My legs were still trembling as I stepped out of the limo.
We were back at the alphas’ home after my mind-blowing experience at the beach and attending a local dance nearby with Ruston and Chad. We were hot and sweaty after dancing, and I looked forward to going home to take a shower, but Ruston said that Zaff wanted to see me.
To be frank, I wanted to see him and Oscar, too, even though I was exhausted.
“Home sweet home like the humans say,” said Chad, smiling and looking at me.
“Yes,” I said, forcing a small laugh as we walked to the enormous house holding hands. I felt bad that I was lying to them about being fully human. And I was feeling terrible that I lied to my aunt, too. She was working hard at the gas station while I was going to beaches.
It wasn’t a great feeling.
“Damn, it smells good in here,” said Ruston as the doorman opened the door for us. We walked inside, and we all followed the smell of the food to the kitchen.
Seeing Zaff in full chef attire made me smile since it didn’t suit his very intense personality. There was smoke everywhere, and he was barking orders at Oscar to peel the potatoes faster. Oscar didn’t look excited at all being there, and it was comical to see his muscular arms straining as he held a small potato peeler, trying to do a good job.
“Yo,” said Chad, and Zaff spun a full circle, his eyes instantly on me. I felt small and nervous as he smiled at me with a light in his eyes.
I smiled back, and something about this time was that it was comfortable. It was as if we had known each other for a long time. And it felt right.
“Hey,” I said, while his eyes were on me as he rapidly chopped a carrot. I wondered how he was chopping so fast without cutting off his hand.
“Welcome home,” he said, then his eyes glinted when he looked over at Ruston. “Did you have a good time? Did they warm you up nicely?”
“Uh, yes, I had a good time,” I said. “It smells delicious.”
“Thanks, love,” he said, quickly transferring the chopped carrot into a pot of bubbling water. Ruston and Chad said they were going to get cleaned up, so they left the kitchen.
“What can I do to help?” I asked, trying to look for an apron. After all, I was the hired maid, and I still wanted to be helpful.
“Please sit,” he said, pulling a barstool out for me. “I’d much prefer it if you watched me cook for you.”
“But I can help,” I protested, reluctantly walking over to the chair. “I mean, if you’re still paying me, I want to be of some kind of use.”
“Oh, you’re definitely of some use,” he winked, and my cheeks heated when he looked at me like that. His gaze looked like he was going to knot me right there on the kitchen counter, and I clenched my thighs tight.
I felt a little bit of soreness in my ass after Ruston’s attentions, but my pussy felt contented after Chad’s tongue. I didn’t think I’d get horny again when Zaff stared at me like that.
I looked over at Oscar, who hadn’t said anything the entire time.
“Hey, Oscar,” I said as he peeled potatoes right across from me. He looked up at me and my heart pounded harder as we locked eyes. I was scared to see him after he fingered me, and we hadn’t had a chance to talk after that. But I could see in his gaze that he hadn’t forgotten.
And I was sure he felt as awkward as I did, so I needed to break that feeling between us. I wanted him to feel comfortable with me like the other guys, and I really enjoyed his company, no matter how silent he appeared.
“Hi Breanna, how’ve you been doing?” he asked in a low voice.
“I’m doing great,” I said in a cheerful tone.
“First off, I want to apologize for…”
“No, please don’t,” I said quickly before he could elaborate. I looked over at Zaff, who was furiously stirring a pot like a madman and decorating a pie with his other hand. “I enjoyed every bit of it, and I don’t want you to regret anything.”
“Well, that’s a fuckin’ relief,” he said, smiling widely, and I could see that his teeth were shaved perfectly and very white. “I didn’t want you to think I was a creep or anything on the very first day.”
“I mean, I was the one on the dryer machine,” I said, and we both laughed, remembering how my butt was hanging over the edge of the machine.
That evening, my stomach was growling with hunger as we sat around the dining table.
I tried to freshen up as best as I could in the maid’s room before dinner and even changed my outfit to a clean lingerie from the closet after I took a quick shower. I hated feeling sticky after our day at the beach but I was finally glad I was clean now.
Zaff had literally cooked a three-course meal for us.
I ate the caprese salad first, which had fresh mozzarella cheese slices over it, and every bite was simply scrumptious. I couldn’t believe how pretty the salmon looked when he dressed it up with lemon wedges around it on a bed of greens and a creamy gold sauce poured over on top and elegantly sliced potatoes on the side.
