My Two Alphas, page 7
part #1 of Alphas Series
“So, you felt it too? I wondered about that”. He said, quietly watching me.
“Felt what? What have you done to me? Did you drug my food?”
In place of responding, Cole moved his chair around next to mine and took my hand from my lap, rubbing it gently, his eyes fixed on the motion of his fingers rubbing against my flesh. I tugged my hand at first, trying to pull it out of his grasp, but he resisted, not hurting me, but not letting go either. After a while, he raised his eyes to mine, and I saw something deep in those emerald depths that called to me, even while I thought it shouldn’t. It was more than desire, it was raw need, and even though my brain told me I shouldn’t, or couldn’t, respond, my body started heating and I leaned imperceptibly towards him. He started leaning in towards me, but I stopped myself, and pulled back. Cole looked at me for a second, but then with a wry smile, got up, moving his chair back around the table and settling back down in front of his plate of food. He quietly picked up his knife and fork, then just as quietly spoke.
“There’s no point in fighting it, you know. It doesn’t make any sense, and I’m just as confused about it as you must be, but it is what it is”.
“What are you talking about?”
“My fool brother and his friend shouldn’t have kidnapped you, and one day I’ll explain the reasons why they did, but somehow, accidentally, they did something right. You and I are meant for each other, and if you are honest with yourself, you know that’s true”.
I took in some shallow breaths. He must be crazy, I thought to myself. He might be handsome enough to eat on toast, but he’s bat shit crazy. I looked around wildly, seeking some means of escape, but then remembered the enormous cat outside. I wasn’t brave enough to face it again, if it caught me again without someone around to call it off, I would probably end up as cat food. I heard Cole return to his food, and chanced a look at him. He was eating while watching me, and I saw a predatory gleam in his eye that worried me. It worried me because I was trapped here at his mercy, and it also worried me because I wasn’t as concerned about that as I should have been. If I had met Cole anywhere else, I might have been flattered by his attention, but as his captive, it just felt wrong. He shocked me again when he pushed his plate away and spoke.
“I know you are scared, Diane, and I understand why. I promise you that as soon as I can let you go, I will, I don’t want to keep you here against your will any more than you want to be here”.
“Are you just playing games with me, Cole? One minute you act concerned for my wellbeing, the next you make it clear that I’m stuck here with you and you are acting all – I don’t know – predatory. How do you expect me to react to that?”
“Predatory, you say? That’s an interesting choice of words. Why would you say that?”
“Because I feel like you’re playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse, taking your time, letting it feel like everything will be all right, and it will get away, then just as it lets it’s guard down, you will swoop in for the kill”.
He threw back his head and laughed. Really laughed. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but giggle a bit in response. My giggles died in my throat as he leaned back across the table and captured my hands, raising them to his face and inhaling at my wrists, almost nuzzling my skin.
“I can promise you this, Diane, I might take my time with you, toying with you like the cat does with the mouse, but not with the objective of torturing you to death. The only torture I want to practice on you is much sweeter than that”.
I inhaled sharply as he pressed soft, lingering kisses to my wrists, kissing the areas that were still red from chafing from the rope, and then he shocked me further by licking the scratches that I had inflicted with the nail scissors. I felt my sex clench in response to the sensations that my skin was registering, and I saw him pause, and it seemed as if he was sniffing the air. He then folded my fingers back over my hands and sat back.
“Are you sure you aren’t hungry, Diane? I promise I haven’t drugged anything. I wouldn’t do that to you”.
He stood as he said that, and carried his plate over to the sink, I picked up my fork and tried some of the eggs, nibbling at them and then dropped my fork as Cole delivered his next line.
“When you share my bed, it will be because you want to, not because I’ve taken the choice from you”.
After Cole had spelled his intentions out so clearly, the rest of the morning was a difficult one. I had forsaken any chance of eating my breakfast, my stomach in knots at the conflicting emotions rolling through me. Why couldn’t I have met Cole elsewhere? Why did he have to be my kidnapper’s brother? To my surprise, Cole invited me to walk outside with him.
“You’re perfectly safe out here, so long as you’re with me, I promise”.
“What about that big cat of yours, did you put it away?”
Cole smirked at me before answering.
“Yes, Diane, I put the cat away. He won’t make another appearance unless you try to run away again. I guarantee it”.
“Yeah, well, even so, I don’t have any shoes, and my feet got a bit scratched up when I ran last time, so I don’t think I should”.
“You didn’t tell me you were hurt there too, let me have a look”.
Before I got a chance to protest, Cole had picked me up and carried me to a seat on the porch. He sat me down and knelt at my feet, lifting up one foot and putting it on his knee, before extending the leg to check the sole. He frowned and gently rubbed the foot before repeating the process with the other one.
“They’re not too bad. Clearly my brother is a very inept kidnapper, he should have grabbed some of your shoes and some spare clothes before leaving your house”.
“Why clothes? How long are you going to keep me here?”
Cole looked up at me from where he knelt at my feet.
“If I had my way, Diane, you’d stay forever, but only because you wanted to. As it is, I might be able to take you home before the end of the weekend if I can sort through some issues”.
