THE ALPHA'S VIRGIN SLAVE: Submit Alpha Ian's curse - Chapter 338: Chapter 338

Larson's POV
"How are you holding up, my dear?" My mother's voice came through the passage, startling me.
I grabbed Tamara's shoulders and pushed her back carefully.
She had a trail of blood rolling down her chin that made her look very sexy. I wanted to kiss her so badly, sadly I couldn't. Not until I had handled my mother.
Her eyes were a bright red, and her breath was labored.
She looked dazed, and she smelled crazily addictive because of her arousal.
"Mother, don't walk in here," I said huskily before she could.
"Why?" She asked through our mind-link as I looked at my erection.
"I hope you aren't bullying Tamara like you did in the ...,"
"Mother, do you know what mates do after being apart for a very long time? If you don't, then please be my guest and walk in. But don't freak out over what you will see," I warned through our mind-link.
"Oh my, I see. Please don't mind me, I'll quickly go back," she answered after gasping and then giggled.
I sighed softly and then took a step back to calm myself a little bit when I heard her walk away.
"I hope you aren't thinking of stopping here," my wolf growled at me.
Did he not see the anger in her eyes a few minutes ago? If not for the card I had pulled, she would have kicked us out or much worse, rejected us!
When she frowned deeply, I braced myself for her harsh words.
"What?" She asked in a small voice and then moved her hand to her mouth.
"Did you enjoy your meal?" I asked nervously as a joke.
She blushed and then quickly lowered her gaze to the ground, surprising me.
I was expecting her to yell at me and this time to use her full strength to push me out of the room.
How was she now acting very cute and sexy like that? My heart was beating rapidly, and I felt very flustered.
"Get out," she whispered when she dropped her hand.
"Why?" I asked simply with a raised brow.
"I don't want to see you right now, so please leave me alone," she answered in a cracked voice and then brushed her hands through her hair with a soft sigh.
I wanted to tell her how I was looking forward to us spending some time together, yet my words couldn't come out.
"Please, leave," she repeated and then walked to the window to open it.
It was obvious that she could smell the smell of our arousal, and that wasn't good