The Alpha Meets The Rogue- Restricted Chapter

(It's the full chapter- just with the scene where they mated that I added.)

Picture of the Dylan that I imagine, on the side:) 

Chapter 19

“Are you okay?” Dylan asked after entering our room. Ever since I received the call from Alpha Nicolas, I had gone upstairs and locked myself in the room.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. I didn’t want to worry Dylan about the call. He already knew that they were going to try and attack us, and he was getting ready. Telling him about the call would be an extra burden that he didn’t need at the moment.

“What have you been up to all day?” Dylan asked, walking up to the bed and sitting down with me- wrapping his arm around my waist. He was hovering over me, his much larger frame easily covering mine. I loved the sense of protection I felt from having him so close to me.

“I missed you,” I said, wanting him to know how hard the day had been without him.

Dylan smiled at me genuinely, looking as happy as I felt by having us together.

“I missed you too. Every moment I was out doing rounds, I only thought of you” he said, running his hand over the side of my face.

“Can we go for a run?” I asked, sitting up a little, my face coming closer to Dylan’s. It was tempting to bring his lips down on mine, but I restrained myself.

The pressure of hiding Alpha Nicolas’ call from Dylan was eating at me.

“Sure, it’d be a better way to show you around the area. That is, if you want to run on our land,” Dylan said, with a questioning tone.

“I don’t mind,” I replied, offering a smile in return.

As soon as I’d changed into more comfortable clothes, we were off into the woods. I shifted in Dylan’s backyard, but decided to carry my clothes with me. I didn’t know if later on I’d want to shift back into my human form and I didn’t want to be left completely naked.

We ran for what seemed hours. On the way, we met up with other wolves running as well, or people from the pack simply passing by.

It was nice to see how everyone treated Dylan. All the respect they showed to him, and the love they held for their Alpha. It almost brought me to tears when they showed the same emotions toward me. It was then, when it finally settled in that I was the new Luna of Midnight Moon.

I had been aware of it before, but now, I felt proud to state my title. I would fight anyone who tried to hurt any member in the pack.

My mind didn’t take long to clear off. The pack and Dylan served as a great distraction. It was already nightfall by the time we made it home. The moon shined brightly outside, it was almost hypnotizing.

I stared at it, feeling the fresh night air touch my skin softly. It was cold out, but I didn’t really mind.

Dylan wrapped his arms around my waist, from behind me. He looked up at the sky as well, and made sure to nestle his head in my neck as he did.

“It’s so beautiful,” I told him, placing my hands over his- as his rested on my stomach.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispered to my neck

His breath tickled my ear, and I let out a chuckle.

“You would think that,” I told him, turning to face him.

His hands remained securely wrapped around me, but this time they rested on my lower back.

“I’m not the only one who thinks that,” Dylan said, looking bothered by his own comment.

I didn’t want to think about anyone else in that moment, but Dylan- so that is what I did.

I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, and softly connected my lips with his. The moment that I did, I felt the sparks fly between us two.

I couldn’t get enough of his taste, as our lips moved in sync. I wasn’t sure if it had been Dylan who carried me, or I had jumped on him- but somehow my legs ended up wrapped around his waist. I didn’t mind, as it allowed us to be closer.

His lips were becoming more demanding, seeming to want more of me with just that small contact.

“I want you,” Dylan whispered huskily, when he pulled away from me. His eyes were glowing an electric blue color, and slowly shifting to be completely black.

He nestled his head in my neck, running his nose across my shoulder blade and over his mark.

“I love you,” I said to him. I nodded my head once, showing him that I was ready. It was all it took for him to run with me inside.

We had barely made it into the room when Dylan placed me softly on the bed, getting himself over me after he did.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said, almost to himself.

I looked at him, as he stared deep into my eyes. He seemed frightened somehow, but I didn’t understand why. He had stopped moving and wasn’t even touching me anymore.

