The Alpha's Breeder

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**Thirty Three : Thoroughly Cleaned

It has been almost 30 minutes now that our group arrived at a hotel. Eros said that it was going to be another 5-6 hours before we reach the packhouse, so we decided to call it a night.

“You can take a shower first, Emira,” Eros said the moment we stepped foot into the hotel suite. His arms tightened once around me before he finally set me down onto my feet.

I wasn’t bothered by what he was insinuating because I knew that it bothered him greatly.

Without another glance at his stiff form, I followed the instinct to dive for the bathroom before Eros busted into beast mode and came after me.

After stepping inside, I carefully closed the bathroom door behind me.

Eros has been acting very differently ever since we left my house. There was a stiff expression on his face while his entire body was rigid and tightly wound as if he was going to attack.

I knew that he must be uncomfortable around me because of all the scents on my body. It was probably driving him insane. And I felt bad but there was really nothing that I could do.

Bleach, acetone or other corrosive substances were quickly crossed off of my list due to the fact that I didn’t want to destroy my skin or turn into a walking skeleton.

With a quick turn, I stripped off all the dirty and bloody clothes before cleaning myself in the shower. I made sure to be as thorough as possible to eradicate all the foreign scents on my body in order to ease Eros’ irritation.

By the time I was done, the entire bathroom was rather warm and heated.

I wiped the fog off of the mirror to look at my reflection and noted the slight bags underneath my eyes from lack of sleep.

Before Eros came for me, I have been quite paranoid and scared during the last couple of days.

Sleep was hard to come by because I was always on the lookout for intruders.

I sighed.

At least I didn’t look as crazy as I had thought.

No cuts.

No blood.

Just a little bruising could be seen under my chin.

With that, I towel dried my hair a bit and dug through the stacks of towels to find a white fluffy bathrobe that was almost 2 sizes too big. At the initial try on, the robe hung loosely around my body, sliding down my shoulders at every opportunity while the length was a tad too long, hanging down to my ankles.

I combed through my damp hair before patting my chest in an attempt to calm myself down.

Why was I so worked up for?

It’s not like Eros is going to do anything to me.

I breathed out deeply and nervously brushed my long locks of hair back.

I noted that there were some sections shorter than others, probably because of all those previous times it was manhandled by those jerks.

Just the thought of giving them another punch in the face made the nervousness settle somewhat.

After a moment, I finally gather enough courage to open the door and peer out.

“Eros?” I called. I was slightly hesitant to approach because the lights in the room had been dimmed, and he was sitting with his back to me.

Eros’ hands were clenched tight. His body was tensed like a wounded spring, and his muscles were tightly corded in tell-tale signs of his anger.

He looked furious, possibly livid with rage and past the point of being consoled.

It gave me the feeling of being in the same vicinity as a ticking time bomb that could explode in my face at any minute or like walking on a floor made of eggshells that would shatter with just one step.

My lips thinned into a line.

Usually, Eros is the one consoling me, not the other way around. I wasn’t very experienced with how to comfort an Alpha male who’s close to beast mode, but I couldn’t leave him like that.

What kind of soulmate would I be if I left him to suffer?

"Eros," I called as softly as I could while taking tentative and prolonged steps over to him.

My palms were sweaty. I could hear my own blood rushing through my ears and it made my breathing come out a little harsher.

Eros slowly lifted his head. He turned to look at me with a tight smile on his lips and I could see how straining it was for him to remain seated.

He was trying to appease me, despite the fact that he’s in such turmoil with his inner beast.

My heart seemed to soften at the dawning realization and my chest warmed at how he was going out of his way to reassure me.

I’m a big idiot.

“I won’t hurt you, Emira,” he murmured.

My cheeks burned. I felt quite ashamed of my initial fearful reaction. It was unnecessary.

“I’m just upset with myself.” Eros’ voice was raspy and laced with self-hatred that I had never seen in him before.

“I failed to protect you,” he breathed out grimly. Red slowly bled across his mesmerizing eyes to change the beautiful blue a deeper and darker shade. It made him look strangely more feral and masculine in my eyes. More beast than man.

I didn’t know what to say, choosing to lower myself onto the bed next to him. Tentatively, I tangled my fingers with his until my skin hummed at the pleasurable contact.

“I know that you won’t hurt me, Eros. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I admitted, lowering my gaze away from his slightly reddening eyes. I tightened my grip on his hands.

“I’m safe now. That’s all that matters,” I said as calmly as I could, stroking my thumb over the palm of his hand. Bravely, I brought my gaze to his changing features and took in the true him with acceptance and care.

