Reunion with Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (2 page)

“So you were confident I would say yes huh?” She punched him playfully in the side.

“Of course. Who wouldn’t want to spend their life with this?” A grin hung on the corner of his mouth.

Mila tried to punch him again but he evaded her easily and grabbed her by the waist. Pulling her in, he kissed her--a deep searing kiss that sent her heart racing and ignited a fire deep within her..

When they got into the room, the sight took Mila's breath away. There were candles set at intervals along the floor leading to the bed. Red and white rose petals were strewn everywhere. A heart of petals was splayed across the bed.

Charles came up behind Mila and kissed her neck, his hot lips tracing a line down to the base of her throat. Bringing his hands up, he cupped the underside of her breasts and squeezed them gently.

A moan escaped Mila’s mouth and her head fell back against Charles shoulder. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to the pleasure Charles was giving her.

He led her over to the bed and bent her over. His fingers were entwined in her hair, pulling and tugging to expose her smooth neck. Then his lips swooped in, sucking on her neck leaving marks of his love behind.

“Oh Charles...” Mila gasped when she felt his roaming hand move down her body, caressing her curves. “Please...”

Charles loved it when she begged for him. It set him on fire. Yanking her tight black shirt around her hips, he undid the front of his pants and slid into her already dripping pussy. The pace he set was fast and hard and had her moaning loudly before too long.

“Yes.” Mila gasped again. “Oh yes! Just like that, baby, don’t stop. Don't stop!”

Charles gripped Mila’s hips harder and increased his pace. Sweat glistened on his chest. Reaching around, Charles took a breast in his fingers and tweaked the nipple. Mila moaned and felt his cock hardening against her slick walls, pulsing with every thrust.

He continued to pound behind her, feeling his own release begin to close. Putting his leg up on the bed, he willed himself deeper.

Mila bit her lip, feeling the full length of Charles' manhood sliding within her. She wanted to cum but wanted to wait for Charles. Pressing her face flat on the bed, she moaned lustily and clenched again.

Charles pulled Mila closer. She felt the familiar tremor in his burning rod. “Oh, fuck baby, I’m cummi-”

He didn’t finish as waves of orgasm washed over him. But he didn't stop. Again and again he pumped, each stroke setting Mila's nerve endings on fire until they finally collapsed on the bed.

He pulled her into him. Kissing her temple, he chuckled to himself as he heard her yawn.

“What’s so funny?” She breathed.

“Oh, nothing. I just hope you're not thinking that was it. This room is paid for until tomorrow, and I plan to use every minute of it.”

They rolled over the bed of petals and locked lips. Charles was hardening against Mila's thighs again. Every minute, huh? She thought coyly as her fingers dug into his back. Better make them count.

***

Marty grabbed his keys off the small table by the front door of his small rented apartment. It wasn’t what she was used to, but it would do for now. Once he took care of the business he had here, it would be back home for him.

He hopped behind the wheel of his rental car. He had an hour before Mila’s birthday party started and he wanted to make sure he had everything he needed. He had already purchased the shadow box and was on his way to get the roses he had ordered yesterday. He had also stopped by a jeweler and bought a beautiful gold charm bracelet. He had the jeweler place charms down its length that would remind her of their childhood.

He had missed Mila so much over the last couple of years and now he needed her to forgive him for hurting her. He had spent hours going over in his head what he would say to her when he finally saw her. What would he do if she turned him away? How would he get through to her? He was still at a loss, but he figured he would cross that bridge when he got to it.

Picking up the roses the florist had set to the side, he walked over to a table and finished wrapping his gift and put it inside a gift bag. Signing the card, he sealed the envelope and went back to his car. He was already dressed and it was a thirty minute drive to Mila’s mother’s house.

He’d called Mrs. Santinni a few days ago and told her he was back into town and wanted to see Mila for her birthday. She was apprehensive at first, but after spending twenty minutes explaining to her that he wanted to make things right between Mila and himself, that he wanted to explain to her what happened, she had agreed to let him come to the party. She also told him, albeit not too nicely, that if he hurt her daughter again she would skin him alive.

Marty’s nerves started to get the best of him as he neared the Santinni family home, but he knew this was something he had to do. He couldn’t put it off anymore. Mila deserved answers and he intended to give them to her.

As he parked his car, he noticed that he wasn’t that early. There were a good number of cars parked up and the street. Music drifted from the backyard, and he could hear the soft rumble of voices coming from the house. He could see Mila was still well loved as she had always been.

Coming up to the front door he rang the bell and waited. A young attractive woman answered the door and looked at him as if he was lost.

“May I help you?”

“Yes, is Ms. Santinni here?”

“Mila?”

“Um...well yes, her too, I guess. But I’m looking for her mother.”

