Dirty Little Secret Fantasies

Alessandro's POV

The light hitting my face felt like a personal attack.

I woke up with a headache that made me regret every single drink from last night, and my mouth tasted like something had crawled inside it and died. The pack celebration for Armani's mating announcement had gotten way out of hand, and now I was paying for it.

But then I thought about her, and suddenly the hangover didn't matter so much.

Alessia.

She'd been wearing this white top that fit her like it was painted on, and I'd spent basically the whole night pretending to talk to Marcus while actually watching her from across the room like some kind of creep. The way her jeans hugged her hips. The way she'd laughed at something Armani said and thrown her head back, her blonde hair catching the light. The way her tits moved when she walked—not trying to be sexy, just being her, and fuck me if that wasn't even hotter.

I sat up slow, ran my hand through my hair, and tried to figure out what the hell she saw in Armani.

Not that Armani was a bad guy. He was loyal, hardworking, all that good Beta stuff. But socially? The guy could barely order coffee without looking like he was asking for a kidney donation. I'd watched him at the bar last night, standing there for five minutes opening and closing his mouth while Alessia stood right next to him looking patient and kind and way too good for this whole situation.

And now she was engaged to him. Mated and off the market.

My wolf didn't seem to care about that part.

I got in the shower and let the hot water pound on my shoulders, and I couldn't stop thinking about her face. Those blue eyes that had looked straight through me every time I tried to get her attention, like I was invisible. Like I was nothing. That part drove me crazy more than anything else.

I braced my hand against the tile and let myself imagine what it would be like to have her under me.

What her tits would look like when I pulled her top down. What they'd feel like in my hands—warm and heavy and perfect. Were her nipples pink or light brown? I couldn't tell from across the room, and not knowing made it worse. I wanted to put my mouth on them and find out.

I thought about spreading her legs, pushing her thighs apart and looking at what was between them. Was she bare or trimmed or natural? I pictured her cunt—pink and wet and already glistening for me. Pictured running my fingers through her folds and feeling how hot she was, how ready.

My cock was already hard, thick and heavy, the veins standing out along the shaft. The knot at the base had already started to swell just from thinking about her, and I wrapped my hand around myself and started stroking.

I started slowly at first, just feeling my own weight in my palm. I pictured Alessia on her knees in front of me, her blonde hair falling forward as she looked up with those blue eyes all hazy and needy.

"Like this?" she'd ask, her voice soft and breathy.

Just like that, I'd tell her. Open your mouth.

I pictured her lips parting, pink and slightly wet. Pictured her tongue coming out to lick the head of my cock like she was tasting something sweet.

My hand moved faster. Water sluiced down my chest and stomach and thighs, and I imagined grabbing her hair and guiding her head. Not forcing her, just showing her what I liked. Showing her how to take me deeper. Her eyes would water and she'd gag a little, but she wouldn't pull away because she'd want to please me. Want to make me feel good.

I was close. So fucking close. I could feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine, my cock throbbing in my hand. All I had to do was keep going, let myself fall over that edge and shoot my cum all over the shower wall while I groaned like an animal.

And then I stopped.

My hand fell away, and I just stood there with my chest heaving and my cock twitching, pre-cum beading at the tip and mixing with the water running down my shaft. My whole body was screaming at me to finish, and my wolf was whining inside my chest, confused and frustrated.

No. Not like this.

I wasn't going to waste my knot on my own hand in the shower. That was for her. For her cunt. For her tight, wet heat that I was going to bury myself in until she couldn't remember Armani's name. Until she couldn't remember her own name.

I turned off the water and stepped out, still hard, still aching. The cool air hit my wet skin and made me shiver, but that was fine. I could wait. Good things came to Alphas who waited.

♡♡♡

Armani's POV

I woke up with Alessia curled against my chest, and nothing else in the world mattered.

