Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)
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 replace 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.

"Did you sleep well, my love?" I ask.

"Yes. Did you?"

"Not this time. I've been freezing my balls off without you in my arms. The broken heater doesn't help at all."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"You better be sorry." I can't help but chuckle. My facial expression

alters from playful to serious, in order to get her undivided

attention. "What's your excuse this time for abandoning my bed last night?"

"I was too lazy to go upstairs after work," she responds frankly.

"Too lazy, again? I haven't done a thorough job of fucking you

since your laziness showed up."

"Yeah, you have to step up your game, Hunter, especially since today is Christmas."

"It's Monday, too, fuck yeah."

Monday. Oh, the pressure to fuck her into another dimension blazes inside me. "Daddy gets to

fuck his girl extra harder today then."

She giggles. "It's nice having another excuse to fuck the shit out of

me, huh?"

"It's pretty fucking nice."

"Just like you." She rolls her eyes.

"I like the compliment, but I don't like the eye rolling."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Listen, you had me worried when you didn't come to bed last night. I thought you left me for another man."

"Jesus, why would I leave you for another man? You're the best, and there's no excuse for me to leave you, Kaden."

"Oh, that's what I needed to hear to start my day."

I pet her head.

"Let me make it up to you, Daddy. Stand up."

God, I love it when she takes control, but not as much as when I call the shots, but it's nice switching up things once in a while.

Anticipation lances through my body. I follow her command. I look

down at her, awaiting for her next order.

She sits up on the couch, slides off her blanket, and plants her

feet on the carpet in one swift motion. Crossing her legs, she

looks up at me, her eyes darkening with carnal desire. I realize that

she's wearing my sweatshirt, the same one she wore in my dream

I had earlier. My heart melts.

"You're wearing my sweatshirt." I smile.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all, gorgeous." I really don't. She looks incredibly

sexy in any of my clothes. My wardrobe is her wardrobe.

She uncrosses her legs and smirks. I gain a view of her bare pussy. No panties. Good girl. My inner self drools for her.

In a blink of an eye, she's kneeling in front of me, ready to service my cock.

She leans forward and presses her lips to my crotch,

applying a few kisses to the fabric of my pants. She looks up at me.

I reach for her hair and twist it into a ponytail for me to grip.

"It's odd seeing you wearing clothes in the house."

"I know, it's weird for me, too, especially wearing them to bed."

She stands up, and my grip remains on her hair. She wraps her arms around my neck. My lips are greeted by hers as she pecks them against mine. She licks my lips, and I part my own to allow her access inside my mouth. Less than a second later, both of our tongues wrestle one another as the kiss intensifies. I moan in her mouth, and my tongue dominates hers so I can explore her mouth, sweeping over her sensitive spots. Desire surges through my

limbs.

Snaking my hands, I squeeze the bare and beautiful flesh of her fine ass, and she gasps in my mouth. She grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up; I help her take it off. The fabric rests on the floor. She kisses my throat and trails kisses down to my chest. She nuzzles into my chest, appreciating the dusting of hair there. "Come here, baby," I mutter as I'm already missing the taste of her. On command, she returns to appreciate my lips, her tongue parting them. Our tongues reunite. Her need is sensed as she deepens the kiss. Oh, I need you more than anything, too, baby. Desire spreads like wildfire through my bloodstream as her hand rubs my crotch through my pants. I buck my hips against her touch, demonstrating my need. I seize her sweater and lift the fabric past her head to remove it. "As beautiful you are in my

sweatshirt, you look even more beautiful wearing nothing," I mumble into her ear and kiss the area below it, "You're Christmas beautiful."

Yes, I had to reference my own song, remembering how extra wet that gets her.

She grabs the back of my head and guides me to her insatiable

lips. She pecks my lips and pulls away. "Thank you," she replies.

"But you're more Christmas beautiful, Sir. You're hotter than your own fireplace." She chuckles.

Hotter than my own fireplace? That's a new one. I mentally make a

note of the compliment, adding it to the relentless list of compliments courtesy of my sweet girl. I kiss her hard.

Suddenly, she abandons my lips, leaving me in the cold craving for more. She drops to her knees. She's not going to leave me in the cold anymore, good. She takes the hem of my pants and boxer

briefs and drags them down. My raging and horny cock is freed; it

can finally breathe. She kisses the tip and transfers her lips to my

balls. "I'll keep your balls warm."

"You're a very good girl to Daddy. Thank you." I can never thank her enough, honestly.

"Of course. Anything for a very, very exceptional man." She smirks and fills her mouth with my throbbing length.