Eros would always be Eros.

No matter what shape or form he took, I was willing to accept him in all ways.

Eros shifted slightly and turned towards me. His strong arms circled around my waist, lifted me up and hoisted my tangible body onto his lap until I was comfortably seated against him. Eros’ handsome face buried itself into my neck.

I could feel his intake of air when he kissed my jaw longingly, and the soft sigh that purged itself from my lips was involuntary and uncontrollable. He nudged my blushed cheeks with his nose, and the sparks continued to assault my face with blinding force.

“I missed you,” he murmured against my ear. His warm mouth grazed the sensitive shell before I felt him kiss against it.

The shiver that wracked my frame was unbidden. I found myself willingly tipping my face to the side to give him access to my neck and ear.

“I...missed you too,” I replied with a slightly hoarse and raspy tone of voice that had surprised me the moment it left my lips.

Eros seemed more relaxed now, but I could tell that he was still bothered because the red remained in his eyes the entire time.

As if noting my inquisitive and nervous glance, he said, “My beast is livid. The scent of them on your skin is making me extremely irritated.”

His long lithe fingers trailed across the corner of my lips while this pained expression made way across his regal face. Eros kissed my hot cheeks endearingly.

His features seemed more animalistic now, more inhuman as he fought to keep his humanoid form in place.

I feared that he would lose control of himself to his beast.

Who knows what kind of havoc would occur once it was unleashed?

I was scared at the thought, and my chest felt tight with unease.

I curled my fingers into the sleeve of his shirt as if to hold him anchored to me in fear of what could happen. Worry became evident on my face.

“Can’t you get rid of it?” I asked and then feared the answer.

Because I know that there were three things that can mar or change a person’s scent.



And semen.

I’m actually scared that Eros is going to have to pee on me to get rid of their scent. I don’t think I can stand being pissed on again, regardless of who it is. The thought of it is making me sick to my stomach.


“You’re not going to pee or spit on me are you?” I anxiously asked, mouth slightly agape in horror of the mental image that my twisted mind managed to procure.

I shivered apprehensively.

“No. I could never do that to you,” he reassured with a light kiss on my brow.

I released a deep breath I didn’t know that I was holding. I was rather relieved because I wasn’t too sure there for a millisecond or so.

If Eros was going to pee on me, he would probably have to knock me unconscious first or else I would scream bloody murder.

“I’m sorry, Emira,” he whispers against my temple after noting my uncomfortable expression at that rather gross memory that was somehow engraved onto my mind.

I gave him a shaky smile, looped my arms around his neck and rested my weight against his chest.

“I can remove their scent with my saliva,” he informed.

Eros lathered my face with his heated kisses.

Then, his lips softly pressed against the bump on my forehead, that hadn’t quite healed, with such care and delicacy that I barely felt his warmth against it.

My lashes lowered. My head tipped back slightly to give him better access to my face as the comforting sparks quickly to littered my skin in vast amounts.

“Even my hair?” I don’t know why that thought came to mind, but can you imagine how much spittle would be needed to wet all of this?


“I don’t know how I feel about this.” My nose wrinkles once again at the unnecessary mental image my mind keeps supplying me with.

“It’s either you let me lick you or ejaculate all over you. I don’t mind either one,” he said against my temple. His lips brushed lightly against my skin at every word.

I shivered again at that low intonation of his voice, and the hairs at the back of my neck quickly stood on end.

I don’t know why, but I kept imagining myself as a baby pup getting cleaned and licked by an adult wolf.

How weird is that?

“I doubt you have that much, Eros.” I snort in a rather unladylike fashion.

Eros smirks rather slyly at me, and his eyes narrowed devilishly as if I had just declared some sort of challenge that he wanted to take up.

I mean it took almost 4 or 5 men to do all that on me. I really doubt that he would be able to do all that by himself.

But, all jokes aside, I don’t want to be proven wrong.

Can you imagine?

“You’d be surprised, Emira,” Eros said mysteriously with this mischievous look on his face that makes me decide not to question him in case I regret it in the future.

“You know what, I’ll just take the licking,” I hurriedly replied in case things take a detour in the wrong direction, but I’m sure that it’s already heading south the moment I agreed to let him lick me.

“Good choice,” he complimented. From the edge of my vision, I noticed his eyes turn one shade darker.

Nothing’s going to happen. Eros is just going to help me get rid of the residual scents still on my body.

How bad could it be?

