A Night With the Alpha

Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires lurking in every corner of the streets and most importantly, those who found pleasure in the nightlifes. Those whose only solace were clubs, bars, and joint houses. And let's not forget, notorious gang members were said to enjoy prying on the weak at night out in the streets. In one word, the night harbored everything bad and evil; which was the gang members, vampires and demons. Only two out of those didn't exist in this world we live in except for the gang members of course. Let's face it, this was reality anyways. The good part; was clubbing, the bars and good smoke joints and the underground dope houses for meth, heroine and whatnots. All of the above good things were my hobby. My favorites. I lived for that shit. Literally. We were in the 21th century where rich aristocrats had infested the world and let's be honest, no one gave a fuck if some set of teenagers or gr

His home was magnificent. Nicely decorated far more properly for a bachelor, the glass mansion was elaboratly designed it had no hanged pictures except some few paintings on the wall. As much as I'd have loved to explore the entire house in all it's magnitude, I didn't think that was a proper thing to do. He led me into the living room and headed straight to the mini bar, "care for a drink?" He turned to face me when he plucked out a bottle of whiskey. "Why don't we just get down to business instead?" I drawled out seductively. His lips twisted back into what would have been called a smile, " we will. But first Lizzie, we have to talk."Stepping out of my heels I flicked my hair to a side and slowly began to unzip my dress. I swayed my hips in a perfect rhythm as I approached him. I pushed him back against the bar counter my hand rested on his chest and my lips slowly kissed his jaw. "Talk about what?" I asked hoarsely. He rested the bottle back on it's shelf and his hand curled

Stop?! When he was already fully in? No way. "Don't," He hummed and I felt him lean back. I heard ripping sounds of a parcel followed by the feel of something being plunged into me, filling my abandoned core. "What is that?" I asked alarmed. He didn't reply but what I felt was enough answer for me. "Elijah!!" I moaned. A fucking vibrator! "Feel it," he pushed back and slammed into me again. My body rattled beneath his as unimaginable pleasure spread through me from both holes. He groaned again, "all of you feels so tight," This time, I couldn't help but moan at his compliment. The vibrator, coupled with the feel of his oh-so-good length gliding in and out of me made screams, sobs and moans fill the air. The grunting moans that spilled from his lips occasionally, and the way his hand tightened around my hair spurred me on. My back arched again when an unbearable amount of pleasure ricocheted through me. He hit another part of me that made me see stars. "Fuck Eli! I'm

I curled up on the couch. That fucker had told me to get out of his office, it took everything in me to not slap him hard across the face. I felt a tinge of pain at his harsh words-why, I couldn't tell. I was already in a foul mood as it was. After I'd left Elijah's office and went back to Lee, she said nothing and we both drove home in silence until we were in our apartment. She paced the room demanding an explanation. "Alexis! What the actual fuck happened at school? And why is the new professor's name Elijah? The same name you've screamed for a week." "We'd have to ask his parents why they named him Elijah cause I really don't know." I shrugged. She eyed me suspiciously "really? And that same Elijah just happened to call you into his office, alone, out of hundreds of students?" Okay, I admit. I couldn't keep her in the dark. She had to know, maybe then she could give me an advice on what to do cause fuck! I really needed one. "Okay, fine. Dr Elijah Carson is the same Eli

It's been two weeks again. Ever since I'd had a fallout with Elijah. I still couldn't help but wonder how things could have gone if I'd taken up his open offer. You know that feeling Anna felt when she met Christian, or that feeling Massimo felt when he saw Laura, that's exactly how I felt every single time I walked into his class and saw his face. Funny right? Well, fuck me for making references to smutty movies and BDSMS but what can I say, I'm sex deprived. Other than torturously masturbating quietly at night to fantasies of him, I had no interest in riding anyone else. It was like he'd cured me and limited my OCSB to him only. Whenever I had his class, he wouldn't even spare me a glance and he always had a permanent scowl plastered on his face every time he saw me walk in. Lee on the other hand was glad I'd ended things clean and carefully for my sake. She feared for the outcome of such reckless clandestine affair. "Today, we'd be learning about Mood disorders, the firs