Back again motherfuckers.

Apparently, the sexxxxxy stuff in the last chapter made some people a bit uncomfy. And to that, all I have to say is: Too bad. I wasn't exactly turned on by it either, but I have no control fo my characters anymore. They are their own people. They do whatever the hell they want.

Enjoy our baby Ares.

Oh, and Adored By The Alpha has officially reached 500 pages... I wish there was some way for me to see how many hours I've been writing.

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I scowled at Allen after a paper pamphlet hit the side of my head. He smiled at me from the doorway, giving me a quick wink before walking out again. Dickhead. I picked up the flyer, realizing it was from an Indian take away place. I read through it quickly.

"Uh... just order the chicken tikka masala, I guess. Please," I yelled towards the hallway, and looked back down at my phone. Fucking candy crush. I narrowed my eyes, trying to get rid of the fucking licorice.

A smile spread on my face when I felt two arms wrapping around my shoulders from behind, a kiss being placed on my cheek.

"Is Ares perhaps a bit eager?" I turned my face and pecked him on the lips. Allen chuckled and nodded, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

"He's begging me to let him out. Also, you should know that he is, how to express this... very very happy, about the birth control. Excited..." he bit his lip. furrowing his brows and thinking his words over.

"Just so you know, you might have to tell him off tonight. You know, he's not quite as... understanding, aware, of your boundaries. It's not that he doesn't want to respect them, he's just sort of confused. So to him... and me, kissing, touching, marking, lovemaking... having kids, and the thought of it is so natural. I'm logical, and can reason with myself that you're not ready, that you have other priorities, that you want to wait, but he's more primal, he follows his instincts..." he shrugged, apologetically.

I kissed his cheek. "I understand. I know it's got to be... annoying, in some way, having to wait and wait and wait for something that's the most natural thing in the world for you. I'm sorry about that," I said, kissing him again.

"Never, ever apologize. We need to be considerate of each other's needs, of course, however, you're younger, inexperienced, and I'm pretty sure you'd be more upset about doing something you're not ready for than I'd be waiting to do something I want," he took a deep breath. "Now... our food is on the way... you want to watch some TV? Maybe Tangled again?"

I bit my lip and smiled. "Alright, but sit down with me properly, I want cuddles,"

"I would love nothing more, my love,"

***

Once our food had been delivered, we'd devoured it in less than half an hour, I desperately needed to get the gauze off my arm... and my sweetheart Allen had of course offered to help.

He softly loosened the fabric, dumping it in the bathroom trash. He gently picked away the cotton that stuck to my skin, placing a little kiss over the spot, where a blackish bruise had begun developing.

Once he'd wiped an alcohol covered wipe over it, me hissing in the meantime, he found a large bandaid and put it over my arm. I smiled. "Thanks, Dr. Alpha,"

He rolled his eyes, closing up his first aid kit, and putting it back under the bathroom sink. "No worries, Ms White. Now, I have a request for you, on behalf of my mother... she wants you to come over for a game night. Me and my family have them every once in a while, and she's sad, that you and her, and the rest of my family for that matter, aren't as close as she'd like," he pressed his lips together in a little trying smile.

I nodded. "That sounds nice... board games or video games? If it's board games, I will crush you, if not... I'm screwed,"

"It's board games, and I will definitely look forward to this crushing... we should play go strip fish some time, could be fun, although without my family, of course, otherwise that would be incredibly awkward." he chuckled.

I furrowed my brows. "What in the everloving hell is go strip fish?"

Allen bit his lip. "Well, it's like go fish, but, let's say that you ask me for my 3's, but I don't have any... you have to take off some clothes. And the other way around. Whoever is naked first, loses. Then we can discuss what R-rated service should be expected of the loser," he smiled, towering over me and slowly wrapping his arms around me.

Narrowing my eyes, I raised an eyebrow. "What R-rated service are we talking about, exactly?"

He shrugged. "Oh, could be everything. A handjob, going down on the other... oh seeing you walk around the house, in nothing but lingerie for an entire weekend would be a wonderful, wonderful thing," he grinned, a naughty glint in his eyes.

