Carrying The Alpha's Heir
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Chapter 26 26 img
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Chapter 5 5

As he shifted, his pants slipped down, revealing the prize Rosie eagerly anticipated.

Beneath his white boxer briefs, Xander's arousal was evident, straining against the fabric.

Rosie began to explore the hidden erection with gentle kisses and touches, her lips tracing its outline before kissing and licking through the fabric.

Xander's hand found its way into Rosie's hair, his control slipping away as she continued.

With a sudden boldness, Rosie pulled down Xander's briefs, exposing him to the cool air.

She teased him with kisses and gentle touches, eliciting moans from Xander.

Their intimacy intensified as Xander praised Rosie's skills, his appreciation evident in his actions and words.

As they continued, Xander's scent and taste overwhelmed Rosie, heightening their connection. Despite any insecurities, Xander assures Rosie of her perfection.

With Xander's guidance, their passion escalated, each touch and kiss igniting their desire. Rosie surrendered to the sensations, losing herself in their shared intimacy.

Their lovemaking was a dance of pure lust and desire, each movement bringing them closer together. Xander's touch drove Rosie to new heights of pleasure, their connection deepening with every thrust.

Their coupling was intense and all-consuming, each moment filled with shared ecstasy and passion.

Rosie's moans and Xander's whispered words of affection spoke volumes about their bond. As they moved to the bed, their laughter mingled with the soft rustle of sheets.

Their embrace was tender yet passionate, their bodies entwined in a symphony of pleasure.

With each touch and kiss, they expressed their love and desire for one another.

Rosie surrendered to Xander's touch, their union transcending physical pleasure.

Their climax was a culmination of their shared passion, each release bringing them closer together. Exhausted yet fulfilled, they clung to each other, their love evident in their shared embrace.

As they lay together in the afterglow, the room filled with a sense of warmth and intimacy.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they exchanged soft smiles and tender kisses, their connection deepening with each passing moment.

Rosie's head rested gently on Xander's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Xander traced his fingers along Rosie's skin, memorizing every curve and contour.

In the soft light of the room, their bodies seemed to blend together, creating a seamless bond between them.

Rosie stood to leave but was held back.

"Stay," Xander said, already slipping into sleep, his voice slurring a little, and Rosie nodded with a soft smile, leaning into his embrace, where she put her head onto the other's chest, and soon, she heard how Xander's breathing change, and she knew he had fallen asleep. She got up and left.

Xander woke up with a headache that would have made a mechanical drill jealous.

Groaning, he rolled onto his back, only slowly and hesitantly opening his eyes, and looked at a white ceiling that definitely did not belong to his own bedroom back at home.

He frowned while sitting up just a little, another groan escaped his lips when his head did not agree with the movement and he looked around.

White walls, stylish beige and green in a modern room, the whole wall in front of him covered by large windows.

Definitely a hotel room.

He pressed his lips together, trying to remember how he ended here last night, and then shut his eyes and let himself fall back into the pillows when he remembered.

The Maxwell's party. Ava is cheating on him with Maxwell's oldest son.

He remembers wanting to leave and waiting for a taxi.

Going to the restroom.

Rosie.

He sat up abruptly and looked around the room.

Had his mind made the omega up or had she really existed?

A stranger he had not exchanged more than a few words with and had hooked up with nonetheless in a hotel room, a woman he knew nothing more of than her being gorgeous, her first name, and that she was an omega.

He turned and pulled the pillow next to him closer for a moment, closing his eyes, and inhaled the scent that told him without leaving behind a single doubt that he had indeed shared the bed with an omega.

Her scent was still present and filled Xander's mind immediately with memories of what had happened between them.

Something made him smile when he noticed a hickey on his shoulder that proved that Rosie had indeed been real and that he had spent a passion-filled night with the other young woman.

Xander huffed out a laugh and sat back up, again looking around.

His own clothing, his shirt, shoes, suit, and underwear were scattered on the floor surrounding the bed, but there was no trace of the clothing the omega had worn.

For a moment, he listened into the silence of the room and heard nothing.

Rosie was not in the room anymore, probably left hours ago while he had been sleeping.

Trying to be unbothered, Xander got up and went to the bathroom, where he turned the shower on and stepped under the warm spray, washing traces of the last night away from his skin.

The scent of the shower gel and shampoo was flowery and surprisingly nice, and he closed his eyes when he rubbed the foam into his skin, remembering the way the omega had touched him.

A few minutes later, he came out, wrapped himself in a soft bathrobe and returned to the room, where he sat down on the bed, bending down to pick his jacket and trousers up and put a hand into his pockets searching for his phone, but did not find it.

Frowning, he stood up and looked around. Maybe his phone had slipped out and had fallen to the floor, been pushed underneath the bed or somewhere else, but he could not find the device, and after sitting back down, the frown growing deeper and deeper, he noticed that his platinum watch was gone from his wrist.

With his watch and phone both gone, it did not come as a surprise when he found his wallet missing as well.

He closed his eyes with a groan, this time not because his head was still aching, but because he had been expertly played last night.

Twice.

Once by his fiancée.

And once again, by the omega that had made him forget the pain he had been going through.

                         

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