Chapter 21 - Home
Alyssa's POV:
Brent pointed out the car window and my mouth fell open. I could not believe the size of the lodge style building in front of me. It was magnificent. Huge logs, smooth and shiny, made up the outer walls. Beautiful landscaping lined the front of the building and sidewalk. I could only imagine how beautiful the natural lighting was with all of the windows. There had to be at least 15 floors if not more. As we pulled under the awning I was instantly reminded of a rustic hotel I had once stayed at for a conference. The driver pulled in and parked, and in my excitement I reached for the car door, "don't you dare," my mate growled at me.
I smirked at him, "or what, Mr. Alpha." His eyes darkened with lust at my taunting. I loved the affect I had on him.
With one last look he exited the vehicle and came to open the door for Tenley and I. He lifted Tenley out of the car and then took my hand and helped me step down on to the ground. He walked us toward the door.
"What about our bags?" I asked, looking up at him.
However, my question quickly answered when a pack member came out and began to load our bags onto a trolly, "ah, got it," I said, causing my mate to laugh at me for answering my own question .
We walked through the sliding doors and into an enchanting lobby. A massive, rustic chandelier hung over our heads illuminating the lobby in a warm glow. I noticed large couches encircling a massive wood burning stove, a sense of cozy comfort in the expansive area. Beyond the seating area was a wide open space full of tables, chairs, and benches. That must be the eating and gathering hall, I thought. As if he had read my mind Brent spoke, pulling me from my trance, "this is our main gathering area. Breakfast begins at 7:15 am and ends at 9:00 am. Lunch is at 11:00 am and ends at 1:00 pm. Dinner begins at 5:00 pm and ends at 7:30 pm. Come on, it's late. I plan to show you both around tomorrow after breakfast," he said, pulling me from the stunning lobby.
"Your pack house is beautiful. I've never seen anything like it," I said in awe.
"Our pack house," he grumbled. "This is our pack, we are equals. You are just as much in charge as I am. You have every bit of authority I have," he emphasized further.
I still didn’t know what to say to a man that genuinely saw me as not just an equal, but a being worthy of respect. I settled on a simple thank you and kissed his shoulder. His cheek was out of my reach, but I wanted him to know how much I appreciated him. He released my hand and wrapped his free arm around my waist to pull me to him, Tenley was tucked into his other arm, peacefully sleeping on his shoulder. I couldn't love this man anymore if I tried. Watching him be the father she never had was causing me to be more emotional than normal. I found I could barely hold back tears when watching the two of them interact.
We entered the elevator stall and he pressed the number 20, the highest number. Well, I wasn't too far off my guesstimation, I thought as the elevator began to ascend higher and higher.
I laid my head against him as he rubbed his rough, calloused hands over my arm. The bond danced over my skin with tantalizing tingles.
The elevator dinged, alerting us we had arrived at our destination. The door slid open into a small hallway that only had one door. He placed his hand on a panel, and my eyes widened as the heavy steel door slid to the side.
I was met with a wall of windows that had the most incredible view of the night sky. I was completely mesmerized as I continued to look around the room. To my right was a seating area with a fireplace that had a huge television hung directly above it. To my left was a beautiful kitchen that had dark cabinets and slate black countertops. The space very much matching the dark persona of my mate.
"Let's lay Ten down and I'll show you the rest of the apartment," Brent whispered in my ear, startling me out of my trance, and causing him to softly chuckle at my jumpiness.
I nodded and followed his steps across the luxuriously fluffy carpet. My barefeet sank down into the lushly thick material. I was pretty positive I could lie down on this floor and have the best night's sleep of my life.
Brent placed his empty hand on the doorknob opening it into the sweetest little girl's room I had ever seen. The walls were a soft shade of pink, with ballerina bedding on the white four-poster bed, and a beautiful white dresser that had crystal drawer pulls sat against the opposite wall. A toy box in the corner next to the dresser was overflowing with more toys than any one child should have. The nightstand to the left of her bed had a darling night light that cast stars all over her ceiling. Brent had totally and completely spoiled Tenley. I hated to think of him, but I couldn't help but think how much Dalton would've hated this. Pink was not allowed in our house, no matter how much Tenley begged. He was so closed off and upset about having a girl he couldn't stand it. So many emotions filled me, I didn't even realize I was crying until Brent walked up to me and wiped his thumb across my cheek.
He quietly led me from the bedroom once we'd tucked Tenley in, I looked back once more to look at the sleeping bundle in the center of the bed and then I softly pulled the door closed.
"What's wrong, my love? Do you not like it here?" His voice strained with worry.
I shook my head wildly at the thought that I could possibly hate this, and I told him so,
"No, it's beyond my wildest dreams. It's more than I could've ever imagined or hoped for. I just seem to be having a terrible job at controlling my emotions right now. It's just..." I paused, causing Brent's brow to furrow once more.
