THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“Derek!” “Maya!” “Shane yo!” “Clemrific..”

Derek heard Emma call them one after the other, and sighed, aware of the giddy motion of his wolf, despite their earlier resolution, and the warnings of his beta and gamma. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought.

“Don’t you go kissy on her, Derek, or I will kick your shin for putting our future Luna in trouble.” Of course, that was Shane speaking through their mind link, ever the humorous specie.

“Remember, treat her like she is a fling, no possessiveness, and then, of course, none of that puppy eye stuff for god’s sake.” His beta, Clem, mentioned, and he rolled his eyes.

On a normal day, he would have tagged them jealous of his mateship, but not today. Today was not a normal day. Today, they had a vampire in their midst. He knew that if his cousin could mind link with him, she would have sent her own batch of warnings. She couldn’t. Perhaps that was why she now held his hand, squeezing it repeatedly, both as a reassurance for them both, and a warning for him alone. She wouldn’t want to lose her best friend either, or him, to some vampire.

He perceived the strong scent of the vampire as the latter halted a few feet away from him, and then he held his breath as he watched his little witch shake hands and exchange greetings with his beta and gamma like they had been friends for a very long time. On a normal day, he wouldn’t even allow them to touch her. But today isn’t a normal day. He chanted in his mind, unable to tear his gaze from her beautiful self, held spellbound by her reflective beauty, unaware that the professor was scrutinizing him and taking some readings.

He came to his senses when Maya pricked the middle of his hand with her finger. Instantly, he tore his gaze away his mate, and shifted it to the professor who was looking at him with curious eyes. Had the latter found out? He thought worriedly, cussing himself for being unable to act, even for five seconds, that he wasn’t addicted to the redheaded human.

But those senses tethered on disappearing when Emma engulfed Maya in a bear hug. He could feel that sweet sensation at her presence prickle down his spine and lower belly.

And she hadn’t even hugged him yet!

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His hands itched already to hug her, and his fingers ached to run their slender selves on the rich mass of her red hair, finding and treading that bone pathway that led from her neck to her lower back. He discovered that no matter how he pep-talked himself not to feel that way, at least for the now, he ached to kiss her with reckless abandon, to touch her so badly but reverently, to sink his fingers into her hair while meshing her tongue with his. He discovered too that his member was already hard, just thinking about it. So much for remaining neutral. He thought.

And then, she unclasped from the hug with his cousin, and came to stand before him, her eyes twinkling with a variety of emotions, love, and surely, lust. She wanted what he wanted too, and knowing that worsened the state of his member down there.

“Didn’t you miss me? Aren’t you going to hug me? He heard her ask, and cursed under his breath, while still standing ramrod straight, like an electric pole.

“Hey, Emma…” He gritted out, fisting his hands unconsciously as he saw her eyes widen with disbelief and shock, then hurt, aware from the corner of his eye, that the professor was watching them, no, studying them, waiting to see his reaction. And that only made him all the more eager to push away his little witch for the now, to hurt her a little, even though it pained him to do so.

But that dose of reasoning almost flew away, when she hurled herself at him suddenly, her hands wound tightly around the base of his neck, as she buried her face at the crook of his shoulders.

“I missed you so much, and I know that you did too, even if you are acting like a eunuch at the moment.” She said, tightening her hold on his neck, even as he tried to free himself from her hold gently. She was having none of it; and his ability to withstand hugging her back was fading by the passing second.

“Don’t you dare do it.” He heard Shane mutter slowly through the pack link.

“He is still watching. Hold out on your feelings for a while longer, until she gets tired.” Clem added, and he almost rolled his eyes. Easy for them to say. He thought. He couldn’t wait to taunt them when they found their own mates.

But when Emma bit into his neck slowly, running her tongue leisurely and pleasurably on the spot she had bitten, he lost it; the remaining senses, he lost it, as they flew right away from an imaginary window.

He hugged her back fiercely, passionately, as the tingling sensations ran from his neck to the other parts of his body, especially his already hard member which now poked at her from his trousers.

“What made you think that you can resist me?” She asked, even as she drew small circles with her tongue on his neck, amusement and victory tainting her voice.

But he didn’t reply, couldn’t reply for fear of saying something that would cause his friends to bash him in the head. Already, they were cursing him through the mind link for being weak to a woman’s touch. But he cared less. They didn’t understand of course. Heaven was his mate’s embrace. The vampire could go to hell. He cursed the professor in his mind, tightening his hands on his little witch’s back.

And when he had, out of curiosity rested his gaze on the history professor, he could swear that he had seen a flash of pain and anger zap through the latter’s eyes, before returning to their bland form the next second.