Page 18 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Rayhan

F uck, the scent of her arousal was breaking every inch of my resolve and self-control.

That fucking delicious moan that had left her lips had made me hard.

Thank the Goddess for baggy pants and tight boxers.

I did not want her to see that. Since when was I not able to control myself?

I locked the door to the bedroom I was staying in, as she was in mine, and took a deep breath.

The image of her startling eyes, her pounding heart, the way her nipples hardened when I kissed her foot, her sexy long legs that had the perfect thickness on her thighs…

I throbbed hard. An image of her naked under me filled my head, and I clenched my fist. Fuck, don’t think about her.

I wanted her. No, I needed her.

How would it feel to be able to kiss those pouty lips of hers?

For her to scream out my name as I pounded into her tight little pussy.

Fuck… I barely even realised when I pushed my pants down and took my dick out.

It was that or going back out there, and my dick was definitely the better option in this scenario.

I took a deep breath, imagining myself pinning her to the bed as I fucked her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I kissed her until her lips were sore. I wanted to taste her…

I ran my hand along my shaft, picturing my sexy kitten, who reminded me of an elven princess, as I stroked myself to thoughts of her.

Was it wrong to think of fucking her like this?

Maybe, but right then, I needed it. Imagining her hands all over me, her hands around my dick…

licking the tip. I rested my head back against the door, lost in her image.

Her whimpering moan echoed in my mind as I felt myself throb harder.

Fuck, that’s it. I stroked myself faster, imagining her moaning as she sucked me off. Pleasure erupted within me and I shot my load, letting out a quiet moan as I breathed hard. Fuck.

Did I have to think so dirtily of her? I mean, if she knew…

I don’t know how she’d take that, but I couldn’t help it.

I didn’t think she even realised how appealing she was.

Even earlier when she bent down to place the drinks on the table, if I wasn’t in front of her, I would have gotten one fine view…

and then she sat down, exposing those legs. .. Fuck.

I couldn’t blame her for my dirty mind. I was the one who needed to stop drinking her up every moment I saw her.

I needed to clean up.

“Want to fuck me?”

I frowned, staring up at Delsanra. She was wearing my shirt as it slipped off her shoulder, revealing a hint of her cleavage, her hair falling in front of her eyes. When did she come to my room? My heart raced as she climbed on top of me, a seductive glint in her eyes.

“Delsanra…” She ran her hand along my shaft on top of my trousers, a pout on her lips.

“Fuck me, Rayhan…” she whispered, making me throb hard.

Her lips barely touched my neck, but before I could even grab hold of her, a banging sound made my eyes fly open and I groaned.

A dream. Fuck. I looked down at the tent in my pants and glared at the door.

“What?”

“Er… you busy, dude? Cause if you’re doing the nasty, I could come back-”

“Shut it, Chris. What is it?”

“It’s your mom on the phone!”

And he seriously mentioned that , what the hell? I got up and walked to the door. I opened it enough to snatch my phone from him and slammed the door in his face.

I’ll deal with him later.

“Hey, Mom,” I greeted, rubbing my neck and taking out the kinks.

“Rayhan, darling, seriously. Why are you doing this to me?” Her soft, melodious voice was laced with worry.

“Doing what, Mom?” I loved her to bits, I really did, but she worried too much.

“Not coming home,” she whispered. “I’m worried about you, Ya Hayati, I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Mom... but there’s…” I hated lying to her. I knew I was going to lie to her and Dad about going on the extra training but having to lie myself... was a lot harder. “There’s some stuff I need to do. I promise to call daily if that helps?”

“You never do, Rayhan, it’s me who always has to chase up a call. Okay, listen, I don’t want any excuses. Next month there is a family event that I want you to attend, and I won’t take no for an answer,” she said firmly.

“Fine. Mom, I need to go shower.”

“See, Mom, he’s trying to get rid of you!” Raihana’s voice came.

“At least I’m not the one posting provocative pictures on social media,” I remarked.

“Low blow, Ray. Actually, you’re probably not, but everyone knows what you and your manwhore for a best friend probably get up to.” Okay, I probably asked for that.

“We are not alike.” I wasn’t an angel either... but still, I was not Chris.

“You are recognised by who your friends are, brother. And that pig-headed blond is a player. With probably a hundred diseases…”

“Raihana! He is the Delta!” Mom scolded in the background.

“So? Just stating facts. Anyway, you better get back here. It’s our cousin’s wedding, Ray, you can’t miss it. There’s going to be dancing, drinking, and women in gorgeous gowns, or men if that’s what you prefer.”

“Raihana, your brother is busy; let him go! Take care, Rayhan, you must be busy.”

“Mommy’s boy,” she muttered. “Bye, Ray, do call, we miss you.”

“Miss you too, sis.” Despite our banter, she was still my little sister. One who could talk a lot, I feel sorry for her future mate…

I plugged my phone in to charge, my dream returning to me. Why couldn’t I have stayed asleep for a little longer?

Three hours later , Chris and the girls had left. Rose had given Delsanra food and bid her farewell as I wasn’t able to face her, not after I had ended up thinking dirty about her in the shower again… Fuck, help me.

Things were just getting harder with each passing day, and I had known they would continue to, but after what happened the night before…

I ran my fingers through my hair as I unlocked the apartment and entered.

I had popped to her workplace, telling them she hadn’t been well because I had a feeling she might want to return there.

Her loser of a boss was in the hospital with a number of broken bones, so there was no way he’d be out of the hospital for a few weeks, and by then, I hoped to have won her over.

Okay, I needed to face her… I couldn’t believe this was me now.

