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– "With Our Alpha Libido, I Think We Can Go Up To Round Twelve."

I don't know how many hours or minutes have passed by.

"Um, Seneca?"

"Mm." She breathes, skimming her lips down my neck as she places little kisses.

Yep, we're cuddling.

My breath hitches when she bites slightly. "W-Will you . . . Will you go on a date with me this Saturday?"

The implication of something more is clear as day in my sentence.

It's better than asking outright if she'd do the deed with me, right?

'Riiiight.' My Wolf drawls and I shove him to the back of my mind.

She freezes, her arms that are around my hips stiffening as she slowly pulls back—her face illuminated by the flashing television that's still playing the movie—looking at my eyes doubtfully. "Are you . . . uh," she swallows, her throat bobbing up and down, "Are you s-sure?"

"Surer than I've been about anything before." I say firmly, turning slightly to cup her cheeks, as I look into her eyes.

"Oh." She nibbles on her upper lip, "O-Okay." She says quickly, leaning forward and burying her head in my neck quickly.

I chuckle, "Okay, What movie were we watching again?"

She laughs as well, relaxing slightly as she rolls her eyes at me.

I laugh.

•••

It's Saturday evening, and I'm adjusting the rolled-up sleeves of my brand new ink-blue shirt, checking the mirror for the hundredth time.

I'm in my old room, getting ready for the "Date".

Involuntary shivers wrack my body at the thought.

'Will she like me? Hate me? Will she—'

'Shut up. You're not that innocent that you're gonna fumble, and even if that happens, I'll take control.' My wolf declares, stopping me from mentally chastising myself.

'W-What?!' I exclaim back, shocked.

'I'm just stating the facts, Human. Nothing to be ashamed about.'

'B-but—you—'

Beta Ezra strolls in at that moment, interrupting my thoughts like he owns the place—which in a sense he does, I guess—pulling his collar up slightly. "I sent everyone away." He informs me, as he perches on the corner of my bed. His fingers hold on tightly to the frame as he looks at me with a cool expression, the Beta in him taking the place of the awesome friend I had a few days ago.

That's getting more and more depressing.

I turn back to the mirror, examining myself. "Fine. Thanks." I smile, running my hands through my hair slightly, catching his gaze in the reflection, "How has your day been?"

Old Beta Ezra would've burst out laughing at my serious expression, and would've patted my back and directed me to the nearest mental asylum.

This is not him though.

"It was good. How was yours?" He asks in a monotonous voice, looking at me once again in the reflection.

"Awesome." I lie, thinking back to the time when Ms. Smith gave me a disapproving look for being distracted in class, and the time when Mr. White raised a bushy brow with a flat expression, the moment he caught me looking out the window.

Hey, you can't blame me for my behavior.

You can only guess where my thoughts were.

Yep, that's right.

"So . . . " Beta Ezra stands up, dusting his pants self consciously, "Ditch the 'Beta' title, please. Call me, Ezra. And I'll call you Micajah."

"What?"

"I reckon you telling someone that 'nobody ever calls you Micajah'," He quotes, smirking slightly.

I gape at him, stunned. "What—how, wait, did you overhear—?"

"Walls have ears, Micajah. See you soon. Hopefully without that flower. And I forgot to tell, I've sent Seneca to the spa for a few hours. Get it done." He winks and spins on his heel, strutting out of my room, leaving me behind with flaming cheeks and a round of frustratingly unanswered questions.

•••

"Where are we going?" Seneca asks for the five-hundred thousand eight hundred and fifty-third time, making me smirk.

We're sitting in the backseat of a limo.

I lean forward and kiss her blindfolded eyes, clutching her hands tighter in mine. "You look like a Goddess." I whisper in her ear, letting my lips trail down and place two little kisses on the rapidly darkening red stain coating the apples of her cheeks.

It's true. I'm not fibbing. Seriously.

The pure white Grecian Goddess dress with its one shoulder and the elegant updo of her ruby red hair looks fan-fuckin'-tastic, the vibrant shade a stark contrast to the complete absence of color in her outfit.

Thank Goddess she's not wearing make-up. I'd bet any day that she looks better without it.

"You're changing the topic. Tell me where we're going. My Wolf is going crazy, you know, her Alpha tendencies to know everything all the time." She persists, and I sigh exasperatedly.

"Yeah, like you're not curious."

