Mikkeli POV
The way she looks at me, finally with no judgment, makes me relax, even if only a little bit. I have never been this nervous in my entire life. Kyle was forced to tie my tie because my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't have done it properly.
As a sign of peace, Hayden chose my suit for me, the blue one. I don't have that many of them because I wear them really rarely, but still, even choosing between five was difficult for me. I wanted to look perfect today; I wanted this night to be perfect. I wanted to be perfect for her. I think Hayden noticed how nervous I was because there was no scolding from him nor reminding me again I should treat her right or he will interfere.
I was waiting for her near the main entrance to the packhouse, and once she came, it literally took my breath away. She's stunning; she's wearing a green velvet dress which makes her figure look even more delicious; her makeup and hair are perfect, and she is perfect. But what made me the happiest was that she smiled at me, and I could see only pure joy and happiness on her face. Finally no uncertainty or alertness in my presence.
During our almost two hours ride to the city, we didn't talk, just enjoyed the silence, but all the time, she let me hold her hand, and that was enough for me to help me control my nervousness.
The nervousness went up a level higher again when we parked in front of the restaurant I had decided to take her. Maybe it's not the fanciest place in the town but elegant and fancy enough to feel high and relaxed at the same time. Plus, this place for sure has the best French cuisine in the state.
We talk, enjoying our meal, and finally, there is no seriousness in our conversation. We talk about random things, we finally play 20 questions, and I smile as she tells me funny stories about her siblings' early childhood. I answer her questions about how the pack money is managed and how ranch and horse breeding is the main source of pack funding. We talk about the school the twins should be enrolled in soon, the one nearest to our territory where all the children from my pack and three more packs go. We joke about Rosie making me her private pony on whose back she can ride wherever she likes it.
A gentle smile doesn't leave her face, her eyes are shining, and my nervousness is slowly fading away. I feel good with her; I feel relaxed with her; I feel so fucking happy with her.
But, at the same time, as always, I can hear my father at the backside of my head repeating that I will not be able to do this. I will not be able to make her love me, and I will not be able ever to hurt her. Alphas should only be warriors and killing machines, not cheerful and happy family men. They are to be respected and feared; loved Alphas are weak Alphas.
"Mikkeli, are you alright? You spaced out a little bit?" Hannah says and makes me look at her.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to; I was just thinking," I respond to her question.
" Thinking about what?"
"My father, but I don't want to talk about him."
That was harsh, she looks a little bit taken aback by my statement, but I can't help it. I don't want to talk about my father, especially not with her.
"Would you like to dance?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
She nods, and we slowly walk toward the dancing floor. I put my hands on her waist, holding her close to my chest. We slowly sway to the music's rhythm, I haven't danced in ages, but I know how to. My stepmother made sure that Hayden and I were taught how to dance.
As usual, when I'm so close to her, Byron is jumping in my mind, happy and relaxed. Honestly, when Hannah is so close, he is just like a little puppy, not usually the killing wolf's machine, extremely strong and extremely dangerous. Hannah hasn't tried that yet, but I'm quite sure he would enjoy even playing catching the stick with her. Well, if she ever does it, I hope no of my warriors will be around to see this because I'm sure Byron will submit to her wish.
We dance for at least two hours with small and quick breaks to take a sip of wine or taste the dessert. I'm enjoying the time with her; I'm enjoying there's no rush in our interactions and there is no danger around.
Before the end of the night, I am able to maintain my gentleman's face, I'm full of respect and proper behavior, but I am not a saint, which is why I don't take her directly to the packhouse after we decided it's time to go back.
In our territory in the woods, there is a small cottage. My father used it when he needed some time alone from the pack and from his duties. Since his death, I've also been in the habit of spending some time there alone. But not today, today I don't want to be alone.
When we enter the cottage, she is already in my arms as I take her directly in the direction of the bed. I place her gently on it and start hovering over her.
We remove our clothes slowly; I take my time when I kiss her lips, her collarbone, her breasts, and her stomach. I lose myself in a sensation of tingling and sparks when her fingers brush on my skin when she unbuttons my shirt. I enjoy hearing her breath getting quicker, her heartbeat getting faster, and the small moans leaving her lips.
My hands and my lips are all over her body. She grips her fingers in my hair as my tongue strokes and sucks her nipples; then my mouth begins kissing down, nibbling away the soft skin on her stomach and finally between her thighs. She trashes as I start eating her slowly, her mouth is parted, and cries of pleasure are leaving her lips. When I think she's ready, I stroke my dick a couple of times and slowly enter her. She gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders. I look into her eyes, filled with lust and desire. I can see nothing more in them. I move my hips in slow but strong thrusts. Goddess, she is so tight, so soft, so warm.