My hand clapped to my mouth as his words made me remember.
“Oh My God! It’s Friday! I should have been at work today, and I haven’t rung in or anything. I’ll be lucky if I don’t lose my job over this!”
Cole began rubbing my legs gently.
“I’m sorry, Diane, but surely not? They wouldn’t sack you over one missed day would they?”
“They might. Especially after the other day when I was late back to work…”
I blushed as I remembered why I had been late. I had been with Bram, having wild sex in a hotel in the middle of a work day, and here I was, sitting with Cole, and feeling an inexplicable attraction to him. All of a sudden, I wondered if I was as bad as John. Even though Bram and I weren’t in a relationship, he had implied that he wanted to see me again, and I had certainly wanted to. But then I lifted my chin as I remembered that I hadn’t been able to contact him since. He had promised to call me the next day, and not only had he not done that, but he hadn’t returned any of my calls either. It was looking more and more like he had ghosted me, so was I free to do what I wanted, or should I wait? How long should I wait? Confused I stood up.
“What’s wrong, Diane? Have I said something?”
“No, Cole. I’m just confused, and a bit scared. This last week has been a bit unusual, and getting kidnapped didn’t help”.
Cole stood up too, and moved close to me. He towered over me. I kept looking down, at my bare feet, then Cole slowly put a finger under my chin and made me raise my face up to look at him.
“It’s ok to be confused, and scared. I’m confused, and I haven’t been snatched from my home in the middle of the night, so I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now”.
“What are you confused about?”
“You, Diane. I’m confused about how you can matter to me so much already. There’s just something I have to know. Is there anyone else in your life? Are you committed elsewhere?”
“It’s complicated, Cole”.
“It’s not complicated at all. You’re either committed to someone else, or you’re not. Are you married? Engaged? Seeing someone?”
I sighed as I thought about my answer. Then frowned as I remembered who I was talking to.
“Well, not that it’s any business of yours, but no. I am technically married, but I’m separated, waiting for the divorce to go through”.
“No-one else?”
“No, I suppose not. Nothing serious anyway. Now, have I answered enough questions?”
Cole laughed again. He then stooped and picked me up, ignoring my protests, and carried me to a shady spot under a tree where he sat me down.
“Maybe. For now. But is there anything you want to ask me?”
He looked at me innocently, and I frowned.
“Well, you won’t tell me why your brother kidnapped me, so that’s not it. What do you think I might want to ask you?”
He ran the backs of his fingers down my cheek before answering.
“Well, you want to know if I’m unattached, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t”, I said loudly, swatting his hand away, “It doesn’t matter to me if you’re married, single, or whatever”.
“I don’t believe you”, Cole said softly, inching closer to me, “Do you know why?”
I shook my head, although I was curious. Cole continued anyway.
“You want to know if I’m available because you’re attracted to me. Don’t deny it, because I know. You just don’t know what to do about it. If I’m guessing correctly, whatever thoughts are going through your head about me, you’re fighting them because you think they’re wrong. But you’re wrong. You shouldn’t deny what you feel for me, I’m sure as hell not going to deny what I feel for you”.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the confused feelings that Cole was bringing out in me. He was right that I was responding to him, and also right that I thought my feelings were wrong, both because of who he was, and because of the disappointments I had felt from my marriage to John, and my day with Bram. It appeared that I was a poor judge of men, and did I really want to let down my guard with Cole too?
I stared into Cole’s eyes, those beautiful emerald eyes, and felt myself moving towards him. I shut down the part of my brain that was telling me that this was too soon, that I knew nothing about this man. Cole was right. There were lots of reasons why I shouldn’t be attracted to him, but I was. Despite the circumstances of my being here, I knew that Cole meant me no harm, and that it had not been his decision, and that one day I would find out why I had been brought here, even if I couldn’t forgive Blair and his friend, it was not Cole’s fault. The only other reason for reluctance, was Bram. Even though what had happened since that day seemed to indicate that he had only been interested in a tryst in a hotel room, and he was avoiding me since then, I didn’t really believe that. I thought that one day I would find out what happened, but even so, we hadn’t made any promises to each other. Bram had given me a precious gift however, he had let me know that whatever the reason I hadn’t enjoyed intimacy before, it wasn’t anything to do with me. Maybe John and I had never been suited, but Bram had shown me that I was capable of great pleasure. As I was still free to choose who I wanted to be with, I decided that there was no earthly reason why that couldn’t be the man who was in front of me right now, the man who I felt an incredible attraction to. My eyes started to flutter closed, and my lips started to open gently as I leaned in to Cole. Whatever would have happened next I would never know, as the peace of our surroundings was shattered by a shout.
“Cole, he’s loose, I don’t how, or where he’s gone!”
Cole tore his mouth from mine with a growl, facing the intruder. My eyes snapped open, it took me a moment to focus, then I realised that Blair was striding towards us. I gasped as I realised what Blair must mean. I scrambled to my feet as I realised that the big cat must be loose, fear making my heart beat faster, and my breath come in gasps. Cole’s head flicked from side to side as he tried to pay attention to Blair, but watch me at the same time. I looked around, and remembering what had drawn the cat to me the first time, instead of running, I started power walking towards the house.