My head hurt and my mouth was dry and my stomach was doing something unpleasant that suggested I'd drunk way more than I should have, but none of that mattered because she was right there. Her blonde hair was spread across my pillow like sunshine, and her breathing was soft and even, and she was beautiful when she slept.

All that fire and energy she carried during the day—the quick laugh, the sharp comments, the way she could argue with anyone and win—it was just peaceful now and quiet.

She was all mine now.

Last night came back to me in pieces. Leaving the pub together, her hand in mine. The way her fingers fit perfectly between my fingers. Walking through the cool night air to my studio apartment. The way she looked at me when I locked the door behind us, like I was someone important. Like I was enough for her.

We hadn't shifted. Some wolves preferred the animal form for mating, but not me. I wanted to see her face. Wanted to feel her skin against mine. Wanted to hear the little sounds she made when I was inside her.

I knew I was average. My cock wasn't going to win any awards. It was smaller than most Alphas, smaller than some Betas even. Just regular. Nothing special. I'd measured it once when I was seventeen, hoping I'd misjudged. I hadn't.

But Alessia had never complained.

When I pushed inside her last night, she sighed and wrapped her legs around my waist and held me close. She whispered my name against my neck, Armani, like it meant something.

Had she come? No. She never did.

She'd told me once, early on, when we were lying in my bed and I asked if she wanted me to try something different. She got quiet for a minute, and then she said it. "I've never had an orgasm with anyone." I asked if she meant with me specifically, or—"Anyone. Wolves. Humans. Doesn't matter. I just... don't."

She shrugged like it was normal, like it was fine, like she'd just accepted that her body didn't work that way and moved on with her life.

I wished it bothered me more than it did.

I pulled out before I came last night because she wasn't on birth control and neither of us wanted pups yet. My cum landed on her stomach in warm streaks, and she smiled at me and wiped it off with a towel and kissed my cheek. "Good boy," she said, and she meant it as a compliment.

My wolf had whimpered with contentment. Not from the sex—the sex had been fine, nice even—but from the closeness. The intimacy. The fact that this amazing woman had chosen me.

I rolled over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She stirred and murmured something I couldn't understand and snuggled closer, her nose pressing into my chest.

I closed my eyes and let myself be happy.

♡♡♡

Later that day, after lectures, I found Alessia at the student cafe. She sat at our usual table in the corner by the window, nursing a cup of tea and looking tired but happy. There was a softness to her face that hadn't been there before the mating, like she was finally letting herself relax.

I kissed her cheek and slid into the seat across from her. "Hey, you."

"Hey yourself." Her smile made my whole chest feel warm.

Then Alessandro showed up.

He dropped into the chair next to me like he owned the place—which honestly he kind of did—and stretched his legs out under the table. "Good night last night?"

He dropped into the chair next to me like he owned the place—which honestly he kind of did—and stretched his legs out under the table. "Good night last night?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Great."

Alessandro's green eyes flicked to Alessia. Just for a second, a quick glance, nothing more. But I saw it. And from the way her shoulders tightened, she saw it too.

"We should celebrate properly," Alessandro said, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms above his head. The movement made his shirt ride up, showing a strip of his stomach—tanned and muscled and covered in dark hair. "Pub. Tonight. My shout."

I opened my mouth to say no. I was still hungover, Alessia looked exhausted, and we had studying to do—midterms next week, and she'd been stressed about her history paper for days.

But then Alessandro's Alpha pressure hit me. Not overt, nothing anyone else at the cafe would notice. Just a subtle push, a reminder of who was in charge, a little weight on my chest that said you will do what I say.

"Sure," I heard myself say. "Sounds good."

Alessia's jaw tightened. "I don't know if I'm up for it."

"Come on." Alessandro smiled at her, all charm and teeth. That smile had probably gotten him into more panties than I wanted to think about. "One drink. Celebrate your mating. You only get one of those."

"It'll be fine," I said, reaching for her hand across the table. "Just one drink."

She looked at me. Her blue eyes were worried. Scared, even. But she squeezed my fingers and nodded.

"Fine. One drink."