Fated: An Alpha Male Romance

by Walker, K. Alex

  She pushed everything off of her desk that wasn’t tied down, leaned back, and filled her hands with her breasts. Then, her lips moved, but I had her repeat what she said because I just knew that I hadn’t heard her clearly.

  “I said,” she started, her eyes meeting mine, “that I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you.”

  Even though I never actually said it, I was pretty sure that the “fuck it” that ran through my mind was still loud enough for us both to hear. I lost myself in the woman. She locked her legs around me, pulling me in to the hilt. I felt like a beast, but I didn’t care. Sex was supposed to be primal. Carnal. Nothing about it was supposed to be dainty.

  My grandfather had always warned me that if I ever completely let myself go between the heat of a woman’s thighs, it would be the day I would never be able to fully recover from her warmth, her taste, or her scent. I’d thought it all to be the old man’s progressive descent into dementia, but as I pushed myself deeper and deeper into Alexandra’s body, I abandoned all thought. At that moment, if someone had asked me to draw a map of the world, I’d just draw her face. I was sinking deeper into a tunnel, and not just in the literal sense.

  I was jarred back to our bodies with the feeling of her pussy tightening around me. I lifted her legs around my neck and stroked her clit with my fingers. She squeezed her nipples and I damn near started to pray that I didn’t burst at the sight of that alone. Not before she did. Not when she was so close.

  The strength of her orgasm erupted as warm tugs around my cock. Her phone, which had slid underneath the bottom of her computer monitor, lit up just as the unstoppable surge of my own orgasm shot from my sac up through my dick and inside of her. A deep groan rumbled from my throat as I released my seed into the latex that I’d forgotten that I was even wearing. Everything about being inside of Alexandra had felt like we’d been flesh to flesh.

  Her breasts bounced as short, fast breaths followed her down from the height of climax. I slowly began to get hypnotized by the round, bouncing orbs and could feel my dick getting firm as I thought about sucking on them. Then, her phone rang again and I reached forward and pushed it away. She was magnificent and I was going to have her again, so it didn’t matter who was calling at the moment even though I could clearly see the name “Roderick Hamilton,” displayed on the screen.

  In case you were wondering, Roderick Hamilton’s the son of a bitch that I was referring to. The one who didn’t know how to please Alexandra. Well, doesn’t know how to please her. For lack of a better word, that son of a bitch is Alexandra’s boyfriend.

  Chapter Two

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  Alexandra

  I couldn’t go home.

  I’d literally watched my phone light up four times with Roderick’s name only to ignore the call each time and place my attention back on Ethan and the things that he was doing to me. Good lord, I’d never before known that sex could be like that. I’d assumed that I’d been getting the best effort that I would have experienced in my lifetime with Roderick, but I never knew that a man could be so…unselfish.

  It had been covertly ingrained in me ever since I could remember that the function of a woman’s body was solely for a man’s pleasure. If she so happened to get a semblance of pleasure — and dare I say, ecstasy — out of being with her “husband,” then that was luck. Therefore, to ask a man to go down on you was taboo; it would take too long for him to bring you to climax and he wasn’t supposed to do anything that would tire him. It was about his pleasure, not yours.

  I was glad that no one ever mentioned that to Ethan.

  Ironically enough, Gia, the freer spirit of the Miller daughters, had been a virgin on her wedding night and spared no detail when she shared stories about her and her husband Eli’s exploits. She and Eli met in college, but she always said that his insistence had been the only reason that she’d waited until marriage for them to have sex. By the time they’d said I do, she’d been ready to burst.

  I’d been hell-bent on doing the same, being the good girl that I was, but Roderick and I started having sex shortly after we started dating two years ago. My father introduced us at a fancy, purposeless gala about a month after Roderick completed his stint in the military and moved back to Louisiana to consider running for political office. He’d claimed that since I was destined to be his wife anyhow, it wouldn’t count that I’d “betrayed” my parents’ trust by throwing away my virginity. Although I’d been really trying to be that good girl for my parents, the want and longing that kept me up night after night won out the minute I thought about having him inside of me. Yet, before tonight, I would have never let myself admit to being disappointed when Roderick and I finally did have sex.

  Foreplay consisted of him kissing me with a nearly closed mouth and massaging my breasts for about three seconds in his palm, never touching my nipples. I’d try to slip my tongue into his mouth, but he would shake his head and pull away. Then, he’d tell me to finish taking off my clothes while he shrugged out of his pants, never getting completely naked. He would slip on the condom, climb on top of me, and then groan in conclusion after a few quick, hard pumps. If I tried to raise my hips, he’d shove them back down. If I tried to kiss his neck, he’d edge away. I literally had to lie completely still until he was finished, leaving me even more aroused than I was before he touched me.

  Roderick absolutely never touched me between my legs. The single time that I did push his hands a bit south, the minute his finger dipped into my wetness, he rushed to the bathroom to wash them. Imagine having to lie in bed and listen to your man wash his hands after intimately touching you, longer than he washed his hands after using the restroom. Then, when I’d asked him about it, he’d mumbled something about it being disgusting because he used his hands to eat.

