Fated to the Alpha's Touch

(Sandra’s POV)

Lucas kissed my neck, his hand was passionately caressing my thigh, while his other hand lifted the hem of my sexy nightwear, causing me to almost run out of breath. His wet and sensuous lips were leaving my delicate skin love bites!

I wrapped my arms around his nape as I savored the feeling of his every touch. A hot encounter with him always brought me delightful pleasures.

A soft moan escaped my lips, murmuring his name.

“Oh, Sandra… I want you so damn much!” he whispered to my ear, almost sounding desperate as if he was running out of air!

I felt even more lustful when he began to nibble my earlobe with soft bites! The sensation was making me lose my sane mind!

I closed my eyes violently and inhaled deeply. He was driving me crazy, and I felt drowned by my desires for him!

“I want you, too, Lucas! There's only you in my life, and nobody can ever replace you…”

My palms ran softly to his chest and down to his abdomen until I felt his abs against my skin. Oh damn! It was turning me on even more!

His topless body seemed like a perfect sculpture on top of me. I was under his muscular build, wearing only a thin, daring, red silk nightwear, while I was enjoying the pleasure he was sending all over my body with his every stroke and kiss!

My silly hands wandered around his muscled body, and as soon as I held his butt, I pulled him down on me and gasped as his member fell on the sensitive part in between my legs, and he was getting harder and more aroused! I encircled my legs around his waist to make the sensation more intense and wild!

He groaned loudly as he lost all control.

Our bodies rubbed against each other in a rough way, ensuring our desires were satisfied.

He cupped my breast and then his tongue licked my neck down to my cleavage, which once again made me moan in pure pleasure!

Since I shoved his member hard, he buried himself deeper on me, and shit, it felt so damn good!

“Ahhh!”

We were both heavily catching our breaths as we rubbed the stuff in between our legs deep, rough, and fast! In a nutshell, he was giving me a mind-blowing dry humping!

As his lips found mine, I kissed him with the same intensity, passion, and hunger.

While I lured him deeper into me, one of my hands was holding his neck, and the other one was on his bare back, having my fingernails dig against his skin! And he didn't seem to mind at all. He didn't even complain that it was making him uncomfortable or in pain that I dug my nails into his exposed back! In fact, he seemed to like the feeling of it!

We both groaned until I felt an explosion in between my legs, and my body rocked! He, on the other hand, as he reached his climax, screamed my name and collapsed on top of me as if he had been on a race track, and I completely lost count of how many times I felt the explosion with him! My legs were shaking in bliss!

Feeling so heavy, there was a gush of sweat on my forehead and neck as soon as I woke up from my long, restless sleep, and the usual nightmares I had been getting since then.

Yes, it was only a dream—a wet one. I was dreaming of what I used to have…

I sat on the edge of the bed while I massaged my temple. Looking around, I realized I hadn't gone home yet. I was still at the school’s premises, particularly at the library.

I was reviewing for the upcoming examination in the next few days, and I hadn't realized how tired and sleepy I was. So when I closed my eyes to take a little break and supposedly nap, I instead fell into a deep sleep, leading me to have those kinds of dreams again…

Looking around, I saw that everybody had left already, and I was the only one who remained inside. I stood up, walked to the window, and gently pulled the curtain to the side to glance at the view outside. As usual, it was already dark. I looked at my wristwatch and saw it was past seven in the evening.

I returned to my seat, then held my forehead in frustration. I sighed…

Lucas… I have dreamed of Lucas again…

He was my first love. We used to be so in love and intimate with each other until one day, he left me forever. He was gone.

At that time, we were already planning our marriage, but a week before the big day, he was taken away from me for the rest of my life. If only I had the power to turn back time, I would've undone the past that took away the life of the only man I loved so deeply. Maybe then, until now, we were still together, happy, and I was not suffering from this misery.

“Sweating in your sleep even if the library’s air-conditioned, huh? Having a nightmare or simply a wet dream?”

I turned to look at the man who owned that baritone with his sarcastic remark.

There I saw him… Paul…

“P-Paul, what are you doing here?” I stuttered. “Have you been standing there for a while now?”

Damn. I felt like I was a fool for asking him such a question!

And why would I need to be nervous and anxious around him?! I should actually get mad because he seemed to have been watching me without me knowing it! And that was an invasion of privacy!

“You were watching me the whole time, weren't you?!” I asked again, but this time, my voice rose and my tone was fierce.

He raised a brow. “What if I tell you that I did? What will you do?”

What would I do? I honestly didn't know…

I couldn't help but gasp and fill my lungs with air. I hated that he was so arrogant, the very opposite of Lucas, yet looked much like the latter!

Yeah. Paul looked so much like my first love, Lucas. In fact, when I first saw Paul six years after I lost Lucas in a tragedy, I thought Lucas had come back to life, and I really thought that Paul was him. Only then, when Paul started to treat me like shit, did I realize that they might be looking alike, but they were completely different men. Lucas, who had always been soft and gentle with me, would in no way be this arrogant shit!

I let out a sigh. Fine. No matter how I hated Paul, I must admit that he was drop-dead gorgeous. He had a natural oozing sex appeal. Physically speaking, he was almost close to perfection. But if I include the attitude, I could just roll my eyes and say nevermind!

At the moment, Paul wore a white polo, paired with jeans and shoes. He stood tall and proud, his hands put inside the pockets of his jeans, and his legs crossed. His head lazily tilted to the side. He was a combination of hot and cold! Not to mention, he had a signature smirk of mockery whenever he was around me, as if he hated my presence just the way I hated him whenever he was near me!

My heart began racing when he cut our distance and stopped in front of me. He was so close that I didn't realize I was holding my breath! What surprised me more was when he wiped the sweat off my neck using his handkerchief.

“Did you dream about him again?” He asked me in a low and deep voice.

I wanted to drown in him, yet my sane mind kept telling me that I should keep my distance from him at all costs!

I angrily shooed his hand away, causing his handkerchief to fall.

“What do you care about what I dreamed?! You're not even that person!”