Alpha Wolf Protector (Wolf Shifters 0f Wakerlin Book 2) Page 4

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  The memories of the night gnawed at his mind. Tiredness devoured every inch of his body as he walked into his house, carrying Amelia’s azure fur scarf in her arm. In her unconscious state, she had dropped it, and his mind had been too preoccupied to realize it until she left in the cab. A sweet lavender smell wafted from the surface, and Marco desired to press the soft fur to his nostrils. He thought otherwise. Though Amelia was beautiful and possibly his soul mate, he wasn't still sure he wanted to tangle himself in these feelings too soon. He sank into the nearby couch with a groan. Tugging the loose tie off his neck, he tossed it aside.

  Outside, the city was sleeping. Faint yellow light leaked through the large French windows at the wings of the room, filling it with a peaceful quietude. He tore the slick shirt off himself, threw the silk pants to the side, and strolled towards the fireplace. As he lit the flames in the grate, the orange light danced across the slender scars meandering across his bare chest. He stationed himself once again at his favorite spot. Moonlight splayed across his face as he stood, eyes fixed on his family in the picture. His friends and wolf mates he’d left behind.

  He fisted his hands and rubbed at his eyes, trying to focus. Drowsiness seared through his mind as he finally slid into bed, his eyes resting on the fur scarf that was folded on the mantelpiece, and an unexpected smile settled across his lips.

  Slipping an arm beneath his head, he shut his eyes and tried to sleep. A jolt of searing pain climbed up his sleeve, enveloping his chest and forced Marco to rise in haste, clutching his stomach tightly. His eyes swiftly scanned the room, but he was utterly alone. With horror, he instantly realized…Amelia. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and punched in her number. As he pressed the phone to his ear, the sound of ringing and the rapid beating of his heart echoed his sense. But she wouldn’t pick up. Anxiety gripped at his mind, and he snatched his keys and headed for the door, only to stop midway.

  She might think he was a freaking stalker. Marco!. This would be twice in a single day. He couldn’t imagine drifting her away by always suspiciously showing up at the right moment.

  He tried to eliminate the worst possible scenarios from his mind and get his mind to think a little straight. Perhaps, it’s Amelia’s time of the month. Yikes, women. Maybe it’s not something insanely dangerous. At least, I hoped it wasn’t.

  But he had to be sure.

  He decided to drop in a text on WhatsApp.

  “Hey. Marco here. Just checking in. I hope you arrived home safe.”

  He re-read it and decided that it was actually pretty straightforward, and didn't sound like something that might make her feel awkward. Though he had a lot of great ideas, he thought chuckling to himself. But he’d save that for later.

  Long minutes passed, and she didn't respond. That would probably be the first time in his life that Marco had restrained himself from doing something that seemed like the most logical alternative in a situation. He ran fingers through his hair, his feet clicking at the floorboard impatiently. When a soft ‘ting’ tore the air, he snatched his phone with a sigh of relief.

  “Yes, I did. Thank you.”

  “Can we meet out for drinks tomorrow, as promised?” He sent another text.

  She read it and finally replied.

  “Sure.”

  God, she was playing hard to get, huh. His mouth curved into a smile, as he typed,

  “Perfect. Meet you at the Ace of Clubs, then. 6 ‘o'clock.”

  “Sounds cool.”

  He decided not to offer to pick her up (much against his will) as he didn’t want her troubled over the idea that it was a date.

  Finally, he slid into bed, churning the feeling of how he couldn't wait for tomorrow.

  Chapter 7

  Somewhere ahead, in a dark corner, somebody was sitting alone. Amelia peeled her eyes, struggling to make out the stranger. She bent her body forward and caught the man edging away from the shadows; his head averted towards something else. She choked on a breath, startled.

  It was Marco.

  He was more than just handsome; he had a strong jaw, aquiline nose, and full red lips pursed in somberness. He was wearing jet-black Ray-Bans, with a grey cap thrown over his silky hair, that peeped out at the sides, glinting charcoal-black. Every time she slid her eyes away from his gorgeous face, she felt an irresistible urge to look back.