  But…Ethan had used his mouth on me.

  I’d been waiting for the mind-blowing orgasms and bodies sprinkled with sweat that Gia had talked about. Yearned for it, even. Yet, it never showed up. Not until tonight anyhow.

  Ethan’s scent was embedded into my skin and I grinned like someone with Botox injected into their cheeks while I took whiffs of my hair, never before noticing just how much I loved the way he smelled. Even though the abrupt flash of desire that had erupted between us had caught us both off-guard, he hadn’t treated me like a quick lay. He’d been diligent, thorough, and had paid attention to every aching part of my body.

  I’d wanted him to make me climax with every fiber of my being but was too afraid to ask for it, so watching him drop to his knees and then feeling his warm tongue between my legs made me realize that for the past two years, Roderick had just been getting by.

  Guilt nearly crippled me as I turned onto my sister’s street. It was late. Her husband Eli was out of town on a business trip, and since it was a little past eleven, I was sure that their daughter, my five-year old niece Kai, was asleep. Gia was most likely still up and working on an art piece.

  My sister was as free-spirited as they came: she had beautiful wild natural curls in swirls of blonde, brown, caramel and mahogany, and her bohemian style came with a full palette of colors and flowing patterns. She was an independent artist—and quite successful at that. Eli, on the other hand, ran his own fitness center in New Orleans, which would soon expand to Baton Rouge.

  I straightened my clothes and fixed my hair as much as I could, then ambled up to the front door. I lifted my finger to press the doorbell but the door swung open. Kai was still up and dressed in a nightgown with a child’s bonnet on her head. Her small hand grasped the door handle and her blue eyes studied me intently, strikingly sharp against her almond-brown skin.

  “Kai, you’re not supposed to be getting the door by yourself,” I gently scolded.

  “I saw your car pull up so I told her it was okay,” Gia announced, walking up behind her. There were splotches of bright blue paint on her shins, arm, and cheek. When she was finally near enough to take in my obviously disheveled appearance, her eyes widened.
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  “Kai, baby, go on up to your room,” she said, crouching next to her daughter. “Read one of those cool new books you just got. Auntie Alle and I have some grownup girl talk to do.”

  “Will you come up and say goodnight before you leave?” Kai asked me, her face slightly saddened.

  “Of course I will,” I told her. “I’m sorry that I didn’t give you your usual hug and kiss, but I’m all dirty from, uh, work.”

  With a nod, she raced up the stairs and Gia tugged me into the house by the arm, closing the door behind me at the same time. She pushed me until we were in the smaller part of the three-car garage that she’d converted into a tiny art studio, and then took in my appearance again under the high beams of light.

  “You’ve been fucking,” she said with happiness in her eyes as though she’d been the one wrapped around Ethan not but an hour ago. I cringed slightly, and set my purse down on her deep pink loveseat tossed with pillows in different colors that all somehow matched. Even though her ability to be unapologetically vulgar made me flinch, I so envied that part of my sister. Where my sister was herself at all times, I was more of a piece of clay that my parents molded and reshaped to their liking in order to display on their mantel in front of all of their ritzy friends.

  “And it wasn’t with Rick,” she added.

  I tried to rein in the guilt, but she’d already seen it. “How did you know?”

  “Who was it?” She pulled over the stool that she used when she spent endless hours in front of her easel. “Is it somebody I know? Is he sexy?”

  “Gia, I just cheated on Rick.”

  “And we’ll get to that. But, in the meantime, who is the person responsible for you walking in here with your hair all over the place and the sore pussy limp?”

  I shielded my face. Like I said, although I flinch and cower, I envy that freedom. That bad-assed-ness.

  “Gia, you know how I get when you start talking about—”

  “Pussy and dick,” she finished, waving the words into the air. “So, who was he?” Her brow lifted. “Wait, was it a man? Because, I wouldn’t judge you if it wasn’t. I’ve had curiosities myself and —”

  “Gia, I’m not this woman,” I declared, letting my head fall. “I’m not the kind of woman who loses control or cheats or…this just isn’t me. But, if I were being completely honest with you, a part of me feels amazing. I’ve never had a man be as attentive as Ethan was. It’s going to be hard to go back to —”

  “Ethan?” She gasped so hard that she nearly rocked herself off of the stool. “You and Dr. Stewart? Dr. Stewart did this? Girl, give me a high five!”

  She held up her hand and refused to drop it until we’d swatted palms.

  “Way to knock it out the park, Alle,” she went on. “The minute I saw him, I knew that he could put down some dick. I think it’s the way he walks. He’s got this confidence in his walk that makes me think that he’s left a ton of screaming women in his wake. So…how was it? Was it massive?”

  I stared at her. She was dead serious.

  “It was…ok,” I answered.

  “Tell the truth and shame the devil.”

  “Really, Gia?”

  She grinned. “Eli’s been gone for a few days now and I need all the imagery that I can get. We tried to do the Skype sex thing the other day but it wasn’t enough.”

  I continued to stare at her in disbelief and then sighed as I gave in. “His…penis…was impressive. Very impressive.”

  “And how’d everything happen?”

