The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

LAVENDER’S POV

Caramel was so unpredictable. I could never guess what was going on in that head of his. I wrapped my hand around his neck as he carried me to the table. All eyes were on us, and it only made me feel ten times more shy than I already was.

Just as he was about to help me to my seat, he whispered, “You are my wife, so you get princess treatment.”

I smiled as he went to his seat. He signalled for us to be served, and in no time, we were. I could not stop staring at him as I placed each spoonful in my mouth. His question replayed in my head, which made me smile. I loved looking at his eyes when he was not looking.

It was less intimidating, and I did not have to show him how much his green eyes had so much effect on me. Although it was intimidating, I could still feel their gentleness when he looked at me. That was what I loved about him. That was what pushed me closer to him.

His touch and voice were an added measure to it. I wanted to stare at him until my eyes got tired, but how could I get tired when I was staring at a man who looked like a god in human form? Was it because he was an alpha? He seemed too good to be true. More like those men in the movies we watched. His lips moving slowly as he chewed, made me remember all he had whispered to me. I blushed, looking away at my food.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The clatter of heels hitting the marble floor made me take my eyes off Caramel. My eyes landed on his mother, who walked calmly to the table. She smiled at me before taking a seat across from me. The maids rushed over and served her a meal.

Her words came back to my ears, and it immediately made me turn to my food. I still didn’t understand her final words, but I really hoped it wasn’t too terrible. I would not want to do anything that would offend her.

The table was quiet as everyone concentrated on their food. I caught Caramel glancing at me, and I tried to keep my smile at bay. He was done with his food, and he stood up, gave me a kiss on my cheek before whispering, “I’ll be waiting,” before walking out of the dining room.

I cleared my throat as Delilah had her eyes on me just as the smile of his gesture filled my heart. My eyes remained on my meal as we ate. None of us said a word. Once I was done, I excused myself from the dining room and headed for Caramel’s room.

I knocked, and his voice came from within, ushering me in. I got in and met my husband with his shorts on and no shirt. His muscles and well-defined torso were in view. My eyes rested on his abs for so long that I did not know when he walked closer to me.

The scent of his shampoo got into my nostrils, and I raised my head to meet his questioning gaze with one of his brows raised. I opened my mouth to speak, but he lifted me off the ground. His hand was wrapped around me, below my buttocks.

My hands were on his shoulders for support. He raised his head as he stared at me, eyes locked with mine before he moved to the bed. Gently, he laid me down on the bed, his gaze never leaving mine. He placed his lips on my stomach, gently trailing upwards to my chest.

His lips grew closer and closer to my lips. Not long after, they pressed on mine, and I sunk into the bed. I never knew how much I had missed it until it did. It started gently but slowly grew more passionate. I wrapped my hand around his neck, pulling him closer as I nuzzled his neck.

My fingers traced the curve of his jawline, and my tongue rubbed the side of his neck lovingly. Oh my, his lips were sending my body into a whirlwind of sensations. Between my legs may throb from the pain of before, but my body insists I crave him within me once more, right here, right now. My nipples were erect and were gradually hurting from lack of attention. As though he read my mind, I felt his hand around them, squeezing them lightly. A moan escaped from my lips in satisfaction. How good could a man be to make me feel a billion emotions all at once?

His lips left mine for my collarbone, then to my breasts. He circled on it before taking my nipples in his mouth. I moaned in satisfaction while he took his hands to the other, rolling it with his fingers. He held my waist as he trailed his lips to my stomach and stopped below my abdomen, kissing and rolling my skin on his lips as he did so.

I shut my eyes, feeling the sensation of his lips making me feel more and more in need of him. I felt his hands around my thighs and then came his lips. He trailed a kiss up my thighs while rolling my flesh in between his lips as he moved upward.

I knew he knew how turned-on I was and was trying to make me feel so much better with each touch. I could feel his lips get closer and closer to my entrance, and I expected it. I wanted him there. I wanted to feel him there, but then he paused just before he could reach it. I fluttered my eyes open, upset that he halted.

His hands moved up my body, but he lay beside me with the side of his lips curved. He leaned forward and kissed me. “I know you are still sore from last time,” he said, and it felt like some foreign words to me until the sensation I felt a few minutes ago warded off.

I wanted to ask if it was going to be bad if he at least touched there. My insides were really craving him, even though I was still hurting. He held my chin and raised my head. “If I keep doing that, I doubt I would think about your soreness,” he told me.

Again, I wanted him not to think about it. Until the thought of feeling more pain than I already had hit me. A sigh escaped my lips. It was for the good of both of us, anyway. We would not hurt each other. He smiled and locked eyes with me. “You understand, right?” he asked.

I nodded, but I still had to say my piece. “Why start if you knew you were only going to stop halfway?” I questioned.

The side of his lips curved up as he pulled me closer, hands on my waist. “Because you are irresistible,” his deep voice echoed in my ears.

I blinked at his words, unable to say anything. “The local school is holding a party in a week. I would like you to join me,” he said, skillfully changing the subject.

I lay on my side to face him properly. “This will be your first appearance with me in public,” he added.

I did not know how I felt about going with him to actually interact with his people. His people seemed nice when I first came, but I was a little scared. “Would you go with me?” he asked.

I hummed in affirmation. “I’ll go,” I replied.

A smile erupted on his face, and he kissed my forehead. “We can go to sleep now,” he said and adjusted himself so I could lie on his chest.

I could hear the sound of his beating heart, which made me smile. Caramel cherished his people, and I needed to impress him and them if I wanted them to accept me. How could I do that? My brain worked for a couple of minutes before it finally clicked. The best idea came into my mind. A bright smile appeared on my lips. “Are you asleep?” I asked softly.

“No,” his voice came, followed by a vibration in his chest.

I sat up to have a look at his face. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“I want to ask for something, if you don’t mind,” I said.

“You can ask for anything,” he gave me the go-ahead.

“I need some money. I don’t know how much, though,” I said.

I hoped he would not ask what I needed it for. He contemplated for a while before he nodded, turned to the side, and pulled the drawer to his bedside table. Then, he took out a card and handed it to me. “There are at least ten million in there. You can use it to get whatever you want.”