I huffed. "You seem so very confident that I'll lose."

He shrugged. "Well, you didn't even know the name of the game, so I mean, it doesn't exactly sound likely that you'll win, does it?"

I clicked my tongue. "Oh, is that a challenge? Alright, get the cards. I'm sure that Ares will be more than pleased with the lack of clothes at midnight time. Mark my words, Allen, I will win, and that is a decision I've made,"

He nodded. "Alright then, you go upstairs, and I'll find some playing cards. You should probably go put on a few more layers of clothes, otherwise you'll lose so very fast," he smiled, that hungry look in his eyes.

Pessing my lips together, I flipped him off before stomping out of the living room, and up the stairs towards our bedroom. That smug little... I'll show him. I crossed my arms when I went into our bedroom, looking at the messed up sheets neither of us had had the energy to straighten out this morning.

I sat down on the bed, crossing my arms over my chest. He's so sure he'll win, smug goddamn little bastard. I pursed my lips, looking over my clothes. A thin blouse, jeans, socks, and of course underwear underneath. At the very least I was wearing one more article of clothes than Allen... assuming he wasn't wearing a bra under his shirt, that was. I furrowed my brows. It'd been a while since I'd last played go fish, but I was pretty sure that I'd figure it out quickly. Otherwise I'd be very cold during the weekend.

He walked into the bedroom, a pack of playing cards in his hand, self-satisfied smile on his face. A little too self satisfied. Okay maybe it's been a bit more than a while since I last played.

I'm screwed.

"No extra sweater, Love? Bold choice," sat opposite me on the bed, his eyes sneaking a look on his phone. "We have 2 hours before midnight, so we'd better get started. Do you want more than seven cards? Just so you'll have an advantage?" he raised his eyebrow, amusement evident in his expression. Asshole.

"No thank you, I'll be more than fine," I whispered. He chuckled and shrugged, but then dealt me my hand, and his own, then laid the rest of the cards in a pile.

"Alright, if you ask me for a card, and I say 'go fish', you have to drop some clothes, of your choice, and draw a card from the pile. If you get a full set, like 4 kings, then you can pick something for me to take off. Whoever's naked first, loses. Winner gets to pick a punishment. If you ask me for a card, and I have it, you can ask for another one, a maximum of three times, so it doesn't get too boring. Any questions or objections? Or perhaps you'd like to back out while you still can?"

I pressed my lips together, taking a closer look at my hand. I had two 9s, two 2s, an ace, a jack, and a single 5. A... pretty shitty set of cards if I was honest. I am so so so screwed. Shit.

He gestured with his hand for me to go ahead. I narrowed my eyes. I didn't want to expose my sets too early. "Okay, you uh, got any... jacks?" I looked at him suspiciously through my lashes.

He cocked his head to the side. "Go fish," he whispered. How in the hell does he make something from a children's game sound... hot? This is just frustrating.

I pulled a card from the pile, another 5, laid my hand on the bed, and reluctantly pulled off my sock. Dickhead.

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Really, just the sock?" he shrugged. "Alright, my love, my precious light in the darkness, the meaning of every breath I take... will you please hand over your 3's?"

I wanted to point and yell 'ha!' in his face. I managed to contain myself to a smile. "Go fish, my sweet Allen,"

He narrowed his eyes in playful anger, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it down beside the bed, then adding a card to his hand from the pile. He was still immensely enjoying himself.

I bit my lip. "Alright... Allen, would you be as kind as to give me your 5s?" I felt adrenaline surging through my veins as the stumped look on his face, as he pulled two cards from his own hand, giving them to me. I laid the set of 4 down in front of me, glancing at Allen's clothes. Shirtless in pants, socks, and most likely underwear. I pointed to his left foot. "How about I be nice, just this once? You can take that one off... for now,"

He pulled it off, slowly. "You are so going down for this, my love. And I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of it, understood?"

"That's what I'm counting on,"

~15 minutes later~

My heart was beating a tad too fast in my chest. I can't lose this.I was left in my bra and underpants, and Allen was wearing his boxers and one sock. He'd gotten three sets just by pulling cards from the pile.

