A Night With the Alpha

Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires and werewolves 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, good smoke joints and the underground dope houses 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 grownups were out in the streets doing shit. The only time you heard the 'you are a disgrace to your family' phrase was when said rich families had to scrape you off the streets because you had just tore a hole in their social-public lifestyle.

I digress,

I never gave two fucks though if my parents found out, I enjoyed what I enjoyed and candidly, they were never around to notice the big turnaround my life had gotten.

I digress again,

I was in one of the biggest clubs in the city, in my v-neck long sleeve tassel body con dress complemented with an eight inched heel. My face was caked in heavy makeup that made me look unrecognizable. The contours defining my cheekbones, the smoky eye and eyes lined like an egyptian goddess made me look like a real seductress.

my lips was painted in bright blood red color and my raven curly hair fell across my shoulders. I swayed my hips relentlessly on the dancefloor like a hooker waiting to be hitched for the night and fuck I was desperate.

Each nights was a night with a new guy for me. I found sex with the same guy over and over again shitty and time-wasting. Besides, once you fucked the same guy over and over again, they think you're something. In one word, I was never fond of encores.

Flipping my lashes up, my eyes clashed with a guy-well lots of guys who'd seemed to be checking me out. But the one who caught my attention was that particular one who had his head leaning on the cushion, his hair which I could only assume was black or brown from where I stood was tousled.

He wore a plaid shirt, skinny jeans and he had glasses on. Not the shades kinda glasses but the white lensed one. He had that typical-nerd look on. He was beautiful with a slight touch of manliness from afar.

He had that child-like-innocent -cute look on. Not the kind of cuteness that made you want to fuck him, no. The kind that made you want to cuddle him, stroke your fingers through his hair like a little child. He looked too innocent for a man, like a teenager who was attempting to lose his virginity to a hooker at a club in hopes of experiencing sex. But I wasn't going to be that girl.

Nope,

Absolutely no way.

Wanting the attention of someone who knew what they were doing, I turned away. I'd gotten the attention I'd needed, all eyes were on me now, including a particularly unwanted one so it was time to play card two.

With a few hip-wiggling tease, I halted my dancing and gracefully waltzed towards the bar. The part where all the thumping sounds of the blasting songs had muffled a bit.

"Two shots of tequila please," I ordered when I hopped on the stool. The bartender nodded in compliance to my order and began to make my drink. I twirled on the stool clanking my eight-inched heels against the iron.

"Mind if I keep you company?" The most beautiful manly voice I'd ever heard spoke and I twirled round on my seat to find the owner of the voice.

"Oh," I sighed, disappointed. It was nerdy. Up close he looked really gorgeous and manly with pecs and abs straining and bulging beneath the short sleeved shirt.

His perfectly shaped brows creased as he scrutinized me under his gaze. He had chiseled jaws and nicely defined face with an all too straight nose. His eyes were something between brown and black I still couldn't make out the damn color under the multi-colored lighting of the club.

I turned back and the bartender pushed my drinks towards me with two slice of lime and a pinch of salt in a little plate.

"Not what you were expecting?" He asked, agitated.

He was beautiful and quite very manly for the whole nerdy thing he had going on. I mean, come on, i'd doubt if he knew what good sex meant, talk more, how to make a woman orgasm.

"I never said I was expecting anything," I fired back exasperatedly.

"Hmmm," he paused and looked at me for a few seconds, his gaze roaming my flushed face. "You think I'm not worth your time." he said calmly, as if deep in thoughts. He frowned again.

"Oh please, if you're looking for a girl to help you get the first time over with, I'm really not her. There are a lot of worthy cocks I'd rather ride tonight,"

He looked at me once again like he was studying me and I was starting to squirm under his excruciating gaze.

"Try me then. I'm worth the ride, I assure you."

I couldn't help but chuckle hysterically. He was so confident in his words.

This was so going to be fun,

"Okay then. Prove you're worthy. If you can, make me want you in five minutes,"

"I'll do it in one," he scoffed.