  “I have no idea,” I honestly replied. “One minute we were talking, the next he was giving me a shoulder massage that turned me on way more than it probably should have, and then suddenly he was giving me a,” I broke our eye-contact in favor of an abstract painting on the wall, “…tongue massage.”

  She grinned and clapped her hands. “The man eats pussy? You’ve really hit the jackpot, Alle. So, I take it that he was good?”

  “Gia, he was freakin’ amazing.” I discreetly squeezed my thighs together as all of the imagery came flooding back. “But, it can’t happen again. I messed up and I feel awful. Rick called me in the middle of it and I didn’t even stop. I didn’t want to stop. I still haven’t called him back. I don’t know what to say to him. How can I look him in the face again after this?”

  She straightened on the stool and crossed her arms. Her brows came together as though she was either upset, thinking, or both. As much as I loved my sister, and as much as I knew she loved me, there was no way that she, as a married woman, would really be able to excuse my behavior.

  “First of all, I don’t like Rick,” she began. “So, you won’t find any sympathy for him here. In the few years that you two have been together, this is the first mistake that you’ve made as opposed to all of the ridiculous shit that he expects of you like you’re some sort of China doll. I think you’re beating yourself up too much.”

  Neither Gia nor Grandma Evelyn made it a secret that they didn’t like Roderick. Grandma Evelyn endlessly tried to convince me to leave the relationship before I got hurt, although she never explained what she assumed he would do to hurt me. Gia would force me to spend time with her and Eli by going hiking and playing paintball to see what “fun” was like, but what they didn’t understand was that Roderick was my parents’ choice for me. I was just following the life path that they’d set for me ever since I was six months old. I didn’t have Gia’s backbone; I barely had a spine. I simply just could not endure from my parents what she endured on a regular basis. I could not be another “disappointment” to them.

  “I can’t tell you what to do,” she added. “But the way that you feel about Ethan right now, at least sexually, is the way I feel about Eli even after six years of marriage. One night with Ethan and you’re smiling. You’re glowing. Roderick, he keeps you in a metal box pretty much in the way Daddy does with Mother. And while I’m not saying that one sex-capade with Ethan means that you should be picking out the horse you’ll be riding off into the sunset on, I don’t want to see you become that woman who smiles and waves in public, but then has to struggle with her identity behind closed doors because she’s so empty.”

  I calculatedly absorbed her words while I mentally compared Roderick and Ethan. They were both very well-educated and well-respected men in their communities. Roderick came from an upper echelon background very similar to my own, evidenced by the East Lakeshore mansion we currently lived in, and the parties we’ve thrown where everyone from celebrities to major political figures were on the top of the invite list.

  I didn’t know much about Ethan’s background, but from his personal accomplishments, I figured that it had to be somewhere along the same lines. He lived in a gorgeous house that wasn’t nearly as opulent as Roderick’s mansion, but was as comfy as it was beautiful. I loved its large glass panes, brick paneled exterior, and overall southern charm. I’d had to stop by there a few times to pick up documents from his home office, and even once to work late on a project with other members of the board.

  Roderick had wispy, light blond hair that he wore almost to his neck and gorgeous brown eyes. Ethan had that light-eyed, dark hair combination that made me feel like I was waiting for a turbulent storm on the horizon. But, for all I knew, I’d probably just been a sexual outlet for Ethan. A man that beautiful with that much experience probably had a trove full of women all wanting to fulfill his greatest needs. I couldn’t imagine a woman as inexperienced as I was being an object of his desire.

  “I don’t want to think about that right now,” I answered. “Not with the fundraiser tomorrow and Christmas the next day. I need a shower.”

  “I’ll leave a change of clothes for you on the bathroom counter,” she said, studying my face. “In the meantime, give me your phone. I’ll call Rick and tell him that you aren’t feeling well, so you’ve been here sleeping off a migraine.”

  I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. “Thank you, Gee. I love you so much. I promise I’ll figu
re this out.”

  I handed her my phone and started towards the house, but she made a noise that caused me to turn around. She waved me over with the screen of my phone turned outward and when I was close enough, I saw the message that was displayed:

  Alexandra, it’s Ethan. I was just checking to make sure that you got home safely. Call me when you get this. Or text.

  The space between my legs vibrated.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this,” Gia replied, a mischievous grin on her face. I grabbed for the phone but she quickly moved out of the way.

  “What are you doing, Gia?” I asked, moving towards her. I felt like we were eight and seven again, and she was hoarding a toy that our mother had demanded that we share.

  “Handling it,” she answered. Then, she looked up at me. “It’s handled.”

  “Heifer, you are not Olivia Pope.”

  “I just told him that you made it home safely and that you had a nice time.”

  I relaxed…until I remembered who I was talking to.

  “I might have also added a winky face,” she confessed. “And something about doing it again.”

  “Gia!”

  She laughed and rushed past me into the house. Even though the damage was already done, I still chased her. She was my younger sister; this was how we communicated. She’d do or say something completely off-base and then we’d play fight until we made amends. She was the light of my life and I couldn’t imagine an existence without the joy that she brought to the world I’d carved for myself.