“Wait, Diane, where are you going?” Cole tried to hold on to my arm, but I shrugged him off as I started moving towards the house.
“Can’t stay. If he’s loose, you can deal with him, I don’t know why you aren’t scared of him, but I am”.
I made it to the house and slammed the door behind me, peering out the sidelight to see Cole and Blair engaged in what appeared to be an animated debate. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, chewing on it as I swayed from side to side in agitation. What were they doing out there? How could they be so unconcerned? Neither of them looked like they had a tranquiliser gun or anything like that on them, so what would they do if the cat appeared? Cole looked angry, and looked as if he was berating Blair, who was trying to interrupt, but Cole just kept talking. Finally he spun on his heel, holding up a hand to halt Blair who made to follow him, and saying something over his shoulder to Blair as he walked towards the house. Blair looked at the house for a moment, then started walking away. I watched Cole walk towards where I was watching through the glass, he was walking with a determined air, but he didn’t appear afraid, he was just walking towards the house, scowling. He looked up and saw me, and I saw his whole face change. His scowl was replaced by something else, he still looked angry, but somehow he managed to look concerned too. As he neared the steps, I opened the door a crack.
“Hurry up and get inside. Aren’t you afraid? Where’s Blair going?”
I stood aside as Cole opened the door and stepped inside, pressing his back against the door, with his hands behind him and I heard the lock snick shut. Cole moved towards me, gently taking my face in both hands and raising it up to look into my eyes.
“I’m not afraid of him, and I won’t let him hurt you ever again. Blair will be fine, he just needs to clean up the mess he’s made. But don’t worry about Blair, I need to know where you’re hurt, and whether there’s anything I can do for you”.
I swallowed as I looked into Cole’s eyes. I couldn’t understand why he needed me to tell him how I got hurt, he must have seen that cat bring me down, but it didn’t matter. As I stared into those emerald pools, I was lost. Whatever happened tomorrow, whatever I chose to do about the means of my arrival here, I wasn’t going to waste any more time. I moved towards Cole, bringing my hands up to his face in a mirror of the way he was holding me, and gently pulled him down towards me. Just before our lips met, I murmured.
“I’m really not hurt, but there is something you can do for me, and I’m pretty sure you know what it is”.
Our kiss was gentle at first, our lips massaging each other’s, kissing gently along each other’s mouths, cheeks, necks. Cole had to bend down to kiss along my collarbone, the differences in our heights making it difficult, even when I bent my head back to give him access. With a growl of frustration, his hands slid down my back to my backside, and he lifted me, gently pressing me up against the wall, and holding me in place with his body. Sighing in satisfaction as our faces were now level, he proceeded to ravish my mouth, at the same time, pressing his lower body against mine to stop me from sliding down the wall.
I raised my legs and wrapped them around him so that I wouldn’t be a dead weight, and then shivered as this brought my sex into contact with his rock hard body. I was resting just under his abs, and I could feel his erection underneath me, pressing into me. I felt the moisture pool between my legs, knowing that Cole must be able to feel the heat as well, as the only barrier between my needy body and his was the cotton shorts I was wearing, and the t-shirt he was wearing. Deciding this was too much clothing, I worked my hands in between us, tugging at his shirt until I got it worked up his torso, then he tore his mouth from mine to help me pull it up over his arms and head and drop it on the floor. Before he reclaimed my mouth, I looked down at his chest, salivating at the sight before me. He was perfect. His olive skin was beginning to glisten with a slight sheen of moisture as his body heated in response to what we were doing, and I ran my hands over his chest and abs, before clutching his shoulders and grinding myself down on him. Cole’s hands started tugging at my shirt, but as I was leaning against the wall, it wasn’t coming off as easily as his was, but finally between the two of us we got it up and off my body. I saw Cole’s eyes flicker downwards, taking in the sight of my naked breasts as one hand moved over them, while the other moved to my buttocks, squeezing them, and then his splayed fingers started inching up the inside of the shorts, butterflying along my inner thighs. I shuddered and tried to reposition my legs, to give him better access, but almost slipped.
Cole caught me again, then turned and walked towards the stairs. Again, I marvelled at how weightless I seemed to be, no-one seemed to have any trouble carrying me around, which at first had been annoying, but in Cole’s arms, it felt good. As he climbed the stairs, Cole was raining kisses down along my face as he walked us towards his bedroom. I stopped grinding myself on him as I was worried about him losing his balance as he walked us up the stairs, instead I held him tight, pressing my breasts against his chest, smiling to myself as I heard his breath hitch. When we got to the bedroom, Cole set me on my feet next to the bed, then his hands moved to the front of my shorts, trying to work the knot loose with fumbling fingers. I moved my hands to the snap of his jeans, then looked up at him as a thought occurred to me.
“I saw condoms in your bathroom, do you have any here?”
Cole scowled at me a second, then grabbed my hand, dragging me into the bathroom with him.
“Where? I don’t remember putting any in here”.
Confused, I looked around and then realised that Cole’s bedroom was different to the one I had been left in at first.
“This isn’t the room I was in when I first arrived, whose room was that?