Cocky bastard,

"Fine then,"

He sighed and pulled a stool beside me, sitting on it.

"Your flushed face say you're turned on already. Right from that very moment you started to dance, you were desperate. Desperate for a good fuck. want me to tell you more?" He rosed a brow.

I swallowed hard. Was he some sort of psychic? His bold words worked it's way into me, setting my insides ablaze, the sound of his voice as he drawled seductively felt like a potent aphrodisiac. I was expecting him to touch me or make other advances but this was definitely not the way I thought he would go.

He hadn't even said anything worth turning me on! What the fuck was wrong with me?!

"Tell me," I breathed out.

He stared at my face that had gotten more flushed over the second and back to the thigh I was trying hard to not clench.

"You're hungry for attention. The moment you turned towards that side," he pointed to the direction were several gaze had been focused on me, "you were searching for that one person who would fulfill your dirty fantasies tonight, but trust me, no man would ever touch you like I would tonight." he ended brusquely.

Fuck!

He was too confident for my liking. He had to be really good, or bluffing. it made me want him to fuck me right there where he stood to find out. My whole body ached-ached to be touched. And a searing fire had ignited between my legs where heat had begun to pool. I clenched my thighs to find friction.

Wasn't he supposed to be a nerd?! Well, I concluded that being a nerd had nothing to do with the human anatomy.

The words he spoke were quite un-nerd like. He glanced at the watch on his wrist then to the thighs I had tightly clenched. His hands traveled to my thighs and I jolted surprised but relaxed. His calloused palm stroked my exposed knees. My breathing sped up and my heart raced in anticipation. I needed something, some sort of urgent relief for the fire he'd ignited and i didn't care if he finger fucked me in a club.

His hand parted my dress and torturously traveled up my thighs,

"Open," he ordered.

I whimpered and docily parted my legs under his command. My whole body trembled and I wanted nothing more than to heed his commands.

His fingers slowly moved up my thighs and a needy moan excaped my lips when his fingers came in contact with the damp patch on my thong but he expertly avoided touching any hot buttons.

"Aren't you dripping yet?" He asked as if his fingers touching the part of the thong were my moisture seeped through wasn't enough. He retracted his hand back and grabbed my already forgotten glass of tequila, squeezing the lemon into his mouth he downed the tequila. His eyes were cold and calculating and he looked at me with no emotion visible in his face.

It was like he'd been doing this for a long time. Like he was born to make women scream his name. Which I knew not yet-his name.

"Fuck me," I groaned out.

He led me out of the club to where a Cadillac escalade had been situated. His ride was quite fancy. Classique. Hurriedly opening the door for me, he hopped in too. He signaled the chauffeur who nodded and drove off.

Were we going to an hotel? I had nearly died from anticipation. I always took my men home, not them taking me anywhere. He sat calm, brought out his phone and tapped at it.

"Were are we going to?" I asked.

"My home," he replied calmly.

Okay, this was getting awkward. I was here burning up and he was there acting all calm. Was I even a turn on for him? Or was he just the only one who has this much effect on me?

Fuck it,

I yanked the phone out of his grasp and his brows furrowed,

"What are you do–"

Before he could say something else I covered his lips with mine. A wanton moan slid past my lips when I caught the whiff of tequila and lime on his breath. The amazing feel of his lips was heavenly.

He stiffened under my abrupt move but eventually began to kiss me back.

And damn,

He was good.

His lips skillfully explored mine I panted. I rubbed my thighs together to produce some form of relief for my painfully throbbing pussy but his hand held my thighs apart, the other cupped my face and he pressed my body closer to his.

He pulled back and gazed into my eyes like he was searching for something. A ghost of a smile tainted his lips and vanished the same minute it appeared.

He breathing slowly became heavy and he tugged off his glasses before claiming my lips once more. His kiss was gentle but dominating, he wasn't struggling to gain control but his kisses demanded I submitted to him.

His tongue expertly slipped through my lips and mingled with mine, earning a whimper from me.

