maxine hesitated, but she knew her aunt wasn’t asking about her and what she’d done. So, she answered, “I think she’s fated for someone in the pack.”

Surprised but excited, Tabatha gushed happily, “This is great!” Moving eagerly as she hounded Maxine for answers, but she was still new to the area and pack too, so she hadn’t known the wolf. Not dismayed, Tabatha was sure they’d be seeing the wolf soon and would help keep Camille safe. But also push her to her happiness…

“Camille’s been hurt in the past by men, we won’t let it happen again.” Maxine nodded agreeing to protect her friend, but it hurt her feelings when her aunt started squeaking, “This is so exciting, she deserves to be happy.”

While Maxine agreed, it hurt her aunt probably wouldn’t say that to her when she found out who she was meant for. Which would suck because didn’t she deserve to be happy too?

Not seeing her nieces face, Maxine had thankfully schooled it as Tabatha turned back to face her as she predicted, “Knowing any wolf worth his salt? He’ll track her down soon.”

Which was the truth. After asking around and getting the small info on the human who’d just moved to their world, Elijah had found his mate. Making time in his busy schedule, Elijah was at Spellbound when Camille came back from lunch and was out of sight when Tabatha announced, “Honey, it seems someone is here to see you.”

When he stepped around a rack eager to see her again, Elijah wasn’t disappointed. Natural puff slicked back and her edges laid, she was wearing jeans, black and red, Jordans with a white crop top under a black puffy jacket. Hot with so many emotions as she stared into Elijah’s eyes again, the wolf beamed as he greeted casually, “Camille, hi.”

He approached her slow, his body much larger than she realized as she craned her head up to look at him as he asked kindly, “I hate to approach you at work, but I had to see you again.” Wanting to slap herself since she was sure this was a dream, Camille didn’t embarrass herself as she instead whispered, “H-how did you know where I worked?”

Elijah chuckled a little, “Small village love. I promise I’m not a crazy stalker. But now that I have successfully tracked you down, how about a coffee date? Say now?”

Trying to displace the person from her fantasy boy, Camille waved to the shop they stood in, “Well like you said, I am at work right now-.” Interrupting, Tabatha airily helped the wolf out by giving her friend a nudge, “We’re super slow today doll face. Go on, have a nice evening.”

Turning to her boss who winked as she gave a nod, the obvious encouragement made Camille look over her shoulder at Elijah. He smiled at her like an angel, but his eyes danced with mischief as she sighed, “Fine. But JUST coffee.” He grinned as he held up his hands, “Of course.”

Waving to her boss before going with Elijah, they walked out together too focused on each other. Because of this tunnel vision, they didn’t see what happened next.

Evan, having not cared about their business and finding Maxine immediately, he was left staring as she worked trying to ignore him. Going into the herb room and him following only to the door frame, his soft words ran over her skin like a caress.

“Do you want to go and have a picnic lovely? I’ll take you to my favorite spot.” Maxine looked at him, and he saw her desire to. She wanted to go with him. Grinning he looked at her softly, his eyes taking in her face softly as he promised, “Come on I’ll be on my best behavior.” Words said like the promise was anything but the truth, Maxine was blushing as she found herself entertaining him.

About to nod in honesty that she did want to go, Maine was stopped from doing so. Blocked.

Tabatha had finally noticed Evan after pulling her attention from Camille leaving with Elijah and in that moment knew who he was. And when what he was doing clicked, she frowned, looking between him and Maxine. “Stone wolf.” She greeted before out of instinct, Tabatha held up a hand making the door slam close.

Stopping Evan from finishing the small step he’d started to Maxine. “Can I help you with something?” Words said like a warning, Evan gave her a look like he wanted to fight that instant. Paling since she wouldn’t win in her current predicament, Tabatha was saved by Evan coming to sense on who she was.

Actual care flickering on his face, guilt slammed into Tabatha immediately when she felt the pain and shame wash through her niece, Tabatha wanted to fix it. But Evan’s blue eyes glowed with hate and fury as he suddenly turned and stormed out.

Seeing his expression, watching him clearly rush off to the woods to shift, Tabatha’s worry increased, “Shit.” Especially when she rushed into the herb room, Tabatha knew she needed to talk to her niece. To ask if it was true.

But when she went into the herb room to talk to her, she wasn’t surprised to find Maxine had gone out the window…