I could honestly say I have never experienced a sleep over. You know, one of those nights where girls would come together to paint their nails, curl their hair, and talk about the school boys. I don't think I actually had enough female friends to experience that.

While lying in my bed, I could finally say I have experienced it and honestly, I hated it and was glad I never had an opportunity to have it.

It was uncomfortable. It was like being wrapped up and stuffed into a pressure cooker. One female in a bed was enough. Three? That was impossible.

"Move over." I have heard those two words throughout the night. Mainly from my own lips.

I would kick. Angela would push. Brittany would groan and roll over until a moment later we were back in that uncomfortable pile. Sadly, no one found the energy to get up and move. Would I? No, it was my damn bed. Would I kick them out? No. Even though I was uncomfortable, I was stupid enough to repeat to myself that they were my girls and I could not shove their asses out the door.

I rolled. I tossed and turned in search of a spot I could settle into. The sheets were crumbled under me. Legs were locked with mine and arms and elbows were shoved into ribs and backs. Now I see why men complained. We were dangerous sleepers.

A warm grip wrapped around my wrist. It tightened until it had a good hold to begin pulling. I pulled back, my eyes still closed but I assumed one of the girls was moving me. I was getting agitated. Not as furious as I am now when I was ripped from my bed like a rag doll.

The scent was masked in the swirl of the numerous wolves in the room at first. That was until it hit me as hard as my body slammed into his. My stomach twisted into a knot. I could honestly say I did not expect to see him. Not now.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm saving your life." He pulled me closer. "You three looked stupid in that one bed."

I felt my nervous jitters die when we entered his room. That provoking scent that attacked me with endless relaxation and comfort. He laid me down on the edge of the bed. The same side I woke up on before. Did this count as my side of the bed? Was I thinking ahead of myself?

He began undressing himself. I rolled over, my back to him. He was creating those thoughts that I did not want to arise so soon. The bed shifted before I was pulled closer to him. The room was cool but he was so warm. It was the perfect match.

"Are you okay?" I had to ask.

"I'm home. I'm okay." I was told that an Alpha always felt better when surrounded by their pack. The real question I was asking was did he feel better here with me?

Did he even miss me? Did I even cross his mind outside of these doors? Why didn't he call? I began to think further into it, which seemed to be a big mistake.

"What is the problem?" He sighed heavily. I knew he could sense how irritable I was.

"Why didn't you call?" I bit at my lip. My focus strictly awaiting the answer I hoped he would give me.

"Huh?"

"Why didn't you call?" The second time it came out much more demanding.

"Your tone." He rumbled.

I huffed as I pushed myself out of his hold. He denied my request to leave. He pulled me back into him.

"I was busy."

Was that the best he could do? The only answer he could give me? 'I was busy'? Yeah, like we were busy worrying about them. His hand over my shoulder, he pulled me around to face him. The only thing I could give him was a few eye rolls and a poked out lip. Seeming to be defeated, he spoke again.

"Look, things got hectic up there. Finding time to call home was almost impossible up in those hills. Service. Connections. After losing my phone, it was ten times worse. If I knew it was going to cause so much worry, I would have sent a damn carrier pigeon home. My bad."

This man was an asshole. However, forgiving this asshole seemed to be so easy to do. Goddess, why did I have such a weak soul? Was it the weak soul or his ability to make me weak? It was funny though. I could see the amount of pressure I was putting on him. I, Amira, got an explanation from the big bad Alpha.

I cracked a smile. I knew that was the closes thing to an apology. He covered his eyes with is free arm before he pulled me against his chest.

"I'm going to sleep." He announced. "Unless you want to talk to yourself for the rest of the night, I suggest you do the same." ....

I was exhausted. I was drained. Sleep was the only thing I wanted to go back to. Sadly, there were too many distractions around me. The sun's glow. The tweeting birds. The thing that was poking my backside. I was not sure if I wanted to rule this a good morning or an annoying one.

I moved a little.

"Stop it." His voice sliced through the silence.

I popped my hips just to annoy him a little more. He mumbled a few threats before he grew tired and flipped me over onto my back.

"You're hard headed."

I stared into his full vibrant eyes. Exhilarating eyes that were just seconds away from being consumed by darkness. I looked away. It was hard to keep my growing feeling a secret and by the look of what was growing just below his torso, I could tell that he was feeling the same. He knew I was watching. That smile on his face confirmed it.

"What?" I tried to be good but the nipples pressed against my T-shirt showed otherwise.

He teased them; pressing his lips against the shirt covered flesh until they hard as stone. Our bodies were closer, his manhood rubbed against my aching clit.

"You tease me." The way he looked at me. "I tease you."

Sweet touches caressed my skin. My lips. My neck. My jaw. Temptation was calling, knocking at the door, begging me to give in. My goddess, I had to.

"The monster in me..." The menacing flesh of his lips rubbed against the crook of my neck. "It wants to please you."

"Please." My legs hooked around his waist. "Let it."

I have heard the secrets, the tales. Was it true? The monster that lurked behind the human walls of an Alpha was not only dangerous in a fight, but also dangerous when brought forth in the bedroom. Passionate. Aggressive. Wild.

His nail lengthened. Like scissors to a piece of scrap paper, it was no effort needed to slice through my shirt and panties. He seemed to be having fun. Ruining my clothes was what he did best. He exposed me right down to my lotus flower.

I felt him rub against me. Moisture left him weak and in hunger. He eased up against me.

"I've missed you." He eased into me, leaving me flustered by the feeling of him and his words. Was it the sex talking? Or was it really how he felt?

He flipped me onto my stomach so he was behind me. He slipped back in. I reached back for him, my fingers latched onto his thigh the deeper he went. Tired of the digging of my nails, he pinned my arms above my head to stop me.

He went in deeper. My weak whimpers turned into moans. Light moans turned into raspy screams. He pulled me up by my waist and pushed me down to my elbows. I never felt him so deep. I never knew I could feel so much of him. I purred his name. A sweet melody that was like a password to increase his pace. His gentle strokes turned into reckless, rough penetrations. His hands gripping my waist, he pulled me harder against his pelvic area.

The pressure was building. The need to explode was near. He thrusted into me, his breath hitched every time he ripped into me. I could not hold on much longer. My body, trembling under him, released the tension, the pain, and my circulating mind.

I collapsed onto the bed. The soft mattress pressed against my perpetrating body. He kissed my neck, leaving me sweet whispers about nothing in particular.

Goddess this man was poison and I was crazy enough to take it...