I trailed my hand over his body, wanting to feel those pecs and abs I'd had a glimpse of earlier, my hand instinctively began to travel down to his crotch but his hand caught mine midway the moment he pulled back..

He frowned, "I didn't take it you were a whore,"

"What?!" I half breathed when I moved away from him, eyeing him with a scowl plastered on my lips.

His stony gaze softened a little as he spoke, "I'm so–"

"-oh please! I think you already saw me as one the moment you walked up to me in that club. Not that I care though, I fuck for the fun and pleasure it gives. Not for money." I paused and my gaze swept across his face. I wondered what was going through that mind of his. I didn't do nerds, why the fuck did I agree to this one?!

One moment he's looking like an innocent puppy about to cry as he stared at me, the next, he's wearing that cold gaze. Dude must really have some DID shit going on.

Even through his young look, maturity was clearly plastered on his face. I knew nerdy could be way older than me. Even though I looked more like an adult, I was no less than twenty while he looked twenty seven.

Looks could really be deceiving.

Thankfully, age was just a number if the thing between his legs was enough to keep me screaming all night.

I sighed, this was a terrible mistake,"I knew I made a terrible mistake the moment I let myself get carried away by-"

"-A man you find nerdy. Didn't they ever teach you not to judge a book by it's cover?" He whispered calmly.

Okay, I've had enough of this cool guy shit. Was this even the man who had me wet in one minute with just words?

"Well I guess we both are guilty of judging!" I snapped my gaze to his.

He sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it that way."

"Oh really?" I frowned.

He sighed again before stroking his neatly tousled hair. He mumbled some incoherent words to himself before turning back to face me,

"Look, I don't know what you think I meant but you got me all wrong. The fact that I walked up to you and you agreed to share my bed tonight doesn't mean that I see you as a woman with less virtues. I just didn't think you're the type to want to be bedded in a vehicle. I like to treat my women more special than that, even if it's just one night spent together. And also fulfill their fantasies while we're at it."

That was one terrible conclusion. Why would he think only whores had sex in cars? The fun in sex was to do it in every wild ways possible. And from the looks of things, he sounded like a man who stuck to missionary style because he thought the rest was for whores and porn.

I was doomed.

But the sweet melodies his voice held and the sweet words he'd spoken made heat creep up my cheeks. Thank goodness the car was dimly lit. I should be mad he called me a whore but was I really any less? I sure as hell didn't fuck because I wanted to, I fucked because I had to, because my sanity depended on it in more ways than one.

I leaned back on the seat and pulled down my gown that was beginning to ride up my laps. As much as I'd like to taunt him with a little bit of skin, I'd rather avoid being called a whore a second time.

"So, what do I call you nerdy?"

"What?" He asked with a frown.

"Name,"

"Elijah," he replied, scooping the phone I hadn't realized I was still holding out of my grasp.

And damn,

If that wasn't a good name to moan out when I orgasmed.

He spoke again, "forgive my manners, I didn't ask yours,"

"Lizzie," I blurted out.

He stared at me for a few moment as if doubting the truth of that being my name,

"What?" I raised a brow.

He shrugged, "nothing,"

"I wasn't trying to get fucked by you in a car. I only wanted to know if I get to you as much as you get to me," I said candidly.

His brows rose and his stone cold expression softened once more. Abruptly, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge when he shifted his legs.

I gasped,

Hell, he was hard. Fucking rock hard. How hadn't I noticed the tent that had formed in his pants?

I'm just going to blame it on the dimly lit car.

He smirked.

"You get to me a little too much. It's hard to not want to take you right here, in this car."

Said car suddenly skidded to a stop.

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 around my waist when he pulled me towards him. He leaned forward and nuzzled my neck with his lips, his other hand stroking my hair lazily.

"I love interactive sex. You tell me your wishes and I'll try my best to fulfill them," he spoke gruffly, his voice thick with lust.

"Are you some sort of genie in a bottle?" I chuckled.

He inhaled and scraped his teeth along my neck earning a shudder from me. His hand stroked my bare back and he unsnapped my bra with a hand.

