12: Dreams

Dina’s POV

“Dina!”

I turned around and saw Alpha Stone leaning against the doorway to his office. The white tee clung to his body perfectly, and his jeans hung loosely around his hips.

Goddess, he looked heavenly…

“Yes, alpha?” I replied and tried to stop myself from ogling him. But my wolf kept encouraging me to eye-rape our alpha, which made that mission rather impossible. He looked so---

He didn’t reply but motioned for me to follow him into his office. But instead of sitting down, he stood by his desk with that irresistible smirk of his. For a second, I wondered if I was in some kind of trouble – or if he’d changed his mind about last night and had decided to punish me. However, to my surprise, he pointed to the artwork I’d made on his wall.

It was a small collection of stick figures gathered around a lake, that was the huge patch. On the patch were ducks, and stick figures fishing or swimming, while others were building a raft, daydreaming about sailing around the big blue world. Around the "lake" smiling stick figures were gathered around a bonfire or pitching up a tent. One guy was relaxing in a hemic that he'd put up between two trees and in a place by themselves, two figures were making sweet music on a charcoal guitar.

“You like it?” I grinned, happier than I’d felt in a long time.

“I do,” he replied, his husky voice surprisingly close to my ear. “But that’s not why I called you in here.”

I turned around and realized that he was standing right behind me. I gasped at the proximity, but to my own surprise, I didn’t step away from him. I could feel the heat radiate off his body and his deep, masculine scent made me weak in the knees. His eyes trailed down to my lips and, without thinking, I wetted them. As if it was the invitation he was waiting for, he bent down and gently brushed his lips with mine.

Sparks flew in all directions, consuming my body in a sensation that left my body trembling. My core heated, and all I wanted to do was to melt into his embrace. I barely recognized the small whine of protest that escaped my lips, when he carefully pulled back, taking in my face one more time. As if to make sure I really was giving in to him.

At that moment, something inside me clicked. I didn’t want him to hesitate. I wanted him. I had wanted him for such a long time now, it felt like a punishment not to be with him. I wanted his warmth, his body, his touch, his kiss…

I wanted him.

My arms found their way around his neck on their own accord. Our lips crashed together in a passionate and heated kiss. Sparks engulfed my body and a moan was trapped between us. He took it as an invitation and trailed his tongue across my lips. Eagerly, I gave him access and felt like he explored every inch of me.

“Goddess, you taste good,” he murmured huskily, while his hands eagerly explored my body. His callus hands found the helm of my shirt and in a fluent motion, he pulled it off me. I didn't fight it, because I didn't want to and I realized that I enjoyed it, as his eyes trailed down my body. I enjoyed being the sole focus of his affection...

When I met his dark eyes, I could see that they'd gone dark with lust. There were even some specks of gold in them, indicating that his wolf was close. I couldn't understand why, but I like it. I liked that both the man and the wolf wanted me. Hell, it made my own wolf purr with animalistic satisfaction that this powerful alpha desired her...

I let the alpha look his fill, before gesturing to his own overdressed body, arching an eyebrow questioningly at him. He smirked and, without taking his eyes off me, he took off his shirt, exposing his well-defined torso to me in all its glory. Just looking at him made me have to bite back a moan. Gingerly, I let my fingers roam across his toned chest and down his hard arbs, enlisting a low growl that vibrated in his chest. It sent shivers down my spine and turned me on even more.

As if sensing my state of need, his hands firmly gripped my hips and I was placed on his desk. A small needy cry escaped my mouth, while his lips trailed kisses down my neck and chest. He gently pushed me down on the table, before his hands started to work on my breasts. With one hand, he gently massaged one breast, while he sucked and kissed the other, sending my brain into a frenzy of lust. The tugging sensation seemed to send electric jolts straight to my clit, making it throb in tune with his ministrations. I moaned and arched my back, willing to do anything to get closer to him. My body was on fire under his fingers. The sensations his touches created were driving me wild. That’s when I felt his hard bulge rubbing against my core and I was ready to come undone.

“Levi,” I moaned, feeling him at my entrance. I had no idea when he'd gotten rid of my pants, but I found I didn't care. I was soaking wet and more than ready to let him have his way with me. I knew I was a virgin and this was my first time, but I wasn't scared. Instead, I felt an odd tingling excitement for him to take my virginity.

I wanted him that badly...!

“Say it again,” he rasped, his voice low while his hot breath trailed across my sensitive skin. “Say my name!”

“Levi,” I eagerly pleased him, my voice no more than a whisper. A low growl erupted at the back of his throat, and before I knew it, I felt him thrust into me. I gasped for air, feeling my excited body crying out as he finally satisfied the fire inside me. It didn't even hurt, as he thrust deep and filled me up completely. I was a moaning mess beneath him, as he took me hard and fast on the desktop. It rocked against the wall, thumping and creaking with every push and pull between us. I eagerly met him trust for trust and, just like that, my orgasm had built to its peak.

“Levi!” I cried out, just as he thrust into me a final time, making me come undone in his arms and---

I woke up just as my orgasm reached its peak, leaving me gasping for air.

Shit!

I threw myself back onto the pillows, pressing my legs close as the aftershocks rocked through me. Groaning and moaning into the pillow, I sent a silent prayer upward that nobody could smell what I'd been dreaming about. Hell, I still couldn't believe that just happened! I mean--- I’d had wet dreams before, but...

The alpha?!

The man who made me his maid?!

What was wrong with me?

I shouldn't be having wet dreams about the guy, right? Then again, he was also the one who saved me from whatever Josh might have done to me last night. And who made sure my injuries were healed and helped me take my mind off things by helping me cook dinner. And who, albeit very untraditionally, showed me more kindness and care than even my own brother did.

OK, so--- maybe not so weird that he showed up in my dreams and fucked me within an inch of my life. But that's the good thing about dreams, right?

They're just dreams.

They don't mean anything...

But as I tried to convince myself of that, what I felt wasn't a sense of relief. Instead, I couldn't help the pang of disappointment and sadness that speared my heart.