Chapter Sixty-Two: Alone

Ruby M. Clive

My nod is quick but not quick enough to beat the Alpha’s rise to his knees.

His hands find his belt buckle before he hesitates.

He…doesn’t have his gloves, come to think of it…I did not see them on him earlier, either. When did he stop wearing them in my presence?

Perhaps after mother?

Hah...a new form of pity?

Grand.

My eyes seal; I do not want to notice any more about him.

"A condom-"

"The worst has already happened."

I answer quickly.

"I mean unless you have engaged with others, in which case-"

His hands hold my thighs apart before I can seal them.

"No...just you, always you."

Always?

I almost laugh, but I cannot seem to get the sound out.

I want to believe it, to believe him, but…I will not get hurt again.

My hand gestures to him, and like a good boy, he lowers himself, and without much thought, I press my lips to his.

The feel of his hand guiding his length inside me permits my legs to widen.

The fullness that envelopes me forces me to break the kiss so I can grit m