...Amara Follen...
After an exhausting day at the academy, Amara had returned home and was now lying in her bed, clutching the necklace that graced her neck. The act of holding the delicate jewel evoked a storm of emotions: joy, pain, and sadness. Knowing this gem was a gift from her late mother, who had passed away just over a year ago, filled her with nostalgia, as longing was a frequent visitor in her heart. Before she even realized it, tears streamed down her face, her sobs breaking the stillness of her small room. Her eyelids grew heavy, and amidst her weeping, she fell asleep. After a deep slumber, Amara awoke with swollen, red eyes, and a forlorn look. She walked to the bathroom and indulged in a long, hot shower that somehow made her feel better. Wrapping a towel around her body, she checked the clock and saw it was past midnight; her stomach growled. She slipped on her nightgown, knowing everyone would be in their rooms at this hour, and headed to the kitchen for something to eat, so lost in thought she didn’t even notice the man standing in a dark corner of the kitchen. As Amara retrieved items from the fridge, the man crept up behind her. She turned around and collided with his solid chest, dropping all the food she had just taken out. His woodsy scent intoxicated her, sending her mind into a brief trance.
"You always seem like a defenseless creature in my presence," he remarked.
"Alpha Brandon, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were there."
"Don't worry, after all, I'm the one who arrived unannounced. What are you planning to do with all that?" Brandon inquired, nodding at the mess on the floor.
"This? I was going to make a sandwich; I haven't eaten anything yet."
"Great, make one for me as well."
Grumbling, Amara cleaned up the floor, her footsteps heavy as she prepared the sandwiches. When finished, she placed them on plates and brought them to the round table that took up much of the kitchen space, placing a plate in front of Brandon. He eagerly took his sandwich, eating it with a taunting gusto. After they finished eating, Amara tidied the kitchen. As she was about to head back to her room, Brandon demanded she follow him.
"Come with me."
"Go with you? Where to?" asked the girl, furrowing her brow suspiciously.
"Don't worry, I won't bite," he said.
"Unless you ask me to," Brandon whispered huskily in her ear, sending shivers down Amara's spine.
"I'm tired, I'm going back to my room."
"I'm not asking you to accompany me; I'm commanding you."
Reluctant, yet compelled, Amara followed him. Her heart pounded as she realized he was leading her to his bedroom.
"Don't be afraid; I just want to give you something." As soon as he finished, Brandon made way for her to enter his room. Amara couldn't help but notice how luxurious and spacious Alpha Brandon’s room was, with its refined and elegant decor, the impeccably made bed, and every object in its rightful place. She felt a pang of embarrassment by his orderliness in contrast to her own.
So transfixed was she at the room's grandeur that she failed to notice Brandon by her side, holding a small gift box.
"Happy birthday, Amara Follen!" exclaimed Alpha Brandon as he handed her the present.
"Thank you."
"Go on, open it."
With hesitation, she took the box, and upon lifting the lid, discovered a small brooch in the shape of a doe, glittering with diamonds.
"It's beautiful, but I cannot accept it."
"Accept it. I had it made specially for you."
"I don't think it's right; it's too extravagant, and I can't feel comfortable wearing something so valuable. Besides, it would draw unwanted attention from others.”
"Then keep it with you. Since you can't wear my first gift, I assure you the second won't attract anyone's notice.”
"Second gift?"
Closing the gap between them, Brandon wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer, and kissed her on the lips. His kiss, filled with affection and tenderness, didn't hesitate to explore every edge of her mouth, and she matched his passion with equal intensity. Their kisses grew more fervent and lustful; his hands traced every inch of the beautiful young woman in his arms as their desire to meld into one another took over. He lifted her into his arms and gently laid her on the large bed before them. As he pulled away from their kiss, he saw the reflection of Amara's desire, which resonated deep into his beast, spurring another wave of longing. He kissed and nibbled her slender neck; despite her attempts, Amara couldn’t suppress a moan escaping her lips, now fully overcome by unprecedented yearning. Each of Brandon's touches awakened a myriad of sensations within her. The hot breath on her neck caused her entire body to shiver. She knew none of their actions were right, but for once, she yearned to do something risky. When Brandon met her gaze and silently questioned her consent, she gave a slight, affirmative nod. That was all he needed.
He tore the thin nightgown from her, admired her perfect body, and caressed her breasts. He took her pert nipples between his teeth, lavishing kisses down to her clit, eliciting moans of pleasure from Amara. When she was ready to receive him, he shed his own clothing and claimed her. She cried out in pain as he entered—this being her first time—but sensing her discomfort, he was gentle, slowing his pace until she acclimated to the sensation. Once comfortable, he increased his rhythm. Amara felt she might go mad from pleasure, her first orgasm cresting like a wild rollercoaster ride, driving Brandon into a frenzy. With intensified thrusts, a growl erupted from his throat as heat poured from him into her.
He kissed her forehead, damp with sweat, nuzzled her neck, and huskily whispered still laden with lust:
"Amara Follen, your first climax is mine."
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