  Just one more time.

  It was not that she was drawn towards men all the time. Usually, she found them mundane and disinteresting, all like each other, one way or another. But there was something so alluring in this man’s pose, the way he straightened his shoulders, snorted at his watch, face creased as if something was bothering them. His entire self-set her feminine heart on fire.

  Finally, he was on his feet; cheeks glazed orange. He wore a white polo shirt, a dark blue blazer thrown over his broad shoulders, and black pants. He strolled towards her, a gorgeous smile licking his lips.

  “It’s wonderful to see you, Amelia,” he said, extending his hand, and she took it.

  “It’s good to see you too, Marco.”

  He smiled.

  “Shall we?” He arched his brows towards the interior, and Amelia nodded.

  The ‘Ace of Clubs’ was far beyond her expectations. It was huge. As she and Marco slid past the glass doors, they entered a large dance floor and a long counter for drinks trailing the three corners of the hall. Beyond the hall were private rooms for customers for…well, live their passion.

  Marco, being as careless as ever, strolled towards the rooms, but Amelia pulled him back, sighing.

  “I want to get drinks, Marco!”

  Winking at her, he swept to the counters and returned with two large pitchers of beer.

  “I’ve never felt the urge to get drunk hit me harder.” He sank into a chair beside her.

  They drank away for hours. Their minds were too tired to stop, and their body relished every sip. Though it was Marco who initially intended to get drunk, it turned out to be Amelia; who was on the verge of losing her senses.

  Marco led her to the restrooms. After throwing up the large amount of beer she had guzzled shamelessly, she bustled out, swaying on her feet.

  “Whoa-oa-o.” Marco gripped her body and led her to the sofas.

  “I always get too drunk,” she groaned, helping herself to some water.

  Marco shifted closer to her, her heaving chest touching his arm. “Luckily, it’s not such a bad thing tonight,” he grinned, his gorgeous lips curling upwards at the corners, and dimples forming at the cheeks.

  Amelia placed her finger atop his lips, touching them lightly. And before they knew it, they were kissing. In mere seconds, the kiss deepened, becoming more rapid, and desperate. She grew into his body, her arms digging into his shirt. Though Marco’s hands had ventured not too deep beneath her dress, she knew he could hardly wait.

  Marco bit her lip playfully, and she groaned. Shooting her a sly smile, he took her in his arms and glided past the thick red curtains, locking them behind a mahogany door.

  Inside, the room was heaven. Marco slid her body on to the silk sheets and got into bed beside her. He curled his hands around her stomach, lifting her dress. But this time, she didn’t hesitate. As he ripped her dress off her body, she pulled at his shirt, while kissing him deeply. She laid in her underclothes now. Marco slipped out of his shirt. She undid the zip of his trousers, and they fell to the floor beside them.

  Marco got to his knees, hovering above her body. He traced his fingers at the laces of her panties, hesitating.

  “More,” She panted, and he untied the knot. Her panties slipped down, and she felt a deep flush gathering in her face. Amelia was nearly naked, feeling vulnerable, yet she relished every bit of it. Marco was gentle and passionate all at once. His hands moved to unclasp her bra, but she had overcome with shyness and pulled the silk sheets around her legs to hide her body. Marco grabbed her wrists gently, moving the sheets away.

  “You are so beautif
ul.” He said as he softly removed her bra, tossed it away, and leaned above, gazing at her body.

  “Marco,” she whispered, as she felt her body tingling.

  He cupped her breasts with his hands gently, squeezing them, and a groan escaped her lips. She lunged her legs into his underwear, removing them with her feet.

  Marco smiled as her feet toyed with his underwear. She fiddled with his cock and led her toes towards his hip. She slowly pushed them downwards, exposing Marco. Drunk Amelia blushed and giggled at the sight. He helped her toes and undressed.

  He plunged his body on top of Amelia’s, pushing his arm beneath her hair as if she was resting on it. He kissed her softly in the beginning, barely touching her lips. But with each trace, his intensity and passion grew. He kissed her roughly, playing and sucking on her tongue. She responded with mutual eagerness, wrapping her bare legs around his torso. Marco led his left hand on her breast, cupping and squeezing it softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair.