“I know, and it will be amazing,” I told him. I ran the outside of my hand on his clenched jaw and down to his t-shirt.

Slowly, I tugged at it, wanting him to continue what we had been doing. I rose about half his shirt, exposing his sculpted chest to me, when he finally snapped out of his trance.

He took off his shirt the rest of the way, sitting up as he did. Dylan placed himself on the headboard of the bed, sitting down and getting comfortable. I looked at him, wondering why he didn’t lay over me like he’d done before.

Without asking, he swiftly grabbed me and placed me on his lap. I was straddling him, one of my legs on either side of his waist. The position we were in felt so intimate. Especially because I knew what would be happening soon enough.

Dylan kissed me again, catching me by surprise when his lips landed on mine. While he did, he was ripping my shirt from the sides. I wondered why he didn’t just break the kiss apart and let me take it off, but I didn’t question him.

My mind was too busy feeling Dylan’s tongue play with mine.

Just as he’d ripped my shirt apart, I felt him do the same to my shorts. Soon enough, I was only left in my bra and panties. I loved how it felt to have his skin with mine. I could feel the muscles from his chest press against my body.

His strong arms wrapped around my back, and ran the length of it.

When they finally stopped, it was to snap my bra apart, also ripping the fabric to remove it from me.

I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips. Dylan pulled apart to look at me while I laughed.

“You don’t have to destroy all my clothes,” I said to him, a teasing smile sure on my face.

He gave me a sexy grin I had only seen on him once or twice. Seeing the way he was looking at me, with a hunger in his eyes, made me want him that much more.  

I felt extremely happy because I knew that he was mine. My mate.

I didn’t think about that much longer, because Dylan crashing his lips on mine distracted me.

He lips were demanding this time. I felt he was devouring me with just that one kiss. His hands were slowly roaming over my body, teasing my skin, and causing shivers to run through me.

I had to stop kissing him the moment his hands cupped my breasts. I couldn’t contain the moans I felt with having him make soothing motions on my nipples.

I unconsciously started grinding myself on him. I could feel his member pressing between my legs, and it was making me moan more just with that.

I knew he felt it too because he had stopped doing anything else and placed his hands on my waist, helping me grind myself on him.

A strange feeling built up in my lower region and I was crying out to Dylan- moving myself faster against him.

“Don’t stop,” I said, my voice sounding breathless.

He pressed his member against my covered area, and it almost felt like we were already doing it. I had never thought that even with both of us dressed, I could feel anything remotely good as I was in that moment.

Just as I felt my body go on a high, he completely stopped moving and laid me down on the bed. I felt frustrated that he had stopped. My body wanted more. I felt like if there was a huge build up within me, and he didn’t let me complete it.

“I want your first orgasm to be with me inside of you,” Dylan said, not looking worried by what he’d done.

He started kissing me gently, and the moment our lips touched, I forgot that he had interrupted me before. He was still wearing his jeans, so I took those moments to unbuckle his belt.

It was hard to move around with him over me, but once he caught on to what I was trying to do, he got up and did it himself.

He didn’t take off his boxers though, and I felt disappointed. I had already seen him naked, but now we would actually be making love.

Dylan kneeled between my legs, and looked at me hesitantly.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, picking myself up a little, and resting all my weight on my elbows.

He didn’t say anything, only shook his head at me.

When he placed his hands on my hips, right next to my panties, I knew why he had stopped.

As he started pulling them down, his fingers were grazing my skin ever so gently. It also wasn’t the first time he was seeing me fully naked, but I felt the seriousness of the situation. In that moment, there was no turning back.

Once he’d removed them, he lowered himself to be on top of me. He rested his weight on his arms, as he started tracing small kisses on my neck.

For some reason, it was now when my heart was hammering out of control. I knew it was coming, and I wanted it. I wanted to complete the mating process with Dylan. He was mine and I was his. It was all I could ever want.

