Alpha for Valentines (Alpha Meets Omega 1)

A stinging sensation crawled across her face as he raised his hand and brought it back down to slap her ass cheek, pumping into her harder with every thrust. His hand alternated from one cheek to the other, leaving hand shaped welts as he fucked her like a feral animal. She loved every bit of it. His roughness suited her desires perfectly and she soon found herself shattering into another orgasm as he found his own sweet spot and filled her with a warm gush of ecstasy.

They lay there for a few moments, each broken apart by their climax. Then he pulled free of her, scooping her up, carrying her into the bedroom, and laying her in the bed. He kissed her so tenderly it felt like she might cry, letting his lips linger on hers before gliding them slowly across her check and then down her neck, planting small kisses as he went.

He kissed her breasts, taking his time to enjoy each one as she swirled his tongue slowly around her hardened nipples before gliding further down to kiss her stomach and her thighs, still sticky with a mixture of their orgasms. His hands slid down her legs as if he were appreciating each inch of her and then he moved back upward, reversing the process.

“You are so beautiful. So perfect. I love fucking you,” he whispered into her hair before rolling off to one side and laying flat, pulling her over to lay her head on his shoulder. They lay there in the darkness, cuddled together in their post coital bliss until Lucy started laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry. I just can’t believe that we ended up naked in the woods and had to shift to run home. What a ridiculous thing to happen.”

“Ridiculous is one word for it. They better hope I don’t find out who they are or they’ll get a much better feel for my displeasure.”

She laughed again and settled back into his arms. She could feel his breathing even out as he fell asleep with her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. She soon drifted off herself, putting the events of the evening behind her. Ryan awoke her the following morning, already showered, and dressed.

“I’ve got to get to work. Let me get you to your landlord’s so you can get to class.”

“Okay. Let me call her,” she said, reaching for the cell she had fished out of his bike last night when they returned. “Why are you in plain clothes?” she asked while the phone was ringing.’

“The promotion I told you about. I moved from being a beat cop for too many years to being a plain clothes patrolman.”

“Undercover, you mean?”

“No. Just not in uniform. It’s a rough neighborhood. People don’t want to be seen talking to cops. It just makes it less obvious, even though most of them still know who we are. From a distance, they don’t notice it as quickly. Or they just don’t run when you approach them.”

She nodded, just as her landlord answered from the other end. She told her that she had lost her keys and asked if she could stop by for a spare. The woman told her to come by her office and she’d leave one with the receptionist. Lucy thanked her and slipped back into the oversized clothes Ryan had loaned her, realizing she would have to go into the office in that and sock feet. Oh, well. The comedy of last evening wasn’t over yet.

After the quick stop off, Ryan took her home and waited until he saw that she had the door open. She waved for him to go and he pulled out of the driveway. She showered and got dressed for school, hurrying out the door at the last minute after spending way too long searching for the spare key to her car in an overflowing drawer she reminded herself she had meant to clean months ago. She only had one class today, but it was an early one.

“You going out with us this Friday?” Sasha asked as they ate lunch at a nearby cafe after class.

“Yeah. I’ll be there.”

“You sure? You aren’t too busy wrapping your legs around that hot cop of yours? What’s his name anyway.”

“Ryan. Ryan Wilson. And no, I’m not too busy for you, ever.”

“Good to know. I’d hate to lose my best girl,” Sasha teased.

“Never,” Lucy replied.

She didn’t tell her about the events of last night. It was a funny story, but she was feeling tired for some reason and maybe even a little nauseous.

“Listen, I’ve got to go, Sasha. I’m not really feeling all that well this morning. I think I need to go home and lie down for a bit.”

“Okay. Anything I can do for you?”

“No. It’s probably just a bit of a bug or something. We were out in the night air last night, so I’m probably coming down with a cold.”