Page 86 of The Alpha's Heir

“Why are you leaving me? What did I do? Tell me and I will fix it.” I don’t reply because I think it’s too late, he’s only here offering to fix stuff because I’ve made a scene.

“It's okay, Max, I get it. You don’t want me any longer. You can't even bear to be in the same room as me for long. I had hoped that I was wrong, and that you could feel for me the way I feel for you, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Melanie, I don’t have a clue what is going on. Have I done something wrong? I don’t want you to leave. I never want you to leave me.” Why does he have to confuse me so much? First, he can't stand to be near me and now, he’s begging me to stay.

“I hardly see you, you’re always running away from me and I want to start moving things along between us, but if anything, we’ve never been so far apart.” Tears threaten to engulf me once again, but I stand my ground. Having lived with werewolves for the past three months, I have learned that if you want something you have to grab it and I want Max. I want Max to want me.

“What do you mean… move things along?” I groan and cover my face; he’s going to make me explain in-depth. I don’t know if he really is that dense or if he likes to watch me squirm.

“Become a proper couple Max, you know, sexually. You say you want a pup, but how are we going to achieve that if we hardly even kiss?” I front it out as much as I can, but then I lower my crimson face. I have never felt so embarrassed.

“Are you ready to mate? Is that what you're telling me?” Yep. He is definitely dense. I can’t front this any longer. I let down my walls and look him in the eyes.

“Yes. I love you, Max. I’m in love with you and I want the future you painted for me when I moved here. But you’ve been so distant, I hardly see you and when you’re here… you're not here, not mentally anyway. So, if you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay but you need to let me know so I’m not sitting here day after day hoping and wishing for something that isn’t going to happen.”

“You love me?” I nod to him. There’s no point in denying it, it must be obvious to everyone else apart from Max that I have fallen in an epic way for him. “And you're ready to take things to the next stage?” I nod again.

A massive smile covers his face as he strides towards me.

“Then what the fuck are we waiting for?”

I frown at him, but he takes my face in his hands and kisses me, he scrapes his teeth over my bottom lip and slips his tongue in, deepening our kiss. A fire ignites inside me, one I thought had long been extinguished, and I squeal a little as Max lifts me and carries me to the bed.

“I have been distant. I have tried to keep a distance between us because I want you so badly, but I needed to be patient. I needed to give you time to be ready. I have been in love with you since the moment we met. I will love you until my dying breath.” He lifts the hem of my dress all the way up and over my head, leaving me standing in my bra and panties. “Fuck! You are stunning!”

I leap into his arms, returning his kisses. I frantically unbutton his shirt while he kicks off his shoes and unbuttons his pants. We embrace again, our bodies intertwining and I moan as I enjoy the feel of his skin against mine. “I wake up in the night while you are sleeping and have to take a cold shower because I need you, I want you, I want to be inside you, I want to become one entity with you and I want to please you until all you can remember is me, and the feel of me.

I unclasp my bra and let it fall away and in less than a second Max is cupping my breasts. My nipples harden under his touch and he groans before licking each of them in turn. I whimper in response. It feels so good and yet I want more, more of Max all over my body.

I run my hands down his body. I have seen him naked a couple of times and I know he has an incredible body and a cock that matches his physique. I have fantasised about how he will fill me up as he presses into me, reaching places that have never been reached before. I skim my hand over the bulge in his underwear and he groans loudly when I do. “Word of warning, it's been a while and I have been dreaming about us for months.”

I smile back at him. A few short minutes ago, I thought he was happy I was going to walk away from him, and now I find he was dreaming of being with me too.

He slips his hands between my legs and touches me expertly. I have never been with a man who was both talented and giving in the bedroom. Most were just wham, bam and thank you ma’am. I think that is about to change.

I moan as he grazes his fingertips on my clit, rubbing my gathering wetness over it. I pull down his underwear and as I fall to my knees to take him in my mouth, he pulls me up to him, pulling off my panties as he does. “Not today. Today, all I want is you, I want to feel you. I want us. I wanna hear you shout my name as I make you cum over and over and over.”

I clench my legs together, whimpering with need and desire. Max applies a small amount of pressure to my clit and my body climbs higher to oblivion. I’ve never cum as fast as I might today. “Wrap your legs around me, Honey.” He is on top of me, his manhood pressed against my core. “Shit, I just remembered. Condoms. Do you have any?” I shake my head.

“I don’t want a condom, Max. We both know what we want.” He nods his agreement as he lines up with my entrance.

“Melanie, sweetheart, I love you. I have wanted this for so long. I want this forever.” He pushes into me, filling and stretching me just as I knew he would before he stops inside me. “I'm not going to last long, you feel too good!” I giggle a little, and he laughs with me.

Max moves his hand back down between us, he pounds away inside me, edging me closer and closer to fulfilment, the added pressure to my clit is all I need, and I shout his name as I cum just like he asked me to.

“Fuck, yeah! Cum for me,” he shouts and then groans as he cums too.

“Was that what you meant by moving forward?” Max asks me afterwards as I bask in the glow of our lovemaking.

“That was just the first step, Max. I want so much more with you.”

"Good, now we can talk about our Mating Ceremony."

*** Xavier ***

I have a lot of pent-up anger and grief and my mate tells me I have to do something about it. So, I do. There are some old scores to settle and the first one takes me to the South of France, to the home of my daughter's ex-stepfather.

“Claude Duvall?” I ask as a tall, greying man answers the door. He nods to me, frowning in confusion at the English man who had turned up out of nowhere. “Good. This is for touching what you shouldn’t.”

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