He moved away from me, just enough to remove his boxers. When he did, his member came into view. It was fully erect and it was huge. I gasped loudly when I saw it, and it caused Dylan to chuckle. When I turned to face him, I couldn’t help the frown that fell over my face.

“It’s not funny,” I told him, not really feeling mad, but embarrassed of how I’d reacted.

“Yes, it is,” he said. I was about to speak up again, but Dylan placed his lips over mine and I couldn’t get a chance to say anything else.

We continued to kiss for a long while after that, but I already wanted him to be inside of me. I felt embarrassed for the thoughts that were running through my mind, but I really wanted Dylan. He was perfect, and his body was so tempting. The way his Wolf called to mine, even though both of us were in human form, was amazing.

“I’m ready,” I told him, hoping that would hurry him up. He had been taking his time, but I already wanted him. It was so tempting to have his dick teasing me every time he moved around. It was causing my lower region to get moist, and I felt the build-up starting again.

“You’re sure about this, right?” Dylan asked- his voice sounding like he wouldn’t exactly like it if I said no.

“I am,” I replied.

At first I laid still, waiting for him to get ready. It wasn’t awkward, but I knew he felt hesitant with me. It made me wonder if maybe he didn’t want this. Then I remembered all the other times when we’d been interrupted and Dylan ended up frustrated that we never fully mated.

Dylan parted my legs, letting his hand linger in my inner thigh. Once he reached between my legs, he started running his hand over my folds, teasing me with his fingers.  He started doing circular motions with his thumb on my clitoris. I had never felt anything like it. The moans that left my mouth while he did that were uncontrollable. I moved under him, wanting him to touch more of me- to make his fingers move faster.

When I turned to look at him, he was staring at me with an intensity I had never seen. He took that moment to move his hand next to my neck, placing himself fully between my legs. Both of his hands were placed on the side of my head as I felt his member right at my entrance.

“I love you,” Dylan told me, just as he moved forward and entered me. He struggled at first, to get inside. When he’d just barely entered me, I didn’t feel anything, but a slight discomfort. It was after he’d entered more of himself that the pain came.

In that moment, Dylan finished entering me by slamming himself inside full force.

I cried out in pain and from the surprise of his sudden movement. He remained still, probably allowing me to get used to how he felt inside of me.

“Shhh…. It’ll pass,” Dylan said, as he ran one of his hands through my hair and down to my neck.

He thrust himself inside and out of me slowly the first few times. It still hurt and the discomfort was there, but the more he did it, the better it started feeling.

I didn’t really notice the moment when my moans of pain, turned into moans of pleasure. He was too big for me, and I felt it. But somehow, the little pain I felt was overshadowed by how good it felt to have him inside me.

“You feel so good,” Dylan whispered, his voice out of breath.

I was lying down, with my legs propped up. The position we were in was comfortable for me, since I wasn’t doing anything but enjoying myself as he pleasured me.

I wanted to have him lie down- have me on top, so he didn’t have to do all the work. When I tried to move us around, he held my hands over my head and shook his head.

“Don’t. I can feel you completely like this,” Dylan said. I didn’t understand his words, but I didn’t question them either.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to enjoy it. It wasn’t long before I felt the pressure build up inside of me again. I didn’t know if Dylan felt it too, but I thought he did because he started thrusting faster inside of me. His thrusts were so fast- I could almost feel the bed move each time.

I wanted to chuckle, but I didn’t have enough strength to do so.

Just then, a feeling took over my lower region, and I felt myself clenching onto Dylan’s member as I started to orgasm. I cried out as the pleasure took over me. My hands went from holding Dylan’s neck, to holding on to the comforter as tightly as I could.

Dylan seemed to have stretched out the orgasm because he thrust even faster. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the feeling was so overwhelming.

When I finally came out of my high, Dylan moved away from me after a few thrusts.

I didn’t understand why he did, until I saw cum squirting from his still erect penis, onto my stomach.

