Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina) novel Chapter 19

(Kaden POV)

"I'm sorry," a soft, familiar voice calls out.

I stir in my sleep and struggle to open my eyes. "What for?" I ask. My

eyes open completely.

Oh, baby.

Annabel stands by my bed and spots my sweatshirt that belongs to

me, which has the word "Joy" written across it. Ah, she brings me so

much joy.

My inner self smiles at me. You definitely hit the jackpot when you found her.

I lower my eyes past her waist. She didn't bother to wear any pants.

Please don't wear any panties. I chant the phrase in my head. The

thought fires more desire to my morning wood, further hardening it.

Her hair is styled into a messy bun. My cock approves. It's a "Yes"

from me. She never fails to please me. My girl.

She responds to my question that I almost forget about thanks to her

impeccable beauty, "For not sleeping in your bed last night." She

snaps me out of my thoughts.

Oh, you better be sorry, baby. I barely could get any quality sleep

without you safe and sound in my arms. But, I try to sound

unaffected. "It's okay, baby." It's really not, fuck.

To my desire, she lets down her hair so it cascades down past her shoulders almost reaching her waist. Then, she slides her sweatshirt past her head, letting it fall to the floor after. She stands completely

naked. She's prepared for me. Oh, shit.

She walks closer to my bed and peels the comforter off my skin,

exposing me to the chill air. Goosebumps form—either from the chill air or from how insanely gorgeous my girl is, probably from both.

She admires the sight of my bare skin, her eyes slowly shifting from

my face to head south. She stops at my cock, raging with desire. She licks her lips. Oh, fuck, just come here already, he's all yours, baby.

Always.

I continue to stare at her, awaiting for her next move. She reaches

for my length and starts to stroke it teasingly slow. Oh my God.

Then, she climbs into bed and straddles my hips. With her hand, she

stills my cock and eases it into my favorite place in the whole world.

She groans softly, making me groan, too, as my dick stretches her

tight entrance, and warmth and wetness immediately blankets my

length as it slides inside her.

My cock is fully inside her. She begins to ride me, teasing me more.

She cups my throat, and I grip her hips. She leans in, places a kiss

on my jawline, and grazes her teeth against the contour. After, she

covers my cheek with several affectionate kisses. "I hope you can

forgive me, Sir," she whispers against my skin.

"Yes, I forgive you, angel," I murmur. Well, I don't really forgive her. I

smack her ass. Ride me harder if you want me to officially forgive

you, baby. She obeys, knowing what the slap meant. Fuck, yeah, I

forgive you for real this time. I'm already close to reaching my

climax, fuck. "Baby girl," I breathe.

She tugs on my lower lip with her teeth. Jesus.

"Your pussy feels so good, my love, b-but my toes—they're cold."

And, fuck, my toes are actually cold as I feel the chill air creeping along them. I move my feet so they're hidden underneath the

comforter, away from the unpleasant chill. I groan to myself as my

erotic dream was interrupted by the damned cold.

The heater's been broken for two days now—too many days of

being separated from the heat and shivering. Thankfully, I'm

wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants so I'm not shivering to

death. However, the fabric on my body is uncomfortable like an

itch left alone as I'm used to wearing nothing to bed. Anyways, the

guy who's supposed to come and fix the heater never showed up.

Unbelievable.

I think about my girl, and my blood simmers. Oh, how I would

usually be spooning with her: Her back to my front, my nose

nuzzling in the crook of her neck breathing in her intoxicating

scent, and my cock settling between the cheeks of her lovely ass.

The thought makes me feel warm inside.

All this thinking about my girl—where is she, anyways? I glance to

my side where her presence would usually be. Fuck. She's not

present. I'm freezing my balls off and my girl is not in my bed with

me? Outrageous.

I sit up and climb out of bed, abandoning the comforter. Driven by

frustration, I head down the stairs.

As I enter the living room, I am greeted by the much-needed warmth. I trace the source of the warmth to the fireplace, where the fire spits and crackles, calming me. I walk closer to the

fireplace to warm myself. I sigh. I turn around and find a pleasing

sight, warming me more effectively than the fireplace.

In her slumber state, my girl looks peaceful, adorable, and fucking

gorgeous all at the same time on my couch. A smile tugs at my

lips. I stoop down and stroke her cheek, her skin feeling like satin

against my fingertips. "Good morning, gorgeous," I whisper.

She stirs and leans into my touch as I cup her cheek. Her eyes

flutter open and meet mine. They sparkle in the morning light; I

already get lost in them. "Good morning, Kaden."

I move my thumb to caress her supple lips. She kisses the pad of

my thumb. My sweet girl.

She makes room for me on the couch, and I gladly sit beside her.