52. The wild sensation.

Elena.

My eyes felt like it had seen what it should not have yet again as I rushed out of the alpha’s bedroom but as soon as I was out of the room, I bumped into someone.

Mia.

It was still very early in the morning for her to be up by this time so I was surprised and shocked, coupled with the fact that she had just seen me come out of her father’s room at five in the morning. I could not help but hope that she could not smell alcohol or anything from me.

Oh my god!

She gave me suspicious looks just before proceeding to speak, “Ms. Elena? Why are you coming out of dad’s room this early in the morning?”

I was stunned and words evaded me for a while before I was then able to comport myself and at least find an excuse that would not seem too silly and stupid for a teenager, “uh... uhm... I was downstairs, I had to go take some water so uhm. he saw me when I walked past his bedroom because the door was slightly opened., them he called on me to help him with some water too. I had gone to give him water.” I quickly rushed out hoping that this would not mark the beginning of suspicions and even ill relationship between Mia and I.

It seemed like she was not convinced though, “I think dad never asks anyone to bring him water especially at this time. Plus he has a bedside fridge in his room too, one hat is always stocked with water because he takes a lot of it, I wonder why he suddenly needed water or why his door was even ajar at five am in the morning.” Mia said.

And then I felt stupid at being caught in the web of lies, of course he had a fridge, I have seen it several times too, in fact, he had a lot of amenities in his huge room, but I knew that I could not just give in to the teenager like that, i had to protect my dignity before the kids, I can not have them knowing that I had this sort of weird relationship that we both do not understand with their father.

“It finished, Mia. His water finished and he was not prepared for that so he had to ask me to help him with some in the kitchen. And his door was slightly opened enough to see me walk past because he had just returned from his routine of midnight wolf run. You know this too, stop asking me so much questions.” I managed to say very casually and then I turned the table to in turn question her so she could take her mind off of this, “why are you awake by this time too and coming into your dad’s room at that?”

“I woke up quite early and I have been finding it hard to go back to sleep, I was actually coming to your room and not dad’s. I wanted to see if I would be able to fall asleep with you in the room.” She explained and I nodded.

“Well, how about we go to your room and I sleep there with you until you get to fall asleep?” I asked and she nodded in affirmative. We both go back down the stairs too her room and we talked about her crush in school and what not before she then fell asleep.

As soon as I confirmed that she was deeply asleep, I tiptoed back to my room hoping that I do not encounter any more people and most especially the alpha. Even before walking into my room, I could not help but wonder if I would find Mr. Deangelo inside but I shook off the thought and entered. The room was empty and I was horrified to know that it made me a litle bit sad.

I got out of the gown that was on me and entered into the bathtub, and after scrubbing, I remembered Deangelo's masturbating. The scene played vividly in my head and I did not know when I started to imagine myself back there with him. I imagined entering the bathroom and helping him jerk off.

I sighed and sank deeper into the foamy, fragrant water. It was a bit tepid, so I turn the hot valve, letting in a stream of steaming water. I laid back again, feeling the heat creep past my calves, thighs, up my back.

With each breath I took, I relaxed more into the marble. I then began to touch my soft skin - pink from the warmth and the rough gloves I’ve used to make it smooth. My thighs yielded to my fingers as they made their way up, feeling the firmness of the bones jutting from my hips, then the softness of my belly. I reached back down to my pubic bone, then chose to tease myself a bit longer.

I brought my awareness to my ribs, my sternum, the weight of my breasts. Pinching and twisting my rosy nipples, I watched them harden and enjoyed the tingle. A flash of strong shoulders pressed into my mind, bright beneath my closed eyelids.

But I try push the image away. It was the alpha.

He had been dominating my dreams and my waking life too often lately. My lust had never driven me to focus on one man like this before, heck, what was I even talking about? I do not think that I have aver felt like this towards any man, I had never even had any man being in my imaginations like that. I was beginning to fear his power over me.

I slid my head under the water, running my nails along my scalp. Goosebumps raised on my limbs, and my nipples hardened more.

Reset.

I started touching myself again, upper thighs now, but I still could not escape the image of his perfect shoulder. I could see the tendons working above me, holding him just close enough that I could smell him where the knot of his jaw meets his neck. He was pushing himself into me while I ran my hand down his bicep and over his veined forearm.

Ugh, fine.

I decided to give into my deeper wants, the wants that did not give a fuck about avoiding attachment. The wants that turned into physically painful needs.

I clenched my vagina and ran my middle finger across it, gentle at first, then harder, circling its border.

I continued this for a few more minutes and then I was shocked at the wild sensation that went through my body when I came. I had never experienced anything like this before. I felt so elated because I had never felt so good while doing anything sexual, I had never even once thought of giving myself pleasure either. But then I suddenly became ashamed as I remembered that I had done all of that with the alpha in my head and imaginations.

It suddenly felt like I was being filthy and slutty by even doing all of these.

I ended up not sleeping as I stared at my ceiling till it was morning enough to get up to get the kids to get ready for school and all. While I helped Mrs. Cali with breakfast, I was shocked to see Mr. Deangelo come down and even into the kitchen this early morning. Wild memories from the previous hours, ranging from the way I had drank and spoken so casually and confidently to him to how I had made the mistake of thinking his room was mine only to find him masturbating with my name on his lips and cumming to me in my own bathtub doing the same thing to his presence in my head. It was all very mortifying.

I started to panic and I could not look him in the eye because I felt filthy. When I glanced at him for a few seconds, he had an amused smile on his face as he stared at me continuously. When he asked me to pass him the coffee that Mrs. Cali had made even though it was just a little distance from him, I was certain that he was teasing me and he found all of this very amusing unlike me.

I ended up spilling some coffee on the table due to my shaky hands and wrecking nerves so I quickly excused myself, feeling very embarrassed.