The more I thought about it, the faster my heart palpitated. I was assured Eros could hear the sound because the corner of his mouth quirked in response, and he gave me this slightly hooded yet sexy knowing look.

Is it weird to anticipate being licked?

Because I can’t help the odd feeling of anticipation that built in my belly as he kissed along my temple and cheeks with such burning slowness. It made me excited.

Does that make me sick?

Before long, Eros manages to pull me from my elusive thoughts and back to reality again.

His face is enlarged in my vision and his hot mouth closes over mine.

Eros kisses me with such consuming heat that it purges a strangled moan from my throat. Our tongues slid across one another, playfully tangling together in the beginnings of a french kiss.

Then, his tongue thoroughly perused my mouth. It slid pleasurably against the roof of my mouth and then to the side of my cheek. I arched myself further into his kiss, unable to control the need for his touch.

The wet and moist heat of his kiss left my lips tingling in a mind-blowing way.

How is he able to do that?

How is he able to make me become so muddle-headed with just one kiss?

Eros’ mouth kissed a way down my neck, nipping and sucking against it until I was sure that hickies would form.

His sharp teeth grazed the delicate skin of my neck before I felt his palms slowly slide up my sides. A trail of sparks and tingles littered my sensitive flesh at every touch.

I vaguely realized that the robe had slipped down my shoulders and laid settled around my waist. The top half of me was completely naked to his heated and penetrating gaze.

I was still slightly embarrassed at being so exposed but couldn’t get myself to care enough to cover up.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen any of it before.

His hot palm cups my suddenly heavy breasts, feeling the weight before curling long fingers and squeezing with moderate strength. He molded and kneaded my breasts in the palm of his hands with agonizing slowness that left me gasping for breath.

Eros kissed along my collarbone and down my shoulders before licking across the expanse of my arm.

Goosebumps were quick to scatter across my flesh at every heated kiss. I never realized how the skin of my arms could be so sensitive like this.

Eros’ sharp canines teasingly scraped across my wrist with light pressure. Afterward, he sucked my index finger languidly and lightly nipped with his teeth causing an encompassing warmth to radiate from my lower abdomen.

My core clenched tightly and repeatedly. I could feel wetness gradually slip through my lower lips to dampen the bathrobe underneath my butt.

Eros licked all of my fingers on both hands and kissed across my palms and wrists with extreme thoroughness.

At his actions, I couldn’t control the shivers that wracked my form.

Eros braces my body with a strong hand behind my back as if the bed would hurt me if I fell back.

And I soon found myself on my back with him caging me down.

His body casts a shadow on my face, leaving me an image of his glowing eyes and aroused face.

I slowly swallowed the sudden lump that formed in my throat.

“I want to mark you, Emira. So badly,” he murmurs against my lips, kissing it slowly as if to savor every single moment.

My mind slowly cleared in response to his words.

I knew that Eros wasn’t going to cross the barrier I set without my approval. He was too much of a gentleman to force me into doing anything that I didn’t want to. But, his seductive coaxing was almost too hard to refuse.

Perhaps, in my gut, I had already admitted to wanting Eros, admitted to being his mate and wanting to stay with him.

He had managed to worm his way into my life and my heart with claws sunken so deep into my soul that I didn’t want them removed. I couldn’t see myself with anyone other than him.

The bigger portion of me really wanted him, probably as much as he wanted me, but I was afraid to admit it. I fought this attraction because I didn’t want to be like everyone else. I didn’t want to willingly accept what was thrown at me without a thought.

But, Eros made me feel things that I had never felt before.

He was worth overcoming my pride and hesitations to be with and I was willing to give this relationship a chance, give myself a chance at happiness.

If Eros was temptation then I wanted to sin.

Finally, after a long and thoughtful pause, I breathed a reply against his lips.

And, at my throaty answer, he pulled back, leaving me slightly breathy underneath him.

His entire body had tensed almost in disbelief at my words and I had to wonder if I had imagined myself saying it.

I didn’t. Right?

There was a long pause. I pulled myself up to look at him. The lust filled haze cleared so that I can answer him as clearly as I could.

“Say it again,” he said huskily. His wet tongue sweeping across his lips as he stares down at me with dark and heated eyes.

I groaned out in frustration, tempted to cover my face in embarrassment before circling my arms around his neck. It took me a lot of courage to say it the first time. And I bet that with his enhanced hearing, he probably heard it and wanted me to confirm.

“I submit.”

With my words, I turned my head to the side completely, leaving him a clear view of the expanse of my neck, the area he had been obsessively kissing at every chance that he could.

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