“You’re so good,” I moaned as I savored each bite of the deliciously sweet salmon and the sour potatoes. “But you didn’t have to do all this.”
“I wanted to cook for you,” said Zaff, who was sitting beside me while Oscar sat on my other side. It was like an unspoken agreement between the pack that Ruston and Chad had me all day, so now I was for Zaff and Oscar.
“You actually enjoy cooking?” I asked incredulously. I had no talent in the kitchen whatsoever, and seeing the passion in his eyes made me actually want to try cooking again.
“I very much do,” he said without hesitating. “I wouldn’t own this many restaurants if I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Wow.”
Suddenly, I felt a tapping on my heels from Ruston who was sitting directly across from me. I looked up, and he grinned as we played footsie under the table. I liked being free with him and being able to touch him. I also felt the same with Chad, but Chad was a little more reserved after he played with my pussy today.
But I knew it was because he had his time, and now I was hanging out more with Zaff.
After I finished the delicious salmon, I held back a burp so I could still appear attractive to these alphas.
“Have a taste of this,” said Zaff, holding a spoon near my mouth to taste the chocolate raspberry tart he had baked. I opened my mouth, and he slowly inserted the spoon into it. The pie was bursting with flavors, and I moaned out loud.
“So good,” I said, and the alphas chuckled. He was intent and focused on me as he fed me more bites. The heat from his hand would reach my mouth, and I longed for him to touch me.
I longed for his skin to meet mine. But he didn’t touch me even when he finished feeding me the last bite. Deep down, I felt insulted and embarrassed that he didn’t think I was worthy to be touched. I was way poorer than him anyway, and I lived in a trailer.
“Thank you for the wonderful dinner,” I said as I got up. “Let me help get things cleaned up, and I should get going here.”
Zaff grabbed my hand, startling me.
“No need to clean up,” he said sternly. It was a sudden change from the sweetness of his tone earlier, and my heart started to pump harder with worry. Was he going to exercise his right to knot me? Then he stood up and removed his chef’s hat and apron. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” I asked, a tiny bit nervous.
He didn’t say anything as he pulled me by the hand down the hallway after he discarded his uniform. We continued to walk towards his room, and my mind was literally racing with so many thoughts. I was actually going into the pack leader’s room. That meant only one thing, and my pussy was throbbing the entire time with every step towards his room.
I was hornier than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. But was I ready to give my virginity to the most powerful alpha in the pack?
After entering his dark, cool room, he immediately shut the door, locking it behind him. Then he turned to me and I could barely keep my breathing in check as he gazed at me like that.
His large bed was just behind me, and I didn’t dare make a move as I stood there like a deer in headlights.
“It looks like you enjoy wearing the clothes we provide for you,” he said, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight of me in the short dress made out of blue lace.
He walked closer to me, fingering the edge of the dress. I felt his intense body heat emanating in waves around him, all too consuming and seductive for even an average beta like myself.
“What happens if I just take it off?” I said.
I wanted him at this moment, but logic couldn’t explain to me why. My body had a mind of its own right now, which had been craving this alpha since the moment I saw him.
“If you take it off,” he says, with a long pause. “You will be knotted in this very moment. Are you ready for that, love?”
Breathing heavily, I quickly lifted my dress over my head, and he flew towards me, unhooking my bra. His eyes feasted on my breasts while I quickly shimmied off my underwear with no shame.
“Fuck,” he breathed, weighing my breasts in his large rough hands. I could feel the calluses on his hands from the many scars that he probably obtained from cooking.
He kissed each breast reverently, one at a time, making my pulse race faster.
The heat from his mouth covered my left nipple as he took it in his mouth while carrying me to the bed at the same time. He gently laid me on the soft bed, and I noticed the star-shaped lights floating all over his ceiling, which was the only brightness in the room.
I felt like I was in another galaxy as Zaff sucked my breasts.
We locked eyes as he circled my nipple with his rough tongue, stimulating me from my breast to my pussy. His eyes were beautiful and haunting. Dark lashes framed his chocolate eyes. His black hair brushed against my belly as he played with my breasts.
“Sweetheart, you’re shaking,” he said as his hot breath caressed my skin. “Are you nervous for your first time?”