"Sadly, no. I'm much more than a genie. I find pleasure in keeping women sexually satisfied,"

"That sounds kinda creepy." I whispered when he sucked on my neck. My breathing harsh i was sure it would leave a hickey. I tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"Does it?" He asked. Pushing a knee between my thighs.

"Hm–hmm," i mumbled. His hand slowly took of my dress and bra. As it fell off my body leaving me half unclad before him he cupped my now exposed breast. Gently flicking a thumb over the sensitive nub that pebbled under his touch.

I moaned,

My legs became mushy and heat flooded my pants, increasing the intensity of the need to be relieved. He pulled my body forward, allowing me to straddle his knee.

"Tell me your fantasies," he rasped.

"wild, and–hmph!" I yelped when he pinched my nipple with two fingers.

"I thought so," with that, he scooped me off the floor and I clinched my legs around his waist. He turned towards the stairs and headed up to a room.

Placing his thumb on a fingerprint sensor on a door, the room clicked open. He walked in, shut the door behind him and tossed me on the bed. My hands flailed in the air and I landed on the bed with a squeak.

The room had no pictures and no paintings except a king sized bed, a table and a chair. I knew there was no way this was his own room.

He leaned to a side, his head tilted and his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. His eyes slowly drank up every inch of me slowly. Since he'd ditched his glasses in the car I finally saw how beautiful his honey–brown eyes were.

He pulled his shirt over his shoulders and tossed it to a side. His hand began to undo his belt and I leaned up on my elbows to admire his spectacular body.

Beautiful,

Was an understatement. He was the real definition of perfect male. His shoulders were broad and his pecs were firm. His abs flexed when he pulled out his belt. His gaze held mine, increasing the gush of liquid between my legs.

Finally he succeeded in taking the jeans off and there I knew how men felt when women strip teased in front of them. I couldn't stop the needy moan that escaped my mouth. He pulled at the bands of his briefs, not taking them off but I could already have a glimpse of what was expected.

"You're clean right? on pills?" He forced out. His voice growly. I watched how his pupils dilated completely.

Fuck,

I knew his eyes mirrored mine because he was as turned on as I was.

"I am," I nodded.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, lifting his brows.

"I am. Are you?"

He nodded, "I'm clean, trust me."

I was clean and a part of me believed he also was. Strange, but I trusted this stranger.

With that, he shrugged off his boxer shorts and stepped out of it. Holy fuck! He was huge. The velvety head of his dick glistened with precum and thick veins ran down the length and girth of his shaft. He had to be like a nine or a ten. Had me wondering how something that big was going to fit inside of me.

His cock twitched and my hand instinctively traveled towards my core and I stroked through the now soaked thong. He grunted, his nostrils flared and his hand squeezed his rock hard member. Our breathing became more heavy and ragged.

I moaned softly when my thumb pressed on my clit and he climbed behind me, pushing me down on the bed. His hand grabbed mine and pinned it above my head before his lips clashed with mine again. Just like he'd kissed me in the car, it was gentle but yet domineering.

His tongue trailed across the seams of my lips before skillfully mingling with mine, abruptly his lips broke away from mine and his head dipped down, with a loud groan, his mouth descended on my hard bud.

Gasping, I arched my back forward when he licked and flicked his tongue over my sensitive nipple. His knees pushed mine apart and his hand slid into the black lace thong I wore. His hand found my hot button and he pressed.

"Shit!" I moaned out.

Squirming beneath him, his weight pressed me down and his tongue continued it's assult on my nipple. He had focused on one for too long and the other was starting to feel jealous.

"Touch all of me, please!" I cried out and he hummed.

Suddenly he pulled the thong, ripping it of me. I winced when the band snapped against my skin. He gently rubbed the part where it stung. After he was sure he'd thoroughly lavished said breast, he finally moved to the other one. He slid two fingers inside of me and I whined. My chest heaved as i bucked against his fingers when he thrusted fast my walls clenched tight around him.

"I need to feel you clench that way around me when I'm inside you," he groaned out.