"Nah, it's just my Wolf. She is your Alpha after all."

"Then, just shut up, Alpha." I order, subtly shifting her away from the closed window. I grin wider when the destination comes into view, getting anxious once again.

Finally. This girl would've made my hair go white with all her stupid questions—scratch that, almost white hair, whiter. "We're here." I announce, feeling all jittery and nervous as the car rolls to a stop.

Remember Micajah,

Don't expect too much, awkwardness is bound to happen.

Put her pleasure before yours.

Be patient.

Yeah, that's about as much as what I read online, which is worth remembering.

What? I'm not embarrassed to admit it, okay? I know we all do it at some point in life.

"Are we . . . Are we . . .?" Seneca starts, taking deep breaths of the air surrounding us.

Damn Alphas and their exceptional smelling senses. Ugh.

I help her out of the car—which I might as well not do because, well, she doesn't need it—and inter-wine her arm around my elbow, leading her up the small flight of stairs and into the building.

I release her arm and slowly step back, untying the blindfold.

She blinks a few times and then turns to me, her jaw dropping slightly in a silent gasp.

"How did you—Goddess!" Realisation lights her features and then she's throwing her arms around my neck. "I love you so much, Cage."

Yes, the living room of our house is decorated with a thousand little wax lamps and scented candles, with a square dining table in the middle, a gourmet meal for two, with a bouquet of mixed flowers and wine adorning it.

I chose our house, because, I don't know, I felt like it's the best choice for the memory that we'll cherish forever.

"I love you, too," I chuckle, but that's cut off by her lips on mine, kissing me fervently. I'm shocked by her sudden enthusiasm, but I return the kiss nonetheless, wrapping her tightly in my arms.

I pull back in a few seconds though, before things get too hot.

"What, Alpha? Shall we skip dinner?" I smirk, craning my neck back to look at her eyes, because she's too close to me.

She looks hopeful, "Shall we?"

"Nuh uh uh." I sing, "C'mon, I've got you your favourite wine."

•••

We're halfway into the meal, conversation flowing easily, but breaking into awkward silences and stutters at times, because both of us know what's coming next.

"Do you like the food?" I ask after a moment of abrupt silence, and she looks up, her eyes flashing blue for a second.

It raises goosebumps on my bare forearms.

"Loving it." She replies, chewing slowly.

"Awesome." I nod and my gaze wanders to the bouquet which I completely forgot.

"Hey, I know you're not a flowers kinda girl, but I chose these flowers especially for you." I point to the beautiful assortment of different varieties of flowers in the long-necked glass vase with my fork, and she looks up from her food once again.

"Oh. They're nice. What do they mean?" She asks after a bite, looking at me curiously.

I blush, "Um, the Gladioluses in the middle mean strength of character, the Lilacs mean first love, the Callas stand for regality, and the Orchids symbolize you delicate beauty. The single red rose means . . . passionate love." I say the last part in a whisper, the volume of my voice dying down with every word.

She stops breathing. "Pass the pepper please." She says after a moment, swallowing her food slowly, as her eyes darken with a familiar dilation that I've seen too many times in the past few days.

Desire.

As the table is too wide, I stand up, leaning forward and placing it near her food. Her grip on the fire tightens when I come closer, and she averts her gaze, studiously glaring at the plate.

Some sauce is sticking on her upper lip.

My mind immediately flashes with a mental image that I suddenly want to do.

Before I can debate further, I quickly lean forward and latch onto her upper lip, sucking off the sauce on it.

Mhm, tastiest sauce on earth.

I pull back, but still maintain only a few millimeters gap between our lips, looking into the storm of emotions brewing in her dark grey eyes.

I gulp.

Seneca leans forward and closes the tiny gap between us, her mouth hard on mine as she drops the fork with a clang and wraps her hands around my neck, her fingers getting lost in my hair.

I groan when she tugs hard and pull back—or at least try to, because she doesn't let me go, making a noise of complaint in the back of her throat.

I chuckle, placing my hands on her shoulders and pushing her back on the seat.

She pouts, and I chuckle even more, walking around the table to her.

I bend down, scooping her up in my arms suddenly, making her squeal in surprise.

Whoa. This girl is not skin and bones. She's pure muscle.

But thanks to everything that's holy, I find it easy to carry her.

Must be the filthy Alpha blood running in my veins.