It confused me that he hadn’t just cum inside of me, but I didn’t say anything.

Dylan was running his hand up and down his shaft. Since I had just been lying down, with my legs still apart- I sat up and took over his movements- running my hands on his member. It wasn’t as hard as it was before and I felt as it started going flaccid in my hands.

I let go of him, and simply laid down, feeling exhausted somehow. I knew I hadn’t done much, but the orgasm seemed to have taken a lot out of me.

Dylan lay down next to me after a while. When he did, I moved myself over him, resting my head on his chest.

I could feel our bodies covered in a light coat of sweat. It felt nice though, and I didn’t mind. Somehow it just made the moment nicer, sexier in a way.

“Why didn’t you just cum inside of me?” I asked, since the question was still bothering me. I was scared that it would be something bad, but I felt like I needed to know.

“Because it’s the first time we do it. The chances of you getting pregnant right now are higher than any other time,” Dylan explained, as he ran his hands over my naked back.

I had one of my legs over him, and my hand running circles on his chest.

“Do you mind?” I asked, wondering what would happen if I were to get pregnant.

“I would love nothing more than for you to carry my pups, but I didn’t know if you would want that,” Dylan replied, holding my chin and making me look up at him.

“I love you,” I said to him. My vision got blurry and I started getting emotional.

I remembered the day after Dylan had claimed me. I had been a rollercoaster of emotions- crying for most of the day. It made me chuckle, to think of how hormonal I was sometimes.

“What’s funny?” Dylan asked me. The way his fingers were grazing the skin on my back made my Wolf howl in joy. I tried ignoring her, wanting this moment to be just about Dylan and me.

“I was thinking about something,” I replied.

“Did you want to shift?” His question threw me off guard, finding it weird that he wanted to shift after we’d just mated.

“Right now? Not really,” I replied.

We stayed quiet for a few moments, until I felt the need to know why he’d asked me that question. If he wanted to shift, I didn’t want to keep him from letting out his Wolf.

“Why?”

“Did you feel your Wolf at all while we were mating?” Dylan asked me. I turned up to face him, while I thought about his question.

“Well, I could feel your Wolf. And mine was really happy that we were mating, but that was all,” I replied.

“I can’t count how many times my Wolf fought me to shift because he wanted to be the one mating with you,” Dylan said, not looking affected by his comment.

I felt myself blush, wondering if my Wolf would also want to be with Dylan. Just as that thought entered my mind, my Wolf gave me the answer.

Of course she wanted to mate with him. She had wanted him since the moment we first met. But the idea of her and Dylan together, somehow made me jealous, even though I knew she was a part of me.

“Oh,” I replied to Dylan, after the silence had settled between us.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t mating in Wolf form for the first few times,” Dylan said.

I sat up and pushed myself away from him.

“What do you mean?” I asked, scared of his reply.

“They have to mate too. If we don’t allow our Wolves to mate, my Wolf will try to take over. I won’t be able to control him all the time. If we don’t allow it, my Wolf could shift while I’m inside of you- in your human form,” Dylan said.

His comment scared me. I was in love with Dylan’s Wolf too- it was a part of him. But I didn’t know how I would feel by having us be together in that way.

“Don’t think about that right now. We’ll get to it when the time comes,” Dylan said reassuringly.

I hesitantly moved back to lay down over his chest, but now the thought of his Wolf and mine was running through my mind.

“Wake up,” somebody whispered in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes to find Dylan lying down on his side, looking at me.

I smiled at him- memories of how beautiful last night had been- flooding my mind.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked him, stretching my arms. When I did, the cover over me lowered down and exposed my breasts.

Dylan looked down and growled lowly when my naked chest came into view.

I moved my hands quickly, wanting to cover myself. My face felt warm, as I looked at Dylan whose eyes had darkened in that moment.

It made me happy that it was out of lust and not because he was angry.

