Alphas Mrs. Right

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"I can't believe you found that dress before i did."

"You should wear your hair up."

"How about cutting a slit in the dress." Lilly and Lex start talking at the same time spewing off ideas at one another. I'm not really listening to any of them.

"Guys stop harassing my girlfriend." I listened to that one. I snap my head at Mason, but he doesn't seem to notice what he just said. Am I his girlfriend? It's honestly never been heard of before. Mates are just called mates and are normally engaged by month three of the relationship if they don't get married on the spot. I'm so deep in thought I don't even notice lex and lily leaving or Mason standing next to me.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks, I just nod my head and unzip my dress letting it fall to the floor. Girlfriend, is he going to call me that tomorrow at the ball? I bend down and put the dress on the hanger and slip it back into the bag. will he introduce me like that to everyone? A growl pulls me out of my thoughts. I turn around to see Mason a few inches away from my face eyes black. what's the matter with him?

"What's wrong?" I ask taking a step back.

"Seriously." He says through gritted teeth, His eyes slowly looking down my body not leaving anything out. My back is fully against the wall when it hits me. I'm practically naked. I was in such deep thought about the girlfriend thing I didn't even realize I was stripping right in front of him, or bending down to get my- oh no. Thank goodness I had on a matching pair of blue laced bra and underwear. I was silently thanking whoever gave me clothes in the hospital.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to." I start to cover myself, but he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head against the wall. One of his hands holds me in place while his other hand slowly caresses my collarbone. He slowly drops his hand to outline the strap of my bra and downs to my cleavage. My breath hitched as a warm sensation is left behind. His hand found it was to the back of my bra and with one hand unclips it. My bra hasn't fallen down yet because my arms are still raised.

"This isn't what you want," I say breathless trying to reason with him. He doesn't want a grill like me, someone who can't give him anything. He pushes his whole body against me until I feel his fully erected groin against my entrance. His jaw tightens.

"You have no fucking idea what want." I was taken aback. I knew he said he wouldn't give up on me, but I thought he only said those things because I was his mate. Not because he actually wanted me. I look at him, his messy black hair intoxicating his voice. The way he cares and the way he is still pressed against me makes me realize I want this. All of this.

I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his collarbone. I feel him swallow hard as I trail upward. I nibble at the base of his neck and start sucking knowing it's going to leave a mark. His breath starts getting heavy, and he releases my hands allowing my bra to fall to the floor. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me even closer so my breasts are fully against his chest. He lifts my head up and kisses me roughly. Passionately. Like he's been holding himself back. He gets on his knees and kisses the lowest part of my ribcage causing me to gasp. His tongue trails up stopping just before my breast.

"Where do you want me to touch you?" He asked in just a deep voice I almost didn't hear it. I'm getting light-headed. As he continues to suck and lick every part of my stomach.

"Here?" he questions kissing my hip bone just below my underwear. I put my hands on his shoulders afraid im going to collapse. I couldn't answer him nothing came out of my mouth but moans and whimpers.

"What about here." He asked kissing a little under my belly button right above my- oh. He starts sucking making my legs start to shake. My hands found their way to his hair slightly tugging making him growl with approval.

"Focus sweetheart." His tongue finds its way to my nipple and quickly licks it causing me to jump. He pulls me even closer to him as his mouth fully wraps around my breast. I can feel him moan as he starts sucking, taking it whole. Hiss's fingers found their way down to my unswear. he slowly starts rubbing me feeling my wetness seep through onto his fingers. I inhaled sharp and fast falling onto him. He quickly flips us around so I'm on the floor and he's on top of me. His finger hooks my panties and pulls them to the side. My instinct takes over and I try to close my legs but he put his hands on my knees and slowly pushes them apart again, his eyes never leaving my dripping underwear.

He leans down pressing his thumb between my legs, a moan escaping my mouth as my back arches. His finger was circling my entrance getting me more aroused. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows as if asking for permission before he did anything. I slowly nodded and that's all he needed as he slipped his finger into me. It didn't get very far. "Fuck" Mason groaned.

He must have big fingers right? Cause if not this would be incredibly embarrassing. Maybe it was the fact that I was spread open for him to see or that his finger couldn't fit but I had a sudden rush of insecurity wash over me. I started to move, then move again trying to be more comfortable with myself.

"We can't do this." My anxiety became even worse. Is it because I look bad, or because I don't know what I'm doing? I feel exposed and stupid. Tears start to sting my eyes as I sit up ready to run out the door and never look back. I was about to make a break for it when I felt a soft material slip over my head. I turn to the side to see Mason shirtless, scratching the back of his head. Of course, he doesn't want me running around naked. I got up to start looking for my clothes.

"I'm sorry." I froze and turned around. Mason was standing there looking at his feet refusing to meet my eyes. "I want it to be romantic, not on a closet floor." I looked at him confused. So he stopped not because of me, but because of the place. I slowly walk over to him and press my head against his chest. Hearing his heart beat faster a smile crosses my lips knowing I caused it.

"Let's go home," I said. He grabbed the dress while I found the rest of my clothes. We got in his car and it was silent the whole way home. Not an awkward silence but a good one, a comfortable one. Once we got home he carried everything to my room for me still not saying a word. We were at my door as he was about to leave when he kissed me on the cheek.

"Dream of me princess." With that, he turned and left leaving me to think through everything that just happened. And I think I like