Anyway, I cut off her surprised squeal by placing my lips on hers, to which she responds with a low moan, wrapping her arms around me.

I smile into the kiss, turning around and making my way up the broad set of carpeted stairs to our room on the first floor, effortlessly carrying my girl in my arms.

It's a dream come true, and I've never been more grateful to Beta E—I mean, Ezra in my life before.

When we reach the familiar black door, I pull back, jerking my head in its direction. Seneca nods quickly and opens the doorknob, pushing it open. Once I've carefully maneuvered my way in, I kick the door shut and she once again, gasps in surprise.

I didn't do much here. Just lit up a few hundred candles on the floor and windows, and scattered some rose petals on the bed.

Seneca turns to me with rapidly blinking eyes, "It's like, you read my mind, you know? I wanted to ask you if we could stay home, because I wanted it to be in a place that's only ours, and you did exactly—"

I place a quick kiss on her lips, cutting her off. "Talk less, work more." I smirk and her cheeks redden slightly. She nods after a moment, a jerky shake of her head.

I smirk and walk over to the bed, throwing her in the middle. She yelps in shock and hurries to pull down the hem of her dress. I kick off my shoes and pull off my socks, slowly making my way to the centre of the bed and climbing onto it, on my hands and knees.

She slowly crawls back, struggling to pull down her dress.

I roll my eyes, but I'm helpless to stop the smirk that stretches my lips at her discomfort, as I back her against the headboard, placing my hands on either side of her head.

I feel a sense of déjà vu, but only, in this situation, it is reversed.

I'm the one backing her against a hard place.

This widens my smirk, and I bend down, burying my nose in her neck. "Are you sure you want to give yourself to me, Alpha?" I whisper hoarsely against her throat and she gulps slightly, nodding against my hair.

I smile, "Good." I place a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the exposed skin of her neck, enjoying the way she shudders in delight.

My hands slowly trail down her bare shoulders to her hips, clutching tightly. "Touch me...I want to feel your skin against mine..." I breathe, placing gentle kisses along the side of her jaw, biting her earlobe along the way.

She jumps at the sting, but her hands reluctantly move up, placing themselves on my shoulders and slowly making their way around my neck. I groan at the feather light, hesitant touch, feeling my stomach drop slightly when she starts to undo the buttons of my shirt.

Her hands travel across the hardened muscles on my chest, and my kisses turn needy and more hungry across her skin, trailing downwards to the neckline of her dress. I push away the strap on the other shoulder, kissing and licking my way across the exposed strip of skin, my nails digging into her hips.

And then my shirt is off my shoulders, courtesy of the sharp tug from her talented fingers.

Yup, it's torn, but who cares.

Her nails scratch their way down my pectorals, down the slightly ridged, and indented muscles of my almost six-pack, and then she's touching me.

Oh. My. Goddess.

That warm hand breaks the hesitation and sets the animal in me free, and suddenly, clothes flying everywhere, all the shyness and virgin doubts and faltering movements turning into a fluid dance that seems like something natural.

Something like breathing.

Hands and mouth and tongues touching places never touched and then we give our first times to each other, basking in ecstasy and the primitive possessiveness that makes us proud that none has been where we are, now.

And when the two of us are about to reach our heights of pleasure, I lean forward, my extended fangs sinking into the skin of her neck.

She goes absolutely wild, thrashing and gasping and eyes rolling back as she rides out the pleasure, holding onto me tightly, arms and legs around me. I breathe in her newly changing scent, licking away the few droplets of blood trickling down her skin. While I'm busy not to waste a single droplet of her blood, suddenly, her sharp fangs are tearing the skin of my neck and sinking in, pushing me over the edge, and into a realm of pleasure that makes me see stars behind my eyelids.

Crap. I didn't know that I was missing out on something this good.

Seneca slaps my chest, and I realize a moment later that she read my thoughts.

And then I feel it too.

The connection between us.

The rope that was holding us together now even stronger, our hearts beating in sync and our minds united.

And the infinite love for the each other flowing through the bond.

"I love you so fuckin' much, Seneca." I say through heavy breaths, unable to stop the words.

'I love you too, Cage.' Her thoughts reach me first before her words.

"I love you too, Cage. I love you too."

"You up for round two?"

She smirks, "With our Alpha libido, I think we can go up to round twelve."

I laugh, doing exactly just that.

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