“How do you feel?” Dylan asked me, his voice sounding strained as he spoke. I let out a small laugh, finding his behavior adorable.

“A little sore, but I’m okay,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing his lips onto mine.

His kiss was so soft and tender, I barely felt like he was touching me at all. The electricity running through my body from having him so close was amazing.

I felt like Dylan and I were one. We had finally mated.

I couldn’t help but want him near me, to be touching me, to have him close. It was like if now that we had completed the mating process- I couldn’t be away from Dylan.

I craved his touch. I craved his attention. I craved his Wolf.

The thought of all the things I wanted us to do, with only having him kiss me, created butterflies in my stomach.

Last night was the first night I had ever been with anyone, and Dylan couldn’t have made it more perfect for me.

By the time we finally left the room, it was already well past midday. I didn’t mind sleeping in, and Dylan didn’t seem to care either.

I had prepared us plenty of food. After last night, it wasn’t so much that I was hungry. I wanted to taste different foods, both sugary and salty.

Dylan seemed to be enjoying the meal. Every couple of seconds while we ate- Dylan would look up at me, smile mischievously, and then turn back to his food. It wasn’t necessary for him to say what he was thinking- I was having those same thoughts.

“I need to go do some rounds. The pack was expecting me bright and early today,” Dylan said to me, looking regretful that he had to go.

“Stay. I’m sure you can take care of your pack stuff tomorrow. Just let me have this day,” I pleaded him, pouting my lower lip as I did.

It seemed to be enough to make up his mind because he threw himself at me the moment I did so. After that he carried me over his shoulder and ran with me upstairs to our room.

I was laughing all the way, hitting him to put me back. He would lightly spank my butt every time I so much as requested he let me go.

As soon as he laid me down on the bed, I jumped out of it and out of his grasp.

“If you run I can catch you,” Dylan said, a glint in his eyes as he said that. The grin on his face told me he was enjoying chasing after me as much as I was.

“Well, let’s see you catch me,” I said, not waiting for him and running as fast I as could, downstairs.

Dylan was faster than me- anyone would be able to see that. But instead of running after me, he slowly walked down the stairs. I looked at him with my arms crossed, raising my eyebrow as I spoke.

“See, I’m faster than you,” I told him, standing on the bottom of the staircase.

“I’ll let you be faster than me for today,” he said, continuing his slow walk.

I let out a frustrated grunt, seeing as he didn’t look too into chasing me anymore.

Just as I turned to walk toward the kitchen, I heard shuffling behind me. I noticed as Dylan sprinted the rest of the way down, and caught me in his arms before I had a chance to run away.

“Put me down!” I said in between laughs.

“I think you should be punished for running away from me,” Dylan said, carrying me with my legs wrapped around him.

I had placed my hands on his bare chest, reveling on the feeling of his touch.

“I think I deserve a break,” I told him, crossing my arms on my chest.

“I don’t know. To me it seemed like you were being a bad girl,” Dylan said, looking thoughtful. It was funny to see how easy he was able to maintain a serious face. I wasn’t able to stop giggling.

“I love you,” I told him. The playful mood faded after I said that. He didn’t say anything as he looked at me. He held me with just one arm, and with the other he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

His strength shouldn’t surprise me, considering who he was, but it did.

“Saying ‘I love you’ doesn’t seem to be enough to explain how I feel about you,” Dylan said.

His words made my heart ache, in a good way. He probably had no idea how much everything he did affected me. I was so stupid in denying this before.

 Dylan was about to carry me into the living room when the doorbell rang. I looked toward the door curiously, wondering who it could be.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone,” Dylan told me, frowning. He set me down on the ground and walked toward the door.

I walked behind him, half expecting it to be John or Eric at the door.

When Dylan swung the door open, John and Eric stood there, but they weren’t alone. Along with them was a grinning Blake accompanied by Michael and Russell. 

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