I took a deep breath. "Do you have any... 4's?" I stared down at the one pathetic 4 of hearts in my hand.

He smiled, shaking his head. "Go fish," he nodded at my bra. "You really should begin to consider carefully what cards you choose, Love, next time you'll be completely naked... not that I'd mind, but nonetheless,"

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it in the pile with the rest of our clothes, before taking yet another card. It was another jack. At least now I had two. He smiled at me. "Alright, Love, do you, perchance, have any... jacks?"

I sighed, handing over my jacks. With a shit eating grin, he slowly oh so slowly, laid down the four jacks. First the heart. Then the clubs. Then diamond, and finally spades. He chuckled. "Well, well, well... my precious Love. It seems that you lost... are you gonna take them off, or... should I?"

I sighed. "Allen, I'm on my period, I mean it's one thing for you to go down on me..." I sighed. I had been nothing similar to comfortable with that, but Allen had gone on a whole speech about how it was natural, it didn't bother him, how he'd earned his red wings (he'd had to explain exactly what that was) years ago, and he couldn't give fewer fucks. I'd told him to drop the speech on period positivity and just got down.

"You seem... somehow comfortable with that, not that I have any idea as to how in the world you feel that way, however, I really don't want to sleep in bloody sheets, so do you mind if I could keep them on? If I promise to dutifully do whatever punishment you give me?"

He rolled his eyes. "Alright- if I get to pick the lingerie you'll be wearing, don't worry though, I'll pick something without holes in the bottom,"

I furrowed my brows. "Why would there be holes in the bottom? Wouldn't that just mean it needs to be thrown away?"

He took a deep breath, looking at me with deep amusement in his eyes. Then the ball dropped. I wrinkled my nose. "That's just disgusting. Where would you even get underwear like that?"

He shrugged. "A sex shop... or the bottom drawer of the dresser with all your underwear," he smiled. "I am very excited for when and if you'll feel comfortable wearing things like that. You'd look absolutely stunning," he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I took his hand and placed a kiss on it.

"Allen, you continue to amaze me in the most... interesting ways. However, that sounds like something it would take me a long, long, long time to get comfortable with, if I ever were to get comfortable with that,"

He nodded. "Okay, sure..." he looked down at my stomach when I curled over a little bit. "You having cramps?"

I shifted. "Maybe a bit, it's nothing to worry about,"

He nodded. "I'll get you a warm blanket, and then we can cuddle until near midnight. I can message your lower back too..." he looked at me with soft loving concern. "And your breasts. Whatever you prefer,"

I raised an eyebrow. "What? They can get sore when you're on your period- I'm just trying to help!" he held up his hands innocently.

I rolled my eyes, and he got off the bed, leaving me alone in the room, mostly naked. I cleaned up the cards, shuffling them to the best of my ability and put them back in their little box, and put the box on the nightstand. It was 09.42, I read off the little bedside clock.

Excitement began bubbling in my stomach. The thought of cuddling with Ares during the evening was... so nice. I felt warm and cozy just thinking about it. The kisses, the soft touches, the slight tightening of his arms wrapping closer around me, not to forget his adorable declarations of love every other second.

Allen returned to the room. with a little heated blanket. He laid down, resting his back against the headrest, tabbing his stomach. I sat down on top of him, sitting between his legs. He laid the blanket over my tummy, and then reached down, messaging my lower back gently, pushing at all the right spots. Oh fuck me this guy must've been a masseuse in a past life.

He nuzzled his face into my hair. "You are beautiful, the most wonderful person, you're intelligent, funny, and loving, and generous, and kind, and I love you so, so much," he whispered into my ear, placing a kiss behind it.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I snuggled closer to him. "I love you, Allen, more than you'll ever know. I'm so glad I snuck away from that stupid ball. It's the best suicidemission I've ever went on." I laughed a little to myself, wiping away the lone tear moving down my cheek.

When I went to that mating ball, I'd never imagined finding someone... like him. So loving. Patient. Caring. So funny, and passionate, and slightly perverted, and just so... Allen.

My Allen.

He chuckled, and kissed up and down my neck, still massaging my lower back. "I completely agree, my Love. Best suicide mission in the history of suicide missions."

