My Alpha

            Jon pulled his head up from where it was in the crook of my neck and looked at me. The cobalt color in his eyes settled into the soft blue that I have grown to love the color of. I drank in the way he looked at me, the way his face softened when he searched my eyes.

            "Kitten, I have to go." His voice was filled with so much anguish, as if just the thought of leaving me was tearing him apart.

You know it kills us to, just the thought of separation from our mate.

            A frown must've appeared on my face, because soon I felt Jon's hand smoothing out a crease between my brow, before placing a light kiss to my nose.

            "I promise to return to you as fast as my paws can carry me." I chuckled at his terrible attempt at a joke, however it did make me smile. I brushed my lips over his, loving how it set my body on fire.

            "Then I promise you that I will be waiting right here." His eyes darkened, and I knew it was  not out of rage but rather passion.

            "Will you be wearing this much clothing?" He questioned, almost innocently, with his short silky strands of hair flopping carelessly into his eyes. I smirked internally, running my fingers through his hair as I pretended to think it over.

            "Hmm, I think less clothing could be arranged if you hurried back to me. I might have moved on." Toying with him, knowing full well that nobody would ever posses my body or soul the way Jon always will.

            Jon growled a low warning to me, his knees coming up and pinning me even farther into the bed. His eyes constantly swirled colors, as his mouth came down on mine in a scorching kiss. His lips coaxed mine open, and his tongue plunged into mine, dominating me instantly. A part of me submitted just as easily as he dominated, another part wanted to tease and arouse the male who was setting my body on fire.  I bit down slightly on his lip and goosebumps formed on my body when he snarled at me. He pulled away only to continue a torturous path of open-mouth kisses down to my neck. Little moans were coming from the back of my throat, and I would've been embarrassed had Jon not bitten down a little in the crook of my neck. I gasped out, heat coursed through my body as I looked at him wide eyed.

            "Kitten, calm down, that was just a temporary mark. I really do need to go. That was just a little reminder of what's to come, and to open up the telepathy bond." He nursed the wound, sucking and licking it making sure it would stay. Suddenly all I could think about was getting our clothes off, and I feverishly attacked Jon's shirt.

            Frustratingly, I couldn't figure out how to work the little buttons and I let out a huff of anger. Jon sat there chuckling lightly, pulling me into his arms so that we cuddled. I shifted my head to pout at him.

            "I want to, trust me. But I want to make sure your ready for us, ready for our future before I push you into something you don't want to do. Right now I just want to hold you and memorize the way you feel so perfect in my arms."

            "How long will you be gone?" I shook at the thought, after all, he was going into battle.