I was someone who never had a problem facing a woman, not even after an awkward situation.

I mean, I’d slept with Kiara and was not awkward about it.

That one turned into a weird situation..

. I slept with my cousin’s mom whilst she was pregnant with him.

Yeah, not something I’d ever bring up, but it was the truth.

Nice going, Rayhan.

Back to my kitten... Let’s face her . I walked to her door, about to knock when it was pulled open to reveal Delsanra, fully dressed.

Her scent hit me as I looked her over. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, a few strands framing her face.

She wore a blue long-sleeved top that had a boat neck; the fabric stretched at the chest and hung slightly loose at her narrow waist. She had it paired with black jeans and boots.

The sleeves of her top half covered her hands.

She looked up at me, her heart racing. I was sure last night was playing in her mind just as it was mine. I swallowed, trying not to let the urge to pull her close consume me.

“The others have left, so it’s just the two of us.

Want to go out or something? Also, I ended up popping down to the diner.

The asshole is in the hospital, and he won’t be out for a few weeks.

No one mentioned you, so it’s safe to say he didn’t mention his own deeds.

” I ran my hand through my hair, watching her.

“I told them you weren’t well. I was thinking you could get back to work if you like, and then after two weeks, you can decide what you want to do. ”

Okay, that was just a ramble, but it wasn’t my fault when she looked so good…

there was also the fact that I was guilty of what I did while thinking about her.

Maybe I was overreacting, but she was my mate, not just a sexual object that I had gotten off to.

Women are more than objects of lust, I swear. I blamed Chris for corrupting me.

She crossed her arms under those breasts of hers and raised an eyebrow.

“What did you do?” she asked suspiciously. I looked at her in surprise.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart thudding.

“You’re feeling guilty about something.”

“For last night,” I admitted, thinking about what I did in my bedroom.

I wasn’t lying… she just didn’t know what I meant. I felt bad, but… she seemed to accept it and gave me a once over before wrinkling her nose.

“Do you always dress like you’re going to a fashion show?”

It was my turn to look down at myself; blue jeans, tan boots, white T-shirt… tan jacket… a belt. Yeah, basic.

“I’m wearing everyday clothes?”

“Oh, well, you look awful,” she stated, walking towards the kitchen. “Are you seriously going to follow me like a lost puppy?”

“Well, since you call me a dog… why not?” She sighed, and as stated, I followed her. My eyes fell on her ass. Damn ...

“Can you stop staring?” Did she have eyes at the back of her head?

“Do you blame me when you’re so beautiful?”

She stopped, turning around so fast I almost bumped into her.

“You know… there’s actually something I think you should see,” she said, stepping back. I slipped my hands into my pockets, wondering what it was. “This might get you off my back, and we can end this deal,” she said with a humourless smile.

Before I could even reply, she reached for the hem of her top, and to my surprise, she took it off completely, leaving her standing there in just her pale pink t-shirt bra.

Fuck. Her chest rose and fell heavily, and I knew she was nervous. I drank up her body, not able to look away from her jutting collar bones, her smooth neck, or her perfect boobs…

It was then that I swallowed hard, realising what she was showing me. It wasn’t her sexy, dainty body with her gorgeous breasts. It was beyond that.

From her waist to the band of her jeans, her skin was a canvas of scars, runes, and what looked like small burn marks.

My chest tightened painfully as she turned to show me her back.

My wolf’s anger and pain mixed with my own, and I stepped back.

It was worse than the front. The number of gashes was alarming.

Some hadn’t even healed properly, leaving them puffy and raised.

Her warm ivory skin was littered with scars of different colours, showing which were newer and which were older.

.. my head was ringing as I ran my shaking hand through my hair.

Runes that had been etched into her skin… some of the scars looked like bullet wounds, some others which I knew had been made with the butt of a cigarette… whips...

She lifted her hair up, showing me the back of her neck. There was a long scar that went into her hairline and all the way down between her shoulder blades, stopping at her waist. Her arms had a few scars, but those were mainly around her wrists.

I couldn’t breathe. The pain and anger I felt were battering me, my eyes flashing.

“I’m not pretty or appealing, so you should accept that and move on. I’m ugly, aren’t I?” she stated it more than asked quietly.

Her words sent a flash of irritation through me. She was about to put her top back on when I grabbed her by her elbow, spinning her around. My other hand cupped the side of her face and neck.

She gasped, grabbing my shirt and keeping some distance between us as I pulled her close, my other hand snaking around her tiny waist. Without her shirt, I could feel all the dents and ridges of her scars. Our eyes met, our hearts thudding, her scent filling my nose.

“You are not ugly. Scars do not make you ugly. Fuck, Kitten, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…

one who is a survivor. You have been through hell, yet you’re still strong.

That in itself is so goddamn impressive.

I wish you could see the you that I see,” I whispered.

I caressed her back, making her take a shuddering breath.

She was beautiful inside and out, nothing would change that.

It just hurt to see that she didn’t believe it.

Her eyes filled with that confused vulnerability I had seen before, and I knew she didn’t believe me. Her eyes shadowed as she suddenly pulled free. I let her go, although it was so fucking hard to do, but I also needed to compose myself.

“Excuse me,” she whispered, turning and running back to her room. I didn’t follow her.

Those who had committed those crimes… I was not going to just sit back any fucking longer. There was one person who would have the information I needed. I took my phone out of my pocket, dialling his number. The phone rang a few times before it was answered.

“To what do I owe the fucking pleasure that made you fucking call and ruin my day?” His cold, mocking voice came down the line.

“Hello to you too, Uncle Al.”