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and leaning back my head against Allen's chest. It felt so safe. Allen told the Google Home to play some song. The tones swayed gently through the room, filling out the silence.

I do my make up to feel pretty

Thinkin' back when I did it for them

Until I met you

Never felt so myself, never felt confidence

Like I do

You make me feel like I should

Finally

I'm happy for, happy for me...

Allen whispered softly in my ear. "This song reminds me so much of you,"

I smiled. "Yeah, I guess being loved unconditionally no matter how much of an asshole I'm acting like did help my confidence, just a little," I laughed dryly.

"No, I mean me," he rested his chin on my shoulder. "I mean, I don't wear makeup... not unless my sisters tie me down and put it on me that is, but, with everyone else there's this need to put up a façade. I'm the big strong alpha... but I don't have to do that with you. You make me feel safe, you let me be me, you give me reassurance that the way I am... a little soft, around the edges, isn't a weakness, but a virtue."

He shrugged. "I guess it's partly the toxic masculinity, but sometimes I feel like the way I want to be, kind, loving and considerate, isn't right. That I'm supposed to be some tough-guy who bosses everyone around and threatens to kill everyone in sight, because I'm a man, and an alpha. I don't know, you just... everytime I give you a kiss, and a hug, and you smile and tell me you love me, you're also telling me that what I'm doing... who I am, is just right. That's made me believe more in myself than ever before." he kissed my cheek, his hands moving from the massage to resting around my lower belly.

"I'm more grateful for you than you'll ever know. You make me feel strong, and brave. You give me a purpose, to make the world, or at least this pack, a better place, for you, for the children we'll have one day. You make me feel loved in that special way that most of us crave, every day. You might not realize it, or see it, but you give at least as much love as you get. You let me take care of you, because you know that's what I want, no, need to do to feel like a good mate, a good man... you're everything I could've ever asked for, and hundreds of more wonderful things all mixed in to you, my soulmate,"

I wrapped my arms around his, intertwining my fingers with his. "That's a relief. Sometimes I feel so... shitty. I guess. That I'm not more lovey dovey and affectionate. Also the... sex. It seems so one sided. I mean earlier today you... even despite me being on my period-"

"I don't give a shit about periods. I'll be damned if I let it create any distance between us whatsoever,"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, I know. What I was going to say was... I mean you did that, I'm barely comfortable... touching you, and, no offence, the thought of ever having your thing in my mouth makes me want to gag, no pun intended,"

He chuckled. "Well, we all have different comfort levels. And fellatio is hardly a requirement for a healthy relationship. You do what you want to do that I like, and I do what I want to do that you like, and that's how we'll keep it balanced. And also, my love, dearest, my precious darling... It's called a penis. Or dick. Cock. I even once went on a date with a girl who called it a gut grinder stick... we did not go home together, though, so don't say that."

I chuckled. "Magic wand," I giggled.

"Meat club," Allen chuckled.

"Disco stick."

He laid his head back and laughed. "Oh goddess no... Allen Jr,"

"Oh come on, who came up with that?!... pleasure bat,"

He cracked up, rolling around the back, taking me along with him thanks to his arms around me. He ruffled me around the bed, from side to side, until, unsurprisingly, we ended up on the floor, wrapped in our sheets and duvets.

I'd landed on top of him, his arms still wrapped safely around me. He chuckled, moving the corner of a sheet off my head. "Are you alright?"

I nodded, resting my chin on his chest. "Yup, tip top, you softened the fall. For someone who's so muscular, you're a surprisingly good safety cushion," I reached up, stroking his cheek softly. He closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.

When his eyes opened once again, they were glowing a soft yellow. Not yellow enough that Ares was there though, I could tell. But he was undoubtedly lurking right beneath the surface, just waiting for his chance to get out and shower me with kisses and affection, as always.

"Come on now, Love, let's get you off the floor so you don't get sick," he said, without an issue getting up from the floor, carrying me in his arms, yanking the sheets off the floor and back onto the bed, before throwing me on top of his, crawling up along me, kissing me along the way.

He sat up,