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The only issue now, on his end at least, was physical.
She was an amazing lover, aware of what she wanted and vocal about asking for it, completely abandoned in the way she accepted him and her pleasure. And fuck if he didn’t love pleasuring her, hearing those little noises and loud demands, seeing her body shake and writhe as she came and drenched him, feeling her full tits in his hands and tasting her over and over. He loved it.
But he wanted more, and he didn’t know how to have it. He couldn’t go back to the way they’d been in the beginning. He’d held back in so many ways, and it had given him the control he’d needed.
Now though, he wanted to bend her over the table and pull her hair and fuck her until the legs of the table cracked with the pressure. He wanted to finish inside her and push any cum that escaped back inside, making sure it stayed there, marking her from the inside out. The force of his desire scared him, enough to realize that he could lose control and severely hurt her, and he couldn’t live with himself if he did that. She was so much smaller than him, tight enough that pushing his cock in her always made him realize he could tear her if he went hard. He wasn’t detached anymore.
“I think mama is accepting him,” Zenith indicated to him as they cleared the dishes. “She told me she wanted to organize a proper wedding for the two of you. She’s forgetting the toad.”
Zephyr sighed. “Do we want a wedding?”
That pissed him off. “You’re not leaving,” his voice came out more a growl.
She gave him a look, one he’d become used to recently, one that said that she wasn’t sure if they shouldn’t move on. As if he’d let her. She’d know the real meaning of stalking if she tried. He had a plan ready just in case. He’d simply show up everywhere and kill anyone she wanted to move on with. Fucking hated that term. She’d given him everything and he’d be damned if he let her do it again with someone else. It was all his. She was all his.
Alpha ignored the look, addressing Zenith. “We should go.”
Zenith hitched her bag on her shoulder, ready to leave.
Alpha bent down, tilting his wife’s adorable face up with his fingers, putting his thumb in the little dent, loving how his digit fit like the groove had been made for it. He pressed a hard kiss to her plump mouth, telling her very clearly what he thought about her even entertaining the idea of an alternative, and pulled away.
She looked up at him, her pupils blown and eyes slightly dazed. “Be safe.”
He gave her a chuck under the chin and left.
Zenith was a careful driver.
She drove slowly but steadily to the location, mostly keeping to herself and focusing on the road. The two hours flew by, with Alpha lost in his thoughts and Zenith in hers, the silence comfortable.
The pier came into view, moonlight glistening over the dark river waters, just an old boathouse in sight that remained intact. A few decades ago, it had been a trade route crowded with shipments and such with cities that followed the river. After the flood, a better, newer, more sustainable dockyard had been made on the other side of the city, and this one had been abandoned. Alpha had never been there before, but as he looked around, an ominous sense of déjà-vu washed over him, like he had been in this place.
“Stay in the car. Lock the doors. If I don’t come back in fifteen minutes, drive back,” he instructed the younger girl, arming himself with his trusted knife in his left boot, and a backup gun at his waist even though he wasn’t someone who liked guns. With his vision, shooting a moving target accurately almost never happened, but on the close range, it worked well enough.
Zenith looked around the abandoned area and gave a reluctant nod. “Be careful.”
He exited, making sure she locked the doors behind him, a little at ease since the entire vehicle was bulletproof. Once locked, it would be impossible to break in.
It was time to meet the man who’d left him the black envelopes.
There was no one that he could see in the area as he walked to the boathouse, and leaned against it, keeping an eye on the car while keeping his ears open for any sound besides the usual. The sound of the river, of some animal in the forest beyond, of the engine of the car, those were the only ones around him.
Standing at the abandoned pier in one of the worst areas of the city at midnight was not his idea of a meeting. But the fucker was careful, to say the least if he was who Alpha suspected.
Alpha leaned against the wooden wall of what had once been a boathouse, watching the moonlit river that went into the forest and disappeared. He almost wished he smoked, just for something to do as he waited. He’d tried as a teen with a chip on his shoulder, but just never got into it.
Taking his knife out, he began to twirl it between his fingers, like a student would a pen. But it was a training trick he’d learned after his injury when the scar on his right hand had pulled at his muscle. The twirling helped keep the muscle mobile and nimble. It also helped him feel more at ease, knowing the knife he’d had since he was seventeen was still with him.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck prickled.
Someone was there.
Alpha didn’t look around, instead focused on his other senses, trying to narrow down where the presence was.
Animal? No. Human. Eyes.
To the right? No.
Left.
