Alpha’s Hidden Obsession By Misha K
Chapter 26 First k*iss (Poppy POV)
Ugh! The day started so bad. I was brought back to Damon’s apartment and now I have this head making my body do strange things. It crashed inside me as waves in a storm-tossed sea, one after the other. I swallowed thickly when I realized that he knew where my second class would be. Just because I didn’t want to make a scene in the corridor where half of the peeps were stealing glances at us while the other half were pretending to not look at us.
“I can take her with me,” Ann intervened clearly very angry with Damon. But Damon ignored her completely like she was non-existent.
“Yes, I will go with her,” I managed to say in a hoarse voice and licked my dry l*ips.
Damon flitted a glance at Anna. “Your class is on the opposite end, Anna. You will be very late for it. I am escorting Poppy.” He didn’t say it as a request. It was a command. An Alpha command.
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Anna winced. She gritted her teeth and looked at me with pity in her eyes. “I will wait for you at the cafeteria,” she said and left unable to go against his order.
I nodded and headed upstairs. Damon was beside me. Every step I took was like an effort. I wondered if I would be able to go to the second floor, let alone to my class.
“I need to go to the toilet,” I said as a matter of urgency. My body was so hot that I had to wash my face. My c*ore was clenching hard and my b*reasts felt heavy. My n*ipples were traitorous as they pebbled against my shirt and made their appearance quite prominently. I was sure that my t*highs were wet with my juices dripping between them.
Goddess. Damon would have definitely smelled my stupid a*rousal. I needed to distance myself from him. I rushed towards the bathroom. I opened its door and closed it behind me, thanking the goddess that there was only one girl inside. She gazed at me through the mirror and continued applying her mascara. I walked to the basin and splashed my face with cool water. She gazed at me again, closed her bag and walked out. As soon as she walked out, I heard heavy footsteps and jumped when I saw Damon entering the ladies’ bathroom. He locked the door from inside.
“What are you doing?” I blinked. He came to stand next to me. Something surged inside me, something so potent that it rushed through me and my belly fluttered.
He took a d*eep inhale and I tensed. So did he. “You smell like freshly baked bread.”
My m*outh opened like that of a fish out of water. I sniffed my clothes. They smelled of laundry and fabric softener and of course my a*rousal and sweat. “I don’t smell anything.”
He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent. “I do.” He opened his eyes and glared at me with frustration. “Maybe, you should go back to the apartment.”
“No,” I replied past the tight chest. “I have a class.”
He brought his f*ingers to my cheek and caressed it with his thumb. His t*ouch was like electricity. Every part of my body came alive. His gaze raked my forehead, my cheeks, my eyes before finally settling over my l*ips. So close to him was creating havoc in my mind. What was he doing? Why was he t*ouching me? He shouldn’t. He was betrothed to Monica. This was all wrong. I wanted to jerk away from him but I couldn’t. Next to him made me feel like I was sitting on a jetty in a stormy sea.
The way my body was responding to his t*ouch was shocking. My belly fluttered as thousands of butterflies inside decided to wake up from their nap. My n*ipples rubbed against the cotton of my shirt. The muscles of my c*ore clenched and the l*ips swelled. I pressed my t*highs together so hard that I grasped the edge of the counter tightly until my knuckles blanch white. This was bad, dangerous and stupid. And something inside was stirring. Was that my wolf?
It was the moment.
Damon turned me to face him completely. He curled his f*ingers beneath my chin and lifted it up. Then he leaned down and brushed his soft l*ips against mine and the moment he did that, everything else in the world faded. A simple t*ouch from him was more than enough to ignite fire inside me. It brought forward that need of intimacy that I always missed.
He drew his nose alongside my head and inhaled d*eeply as if committing my scent to his memory. He pulled me closer and my h*ands landed on his chest. I didn’t know what was getting over me, but I wanted to flow with it.
My heart thudded in my ribcage. The air around us was charged with electricity. My f*ingers moved up his chest and I could feel his heavy breaths on my face. His chest rumpled under my t*ouch. His f*ingers traced my jawline, my cheeks, my neck, as if he was learning my body.
I was pressed against the counter’s edge by his t*highs. I didn’t have to look down to see that his jeans was tented because I could feel his rock hard c*oc*k against my belly. He picked me up and settled me on the counter. He leaned down and then pressed a k*iss to my l*ips, eyes closed. A firm, needy and hot k*iss. His h*ands were around my waist as he stood between my t*highs.
I couldn’t help running my f*ingers down his bulging arms, his forearms and his knuckles. My f*ingers traveled all the way up to his chest, to his neck where his tattoo was peeking out.
He nipped my bottom l*ip with his fangs and something inside me burst. I opened my m*outh for him and he slid his tongue inside. The moment he did that my f*ingers dug into his muscles. His chest rumbled and he groaned in my m*outh. His tongue explored inside my m*outh hungrily, greedily. He s*uc*ked in all my air and I was sure my face was red due to lack of oxygen, yet I didn’t want him to pull away. My first k*iss.
We were both panting when he pulled away. “You taste so good, Poppy,” he said. “Let’s go back to the apartment and get this out of our system.”
Yes, that was what I needed. I needed space from him. I needed to think so that I could put my head in place. Wait. What? Get this out of our system? When my brain wrapped around those words, I felt like smacking myself. I could hear a rubber band snap in my head.
Goddess. I was making such a fool out of myself. My eyes wide, I looked at the self-conceited bastard in front of me who was trying to take advantage of my heat? A snarl escaped my l*ips. I was so enraged by his words that I wanted to slap him. So, I slapped him.
His face whipped to the right. I pushed him and hopped down the counter. I opened the door of the bathroom and was out of it, stumbling my way up to the next class. I wiped my l*ips with my shaky h*ands. He must have rushed behind me but I rushed ahead to put distance between us, angry at myself for allowing myself to be enticed by him.
“Poppy!”
“Get away!” I hissed and ran inside my class, blaming my heat.