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Please prepare your hormones for this chapter, it's a scorcher ;)

(there's one of my ideas for Alessandra, let me know what you think!)


I scramble off of Klaude, who also scurries to his feet, brushing off his slightly wrinkled shirt.

"Uh, hey cuz." He mutters, raking his hands through his blonde hair.

Octavius just growls darkly, and even in the dark of the tv room, I can see his eyes glowing a bright gold. I need to calm him down.

"Um, Klaude, get out." I whisper, and reach my hand out to push him towards the door but Octavius snarls at me before my hands can even touch Klaude. Bad move, Alessandra.

"Uh, yeah I'm out, catch you later, Octavius." Klaude quips before he hurries out of the room, and now it's just me and a very very angry alpha.

He is still standing in the doorway, his shoulders hunched and his breathing quick and audible.

"What, the hell, was happening?" His voice is so deep, I can barely recognize it.

"Octavius, nothing was happening-"

"Nothing?!" He shouts, taking another step into the room. "You were on top of him, laughing, smiling, touching." With each word, his anger seems to grow as his eyes flash brighter and brighter gold.

"We were just playing around!" I squeeze my hands together, my anxiety building.

"Playing around?" he scoffs loudly, and laughs slightly. "You were playing around with my cousin on the floor? On my floor?" He stalks over to me, and he is right over me, miles taller than me. I back away from him, almost terrified. I've never actually seen this side of Octavius where his anger was on me. I attempt to put as much distance between us as I can, backing up until my back collides with the wall.

"Octavius, stay away from me." I warn, but my voice is weak and half-hearted.

But Octavius continues to move towards me, until he cages me between his muscular arms, and he stares down at me, his eyes blazing.

"Octavius, calm down." I plead.

"How can I?" He whispers fiercely. "When you touch my cousin more freely than you touch me? When I walk in, hoping to see my beautiful mate, but I see her with him!" His jaw clenches aggressively, his eyebrows arrowed into a glare.

"Because nothing was happening!" I protest, placing my hands against his strong stomach, my palms tracing his muscles. "Because he's not my mate."

"You're right, he's not." He states, his eyes fading from their gold to a deep black that reflects the light from the hall. "Because you're mine."

And he crashes his lips over mine.

I freeze, unable to react for a moment, not fully registering that I am kissing Octavius. Octavius is kissing me. Oh crap. He's kissing me! He gently bites my lip, and I respond finally, moving my lips gently against his. His hands leave the wall behind me and capture my waist, gripping me and pulling my body impossibly closer to his. I slide my hands up his back, over the coarse muscle and into his soft, curly hair. He growls and kisses me harder, faster. My mind is going insane, his scent surrounding me, invading my senses, and everything is him and nothing else matters but his lips on mine and his heat at my heart. I kiss him till I can't breath and I don't care because his warmth is the only oxygen I need, and I think I could just stay like this, I could never stop kissing him when he pulls away.

I inhale sharply, missing his lips on mine as he places his forehead against mine, holding one hand on my waist and one in my hair. We are both breathing heavily, and Octavius gently strokes the small of my back, where my tank top has ridden up slightly. I shiver at the delicious contact and melt further into him, my face at the crook of his neck. His face is in my hair and he inhales, purring slightly.

"Wow." I whisper, clutching at the fabric at the collar of his t shirt, and I can smell the sharp smell of aftershave on his neck.

"Yeah." His voice is breathy and husky next to my ear, and I grin, enjoying the warmth he gives me. I raise my face slightly, and kiss the base of his neck gently, barely brushing my lips against his skin. I can feel the vibration of his growl at his neck and I grin. I place a kiss at his jaw, moving farther down the sharp feature.

"Alessandra." He whispers.

"Mhm?" I respond, pulling the collar of his shirt farther away from his neck.

"You need to stop, my self control is literally hanging by a thread." He warns, but his voice is rough and hitches at my kisses.

"Are you sure?" I ask against his skin.

"No, but you need to stop." He pulls aways from me, and brushes my hair out of my face, and I smile softly at him.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispers, and runs his fingertips over my cheeks, my jaw, my lips.

We share a few moments of contented silence before he grabs my hand, leading me towards the couch.

"Now," He states, his voice above a whisper now. "Which season of Friends is this?"

He pulls me down next to him on the couch, and I cuddle against him. "Dunno, there's like a million."

He chuckles. I lay my head on his lap, and allow my eyes to shut, and soon, I fall into a peaceful sleep. 



Finally!!! I loved writing this chapter, so much emotion to fill into one part! 

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