  With one quick swift, Marco rolled her on top of him. He led his fingers around her waist, enjoying the vision of her curved waist and hip and her full breasts.

  “You like it?’’ she asked, giggling.

  Marco nodded, leading his hand to her head and bringing it down to kiss her. He lavished his tongue inside her mouth as his hand roamed around her breast. His hands softly moved down through her stomach giving her tickles as his hand explored the soft skin of her stomach. She moaned loudly as his hand reached her ass and he squeezed it tightly and gently spanked it.

  She led his mouth towards her breast as his tongue railed the insides of her mouth. He softly kissed her nipples as she groaned with sensation. He began sucking on her left nipple, watching her head drop back and eyes shut.

  She moaned as she felt sensations flowing down through her body. “Harder!’’ She said while she bit her lower lip.

  Marco squeezed her right nipple and gently used his teeth on her left one. Her moans seemed to grow louder with his increasing pressure.

  He slowly brought his tongue back in her mouth, and his hand cupped on her breast. He hastily laid her on the bed, observing her.

  ‘‘You’ve a beautiful body.” He whispered.

  Marco wanted to take it all in; He wanted to lick every inch of her dewy skin. He wanted to hear her moan, scream in pleasure.

  He suckled on her neck, sure that he would leave bruises behind. She whimpered at the sensation. He led his attention towards her breasts, sucking them hard enough until she almost yelled. His head went lower and lower. He slowly kissed her belly. She breathed in as a reaction, her stomach turning inward. But he didn’t stop there.

  Marco kissed the top curve of her pelvis and led his right finger towards her already vagina. He could tell, Amelia was already wet for him.

  His mouth watered with the intense desire to taste it all in, to lick her dry. But he needed to know if she wanted him to.

  “Can I?’’ he asked.

  “Do you want to?’’ she asked back.

  “Yeah.’’

  She reached his head and placed it in the face of her vagina. Marco opened his mouth and began to eat her out. He started to lick her clit slowly. Her legs began to fidget, and she dug her fingers in his hair. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, intertwining her vagina to his mouth. Now there was no way for him to stop. He would bring her to an orgasmic climax in one go.

  He licked her pussy more aggressively, going sideways, narrowing it to her clit. She gasped for air, moaning and shouting his name.

  Marco cupped her breast with his left palm and inserted his right middle finger inside her vagina. She immediately groaned in response, her eyes rolling in pleasure.

  Marco could not stop; her body’s response to his touch made him want to fuck her even more. He pushed and pulled his finger slowly in the beginning, opening up her steadily.

  Marco then simultaneously sucked her clit and her legs shivered as he licked and fingered her at the same time. He continued until she began moaning loudly. Her torso plunged upwards, and her fingernails dug deeper.

  “I’m going to cum! Marco,’’ she called.

  But he was nowhere near the finish line. He went harder and faster until her body began to shiver, and her back arched, and Amelia moaned louder than ever. She came in his mouth; her body still pulsating the sensation.

  “Fuck! Marco…’’ she whispered, her body still shivering with the orgasm.

  Marco slipped beside her, kissing her lips and her mouth as she slowly toppled over him.

  Chapter 8

  She sat on top of him, caressing his body nipples as he watched in amusement. She led her fingers towards his muscular chest and placed her wet vagina on top of his stiff cock, slyly smiling as she did so. He laughed at her clumsiness but continued eyeing her. She put her mouth around his neck, breathing heavily around his ear lobe. He shivered slightly. She led her fingers in his hair, holding his head in place as she kissed and sucked on his neck. She trailed lower towards his nipples, kissing them softly.

  She played with his cock. Meanwhile, she trailed her tongue all over his torso and curled her fingers around his erection, moving her fingers slowly around it.

  Until he could take it no more, he led her head towards his tip as she slowly took it inside her mouth. Devouring the taste of him, her mouth formed an O, taking it in deep.

  His tip was drowning in her saliva as she continued. She continued tasting and suckling on his penis, slowly bringing her attention to his testicles.