I turn us around, I'm now on my back, and she sits on top of me.
"Ride me, baby, fuck me, baby, moan my name, baby," I say as she starts moving.
She slams down on my member with both her hands pressed to my chest, rocking her hips back and forth. That makes me crazy. My hands are on her hips as I thrust long and hard into her, matching the rotation of her movements, her muscles slowly tightening around my member. She starts picking up her pace as I moan her name, also increasing the movements of my body. Her orgasm is near. I can feel it in her movements beginning to be a little sloppy in her hazed-over eyes. I move faster and faster. I want to bring her to the edge, and I want to give her the best pleasure she's ever had in her entire life.
She screams my name as she arches her body, and I release inside of her; her inner walls clench around me, and we both cry out in pleasure. She wants to get off me, but I pull her into the kiss, and we play with each other tongues eagerly.
Once again, I tease the skin on her neck and ear with my teeth; she moans and wraps her legs around my waist as I start pounding into her again. This time no gentleness, this time, my thrusts are rough and quick; with each one, I go deeper, I feel her breasts nudging on my chest, and my arms are wrapped securely around her.
"Are you alright?" I ask, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, Mikkeli, don't stop!" she screams.
Her wish is my command, I pick up my pace, and our bodies glisten with sweat as I keep stroking rhythmically and intensively inside of her. I pound into her as if there is no tomorrow. My mind is blank. I don't think. I follow my instinct, and it tells me not to stop; it tells me to make her cry in ecstasy. The bed rocks because of our movements; our loud panting is the only sound heard.
I don't let my eyes stop looking into hers. I feel connected. I feel as if she and I are now not only one body but also one mind. The way she looks at me as if I was the best thing that happened to her. I may not be, but for sure, she is the one for me. After today I know I will never touch anybody else in my entire life.
Her nails dig into my back; she tightens around me even though I was sure it was no longer possible. I feel as if I'm going crazy due to the intensity of our pleasure. I feel sparks jumping between our bodies; I moan her name, gripping her tighter and moving quicker; my nerves are on fire.
I feel her clench around me, and at the same moment, I feel her small teeth biting into my neck, exactly the spot she would mark me if she were a werewolf.
I cum instantly, and I feel Hannah biting stronger into my flesh as I arch my neck, open my mouth and scream my orgasm...
.... The first rays of sunshine woke me up. I turn around, and I'm faced with the most mesmerizing view in my life. She lies next to me, naked and gorgeous. I lean to gently touch her nose with my lips, which makes her open her eyes.
"Have you hurt anywhere?" I ask. I'm fully aware last night; I lost control I shouldn't have lost.
After all, it was only three days since my rut; she could still be sore because of that. But she shakes her head and gently caresses my face with her fingers. I pull her closer to me, making her rest on my chest, as I started gently playing with her hair.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes, Mikkeli, it was a very pleasant evening," she smiles at me and reaches up to kiss me. Goddess, I love her lips, so soft and moist. She's for sure the one made specifically for me; everything in her makes me crazy, and everything in her makes me want to have more. She's mine; she should always be mine. I will never accept her being with someone else.
"Would you like some breakfast?" I ask and stand up as she nods.
I put my briefs on and go in the direction of the open kitchen. This cottage has only one room and a bathroom, so I'm perfectly aware that she ogles me all the time I'm making our food. I remember the time she gave me breakfast, and I feel rather cheerful thinking that now I have a chance to repay her.
Cheerful, honestly, it's a strange feeling for me. I was quite comfortable and used to my always harsh and fearful composure.
Just like me, she decides not to get a shower before eating. She only puts my shirt on and sits next to the kitchen counter when the food is ready. I'm happy with that; I love her fragrance mixed with the smell of sex and my own on her. I put pancakes I've just made in front of her as well as a cup of black coffee.
"Sorry, there is no honey or syrup," I say; I kind of brought her here in the spark of a moment so the fridge is not full; the cottage wasn't used in months. It's clean because Rose makes sure that every pack property is regularly cleaned.
"It looks painful," she says, pointing in the direction of my neck.
The place she bit me yesterday is a little bit sore, but for some reason, I find it very pleasant; touching it gives me a feeling of excitement.
"It will probably be here a little bit longer, like the cuts you gave me the first day we met, but I kind of like it; it's rarely for me to get hickeys," I smile. "I feel honored that you put your claim on me."
She giggles, and we eat and talk about random things, again enjoying each other company in an ordinary situation.
But even though it was so perfect, even though this night was magical, deep down in my heart, I'm still scared that it is just temporary. That's sooner or later, I'll make a mistake, and she will only see me as the cold-blooded monster who I am afraid I may be.