***

Carly looked at the gorgeous man at the door, something nagging at the back of her consciousness. She thought she had seen him before but couldn’t place him.

“ Um, one second. Come on in. I’ll get her for you right now. Can I ask your name?”

“Sure. My name is Marty.” He said reaching his hand out to shake hers.

Carly’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Marty,
she thought.
What the hell is he doing here? Mila’s gonna flip!

But she managed a fake smile and shook his hand even though every fiber of her being wanted nothing better than to hit him. “I'm Carly. Nice to meet you.” This was the man that had hurt her friend. The one she knew Mila still couldn’t get out of her mind. How dare he come back, now of all times!

“I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.”

***

Marty looked around him and memories came flooding back. The cream carpet, the chocolate brown couches, the artwork all over the walls. It was all the same. Nothing had changed. Well, some things have changed. Him. But that couldn't be helped.

Mrs. Santinni came into the living room. “Marty, it's nice to see you again. I hope you're well.”

“I am, Mrs. Santinni. Thank you for letting me come by today.”

“Of course, Marty, of course. I'm sure you and Mila have many things to talk about.” Her eyes hardened. She still hadn't forgiven Marty, no matter what she said on the phone.

“Thank you. Is she here?”

“Not yet, but she’ll be here shortly.”

“Is there somewhere I can put this?” He held up the gift bag.

“Here.” She grabbed it from his hand. “I’ll put it on her bed.”

Walking off in the direction of Mila’s room, Mrs. Santinni disappeared down the hall, leaving Marty to his thoughts. He watched the comings and goings of everyone that was there. The house was decorated to the tee with beautiful flower arrangements and candles everywhere. Pink and silver balloons floated all along the hallway. Mila's favorite colors.

He still remembered the last time he saw he. She was sitting on his porch swing next door, sipping a soda, looking as beautiful as ever. Her body had started to fill out in all the right places.

He could have kissed her right then but something held him back. What, he didn't know at the time.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there until he noticed a flurry of activity and looked to his right. Carly was bringing in a cake, and a few guys carried cases of beers and ice in behind her.

And then he saw her.

Three years and she still took his breath away. The scent of lavender and honey wafted over, swallowing him in a great wave that let a low moan from his lips, a moan that he covered with a cough.

She was beautiful. Even more so than he remembered. Her hair was a glossy brown cut in layers will red, blond, and black streaks. Her eyes were as green as ever. She had on a pink dress that hugged every generous curve. His mouth watered just thinking of what she looked like beneath it.

He just wanted her to turn, to turn and see him one more time so he can take her in his arms.
Please, Mila, turn around. Turn around.

She turned and she saw. But when Marty looked into her eyes... he saw that they
loathed
him.

***

Mila was on her way into the kitchen when the strong scent of coffee and sandalwood, tinged with a familiar yet strange scent hit her nose. Turning her head she followed the direction the trace scent had come from. The sight that greeted her eyes stopped her heart for five seconds. Then the anger came.

“What the hell.”

“What’s wrong baby? Are you ok?” Charles caressed her shoulder and asked.

***

“What are you doing here?” Mila hissed a whisper low enough that she knew only Marty could hear her.

“Mila...” He tried to stand but she backed away.

“What the hell are you doing here?” This time she made sure everyone else in the room could hear her as well.

Charles walked over to Mila and placed a hand on the small of her back. “Is there a problem Mila?” Even though the words were spoken to her, Charles' eyes were on Marty.

She wrenched free from Charles.
No! No! This can't be happening! Not now!
Tears welled in her eyes and before she could stop herself, she screamed. “Get the hell out of my house. Now! And don’t you even think about coming back. Do you hear me?” She felt Charles grab her by the shoulders but she still tried to lunge at Marty, tears streaming her face. “Get out!”

Getting up from his place on the couch, Marty walked toward Mila.

“Mila, please. Let me explain.”

“I don’t want to hear a word that comes out of you fucking mouth!” She struggled even as Charles held her still. Her voice stabbed at Marty like icy daggers. “Get out of my fucking house!”

Wrenching free at last, she turned and walked out of the living room. She didn’t care that people were looking at her like she had just grew another head. She didn’t even acknowledge the look on her mother's face. She knew what it meant.
Give him another chance, Mila
.

No! She wouldn’t hear it. He had left three years ago and didn’t tell her anything then, she wouldn’t listen to his shit now. Not now. Not ever.

Turning down the hall, Mila went straight to her old room. This was just perfect. Old ghost appearing at her birthday party. Just fucking perfect. Shutting the door behind her, she collapsed and sobbed.

***

The man who had held Mila back looked at Marty with a venomous gaze. His voice shook slightly. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I was going to ask you the same question.” Marty had seen the way he touched Mila. Called her baby. A low growl started in his throat before he checked it.