  Marco’s hands found her legs, bringing the end of her body to his front.

  “Let me eat you, too.’’

  Amelia did not resist as he dug his face deep inside her pussy, pushing and pulling her clit, toying with his fingers inside her. But that only added more fire to her passion as she sucked him harder, suctioning her cheek to keep his dick warm and hard.

  Marco could also not stop eating her out, his tongue reaching her asshole in eagerness.

  ‘’I want to fuck you. Now!’’ Marco commanded.

  She willingly agreed and laid her back on the bed as he stood on the edge. His finger led the way, so his penis entered her slowly.

  She gasped as Marco made his way inside, holding her thighs for stability. His thrusting gained momentum and spent the next few moments gasping for air. She pulled him on top of her, wrapping her legs around, moving her body to aid his rhythm. Their bodies clasped against one another, growing harder and faster, just like their moans.

  He got crazy as he held her head in his palms and fucked her deeply. She could not take in the amount of pleasure it gave her, she shivered and screamed while he panted.

  He rolled her backward; his thighs slapped against her ass cheeks as he pushed back and forth. He spanked her ass as his body gained rhythm again. He dug his fingers in her waist and kept thrusting harder. The sight of her thin waist leading to her ass jumping on his penis could not prolong him any longer; he was near to the point of climax.

  “I’m going to cum.’’ Marco gasped. He immediately pulled out and groaned loudly as her breasts splashed with his liquids, slowly slipping into the sheets beside her.

  The effects of the drink were beginning to fade off them now. Their bodies tangled around each other, silk sheet locking their legs together.

  "I should get going," Amelia whispered at his neck.

  A shadow fell across Marco's face. But he didn't say anything.

  Amelia turned her head around, rising as she tried to get up. Marco's fingers wrapped around hers, and he pulled her back, his lips brushing against her.

  All of her willpower melted to dust. He held her jaw with one hand, the other running through her hair, as their kiss only grew deeper.

  "You don't have to leave." His voice was a soft hush. Amelia's insides knotted at the sound of it.

  His tongue trailed the corners of her mouth, and she shut her eyes close, body tingling with passion. He was kissing her neck. Soft, intermitt
ent kisses that traveled down her neck to her stomach. He spread her legs apart, gently pushing them, and she let him. He perched himself between her thighs, lips glued to her body. His head bent low as he kissed her lower and lower. His mouth closed over her vagina, and Amelia felt a spasm of orgasm shoot through her. He glanced up with a sly smile at his lips. His hand rubbed at her vagina slowly, drawing in and out. Amelia's stomach pressed into her body as she panted heavily.

  He was too good at it. His fingers were caressing her cervix gently, until a finger sneaked inside, hitting her G-spot. Amelia let out a cry of pain. But it was a good pain and one that set her body on fire. And Marco was inside her, his finger traveling up and down her G-spot, and her body pulled into him, soft nipples brushing against his tight abs.

  "Marco," she panted. "Marco, please. I should get home now."

  He sighed. "But why, Amelia? You know you don't have to go back to that monster. I'm here for you. I can't imagine someone lifting even a finger on you. I'd burn their entire existence to the ground."

  Amelia looked at him quietly, God's beautiful miracle upon her.

  "But Alex, Marco," she said finally, "I can't leave him with Kyle."

  "Then bring him along."

  "What? Where?"

  "He can stay at Reyna's, Amelia. I trust her with my life. And she'll take good care of him. Trust me." He pressed her hand gently, gazing deep into her eyes, raw genuineness cutting deep into Amelia's soul.

  "This is a big decision, Marco." Amelia sighed. "I can't just randomly make it right now. I'd have to file for divorce. The entire matter would extend to months."

  He pulled her close.

  "Well, you can stay with me during that time."

  She felt the heat of his gaze upon her.

  "We'll file for a divorce today. Get Alex to Reyna. I'll get it done. All smoothly, I promise," He said.

  Amelia struggled for words. She couldn't believe this moment was real and that she was escaping this abominable life, finally leaving the misery behind her.

  She finally nodded and caught Marco beaming.