Marked By The Alpha Prince

"Who are you?"

He kissed my neck. His hands roamed all over my body. I could not help but moan under his touch.

"I ask you again; who are you?"

Then he moved his hand near my thigh. I gasped has his hand near my clit. As I opened my eyes to look at my lover I still cannot make out what he looks like. The only thing I can make out is his beautiful bright grey eyes.

"Tell me your name, my little chante."he said softly.

He inserted a finger in and out of me slowly.

"I....never....tell....you." I said between thrust.

"Is that a challenge? You won't last long you know. I always get what I want. I want you to tell me, my chante" said smirking like he already won.

He got on top of me and slide inside her. (He is so big?! For a dream guy he is big!)He began to thrust fast and hard.

"Oh...my."

"Yes. Take every fucking inch of my cock. Now tell me your name!"

"No! Like I would obey you!"

His eyes turned blue staring down at me. He looked into her eyes and saw determination, courage, anger, and pleasure. He closed his eyes and sighed. Opened his eyes and look at her. His eyes turned back grey.

"It looks like I won't get an answer this time either. Why don't we just enjoy ourselves tonight before we wake up. I want to enjoy every inch of you, my chante."

He lean down and kissed her softly and sucked on her bottom lip. I wrap my arms around his neck to continue to kiss him. Then I started to hear my stupid alarm clock going off.

" It seems it's time for this sweet dream to end. Have a good morning, my beautiful chante"

He kissed my forehead. I woke up.

I sat up and rub my head and hit the alarm off.

"Stupid grey eyed monster, he knows that dominant shit don't work on me."

I turned to my clock and really look at it this time to know what time it was.

"Oh my God! I'm so late!"

I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. When I looked at myself in the mirror my hair was all over the place and my head scarf hanging off my hair.

"Why can't my hair stay in a wrap?"

I washed up, brush my hair, and put it in a ponytail. I ran back to my room and pulled out of a white tank top and khaki shorts. I ran downstairs towards the door and slip on my tennis shoes. Then grab my bookbag off the chair but stop. I turned around and smell food on the table. A plate filled with pancakes, eggs, and a lot of bacon I mean a lot of bacon piled up that made it look like twistler. There was a note from my Dad. I picked it up and red:

"Good morning hun. I tryed to wake you up but as usual you were knocked out. Remember to come to the field to help me train the class. I love you and enjoy the food."

I smiled.

"Thanks Dad"