"It's just what, my love?"
I contemplated not bringing this up. The moment was too perfect to bring him up, but at the inquisitive stare from my mate, I knew I needed to say something.
I sighed softly, "It's just that Dalton never allowed pink. Her room at home was gray and neutral. Just another way he rebelled against having a little girl. You did an amazing job on her room and I am just so grateful she gets to see how a dad should be."
With a deep inhale and glossy, unshed tears coating his eyes Brent cleared his throat before responding, "well, we had plenty of time to search the Internet for the 'perfect room,; as Tenley put it. This was her vision, I was merely the piggy bank." His husky laugh that followed was like music to my ears .
I reached up on tip toes to pull his face to mine as he stooped to meet me. Our lips crashing into each other with both want and need. He reached down to grab my thighs and pulled me up to his waist as I wrapped my legs around him. He began to walk to the opposite end of the apartment and with one arm around me he flung the door to what I assumed was our room. His scent enveloping my every sense let me know I was correct.
He kicked the door closed and laid me on the bed. I immediately began to try and pull his shirt off, which he slid easily out of. I then went to grab the buckle of his belt and he pushed my hand away, "not yet my love, our first time was rushed, I want a chance to worship you the way you deserve."
I shivered at his words. He was so damn beautiful. Tattoos littered his entire body from his neck down to his torso, with sleeves on both arms that extended from his broad shoulders down to the backs of his hands. I knew from past experiences that he even had a few tattoos on his thighs and one on the back of his calf. I reached up and rubbed the tattoo of a wolf across his chest, earning me a lust filled growl from my handsome Alpha.
He slipped my shirt over my head, his face coming to pepper kisses over my neck and collarbones, ending at my mark, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my entire being. He reached underneath me and pulled at the clasp of my bra, discarding it on the floor behind him. He dropped his head and began to taunt and tease every part of my chest. Taking my breast into his hand as he took my hardened nipple into his mouth, causing me to arch into him and moan involuntarily. My face flushed with embarrassment and Brent lifted his eyes to look at me, "I can feel your embarrassment through the bond, my love, there is nothing embarrassing about being turned on by your mate. Relax, I love hearing you."
All I could do was nod my head in response. I had only ever had foreplay on very few occasions and it was nothing like this. I was breathless with want as he kissed his way down my torso. Pulling my joggers and panties off in one quick movement. He knelt to the floor and pulled my legs toward him until I felt as though I was going to fall off of the bed, a squeal of surprise left my mouth at the sudden movement.
He laughed at my reaction, "you are too fucking adorable," he said as he placed my legs over his shoulders. My body was riddled with nerves, but my arousal was leading the show and I was powerless. My body wanting, no, needing every touch he so willingly gave.
I shouted his name into the dark room as his mouth disappeared between my legs. Licking and prodding until I was a shivering mess and screaming for release. He finally stood, ending the beautiful torture.
He slowly pulled his belt from the loops of his pants which gave me a chance to quietly admire him. His hair had come loose and was framing his face, the wild waves making him look dangerously ethereal. I had never thought much of a type, knowing I had a destined mate. Still, I couldn't help but to silently praise the Moon Goddess for the deliciously handsome man in front of me.
He dropped his pants, and then his boxers, and climbed on top of me. He hovered over me as he settled himself between my legs. My breath hitched as he placed himself at my entrance, the slightest touch sending my body into overdrive.
With one thrust he buried himself deep inside of me, causing me, yet again, to scream his name. His pace was slow, but deliberate. Pushing his full length in and out of me as I clung to his shoulders. The pressure in my core building with every movement .
I couldn't handle another minute of his torturously slow movements. My hands slid from his shoulders to grab his ass and I held him against me, begging for him to go faster.
Brent's POV:
Just when I didn't think this could feel any better, my mate grabbed my ass and began to grind desperately against me, begging for release, and who was I to deny her?
I shifted my hands down to grab her hips for leverage as I drove myself into her over and over again. She met my every move, perfectly in sync.
"Holy shit," I growled out as I felt her walls clench around me, her release imminent. Driving myself impossibly deeper into her, she came completely undone with her moans and screams unraveling the last of my resolve as her name left my lips like a prayer.
We lay there for a moment catching our breath. I pulled myself up onto my elbows as I stared down at her, brushing her hair from her face. The moon shone brightly through the window, making her look like a goddess in the soft silver light. She was so beautiful and so responsive to my touch. How did I get so damn lucky?
"I love you so much, my Luna," I whispered to her. No one was around of course, but it felt wrong to speak above a whisper after the moment we'd just shared.
She smiled, "I love you more."
"Impossible, my love, absolutely impossible."