Dominated By The Alpha novel Chapter 3

Oh God!, just remembering last night makes me cringe.

Watching as Dean and Mr Riley had a full on punch up right there in the local pack hospital.-

It took four guys on each side to restrain them both.

They both want me and I'm so confused. Neither of them would let me talk!

I can't even find out my mate's name because I haven't actually been alone with him yet.

My head is all foggy, so many questions and ideas filling my head.

I'm now laid up in bed. A weeks' sick leave to recover from my idiotic self inflicted accident and come to terms with all this new information.

My head hurts, throbbing and healing from that bloody mirror. I feel drowsy from the strong pain killers.

I want a bath but refuse to have one while I'm this drowsed. I will not put myself at risk.

Just rolling over on my side, I'm slowly drifting off to sleep. The doorbell sounds loudly, making me cringe.

I whimper, and sigh. "Who is it?" I ask softly as I head out of my room and down the hallway.

"It's Dean! Let me in, baby."

I smile and unlock the door, looking up into my master's eyes. "Hi! What's up?" I ask. "Did I do something?"

Dean looks confused. "No of course not! I wanted to see how you were... maybe finish where we left off?"

I smirk. "That can be arranged but I want a bath first. I've had my pain killers so don't feel safe bathing."

At that, Dean grabs my legs, throwing me up into a bridal hold, making me squeal before heading into my bathroom.

After sitting me on my stool in the bathroom, Dean rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and begins to run the bath.

I just sit and watch him. This incredibly gorgeous man makes me feel special and incredibly turned on 90% of the time I'm with him. The only sucky thing is, it feels like I'm cheating when I'm with him. I guess it's because I haven't accepted or rejected my mate. I just know he's there.

Within 5 minutes, the bath is full. Bubbles overflowing and a sensual smell of the bath oil aroma. Jasmine and vanilla musk filling the room.

Dean helps me to strip out of my clothes. He does the same, joining me in the bath.

The water is enticingly hot. It's relaxing and soothing to my strained and stressed body.

"Mmmm." Dean sighs, pulling me against him. His front to my back, his legs over mine, pushing them to either side of the bath. "Let me wash you baby."

I watch as Dean picks up my flannel, squeezes some body wash on it before rubbing it over my arms. He works up to my underarms and down over my neck and breasts, teasing me through the cloth.

I moan lightly, closing my eyes as Dean moves the cloth down over my stomach.

When he reaches my clit, I whimper in need. His fingers teasing me using the flannel.

"Oh Dean." I sigh, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

How does this man know how to touch me so well? Where did he get such knowledge?

I don't have time to think, as Dean throws the flannel into the water with a plop. He worked on me with his quick fingers.

"Oh baby, you're so ready for me!" Dean breathes. His musky scent overwhelming me.

Spreading my lips with one hand, he flicks the fingers of his other hand against my clit expertly.

"Don't stop!" I moan, feeling an orgasm build in the pit of my stomach.

My jaw drops, going slack as the pleasure consumes me, building from that one point in my stomach, spreading over the entirety of my sensitive body.

As my body tenses, I know the explosion is imminent. Oh lord, am I ready?

Dean has magic hands.

Only made to pleasure me!

I gasp out loud, my limbs quivering as I cum, moaning out Dean's name.

I slump back into Dean, breathing heavily.

"I love making and watching you cum Lizzie. Coming apart from under my hands. It's the biggest turn on ever."