Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

Charis

I stilled, and for a heartbeat, I felt suspended between who I was before this school... and who I was becoming.

He wasn’t the same boy I had rejected a year ago, and I wasn’t the same girl either.

And yet here we were, tangled in the dark, breathing the same air, holding months of unsaid words between us.

I turned in his arms, my eyes adjusting to the shadowy outline of his face.

"Yes," I whispered.

My heart raced as I felt his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips then met mine in a passionate kiss, and I melted into his embrace.

He tasted of mint and heat, and I nipped his lower lip, savouring his sharp inale, the needy pull of his hands around my waist. Our mouths parted for a brief, breathless heartbeat, and I felt his eyes on me as if to communicate his need.

Then he kissed me again, deeper this time, one hand sliding into my hair, the other splaying wide at the small of my back. His tongue slipped into my mouth. Our tongues dance together, exploring each other’s flavours.

I moaned softly as his hands slid all over my skin, exploring it. Then I felt them move upwards and stop just under my rib cage, massaging the area there. I squirmed with impatience before his hands moved, caressing my breasts through the PJ shirt, his fingertips stopping to roll my puckered nipple in his hands.

I arched my back, pressing it against his palms, begging for more.