Chapter 29

CONT

It had been assumed since we were six years old that when I became Alpha, Fletcher would be my Alpha Mate. It was because we just matched, had since the day we met at primary school and had taken to brooding at the corner and reading whilst our peers screamed and created chaos around us. We always fit together; complemented one another in the best ways. It was a no brainer really, that even if she wasn't my fated mate, she was obviously the next best thing. No one could possibly be better for me because I had always been so…odd… and to find someone who fit me like she did would be next to impossible. I had agreed. And…I still did. To some extent; an extent smaller than I'd prefer. Fletcher reminded me of my life before it all came crushing down, when I was fulfilled and content and in complete control of who I was. When I was good. Fletcher embodied that. And I was so desperate to cling to that part of myself for as long as I could and Fletcher was my best shot at that.

No sooner had I placed her down on the floor did she mesh our lips together in an enthusiastic kiss that I eagerly returned. I was tense and had been so since a certain someone had come waltzing back into my life. Sex was exactly what I needed. Sex with Fletcher was the best I could get if I wanted to retain my sanity. I wanted that. I needed that. And despite the fact that her pixie cut blonde hair was too short and a shade too dark to fulfill all my current fantasies and darkest desires, I picked her up and headed upstairs, towards my bedroom. Because my fantasies and darkest desires were a bad idea, and I wasn't one to indulge in ideas of such a nature,

Fletcher giggled prettily when I threw her onto the firm bed, causing her to bounce a little before the bed settled and she smirked at me sexily and shimmied out of her black stylish top as I did the same with my t-shirt, my eyes trekking over her revealed, slender upper body which was strewn with colorful tattoos and a couple of piercings which she'd gotten when she came to the conclusion that no one ever took her seriously because she was 'too pretty and delicate looking.' The piercings and tattoos she'd finally got to 'give herself an edge', after convincing me to do the same, looked good on her tan skin. I helped her out of her tight skinny jeans, our mouths colliding in yet another frantic kiss as she unsnapped her black bra and threw it across the room, revealing two beautiful breast which just about fit in my hands; their pale pink nipples hardened in arousal, leaving her slender body in nothing but flimsy black panties which I pulled off her long legs immediately before looking at her completely naked and vulnerable body appreciatively. Her body was all feminine with all soft and delicate features; a flat stomach decorated by red flower tattoos, slender long thighs littered with pictures of raindrops and flowers, and a delicate neck, shoulders and a pretty oval face with more delicate features. She was beautiful. No doubt one of the prettiest women I had ever seen, and despite the art she had made of her body, there was still a delicacy she seemed to emanate a vulnerability that awakened my protective instincts. After she was sure I'd looked my fill, liked what I'd seen and my cock had reacted accordingly, Fletcher crawled towards me again and kissed me a bit slower as she helped get rid of my sweatpants and briefs before she wrapped a delicate and warm hand around my erection.

I exhaled through my nose as she worked me with her hands, her pace steady as she pleasured me with her hand. I pulled her in for another brief kiss my hands wondering her body that I knew so well, touching her sensitive spots and pulling small whimpers from her until my hands reached right into her hot and wet core and started rubbing at her clit, causing her to jerk me off a bit faster and less coordinated as she closed her eyes in pleasure. My blood was warm all over my body, a steady sort of pleasure running through me as we both gave each other mutual pleasure. It was nice, safe pleasure with a woman I knew. A sweet woman. A woman who despised violence as much as I did. If I were to liken Fletch to any of the modern day fairytales, I would choose Snow White. Pretty, caring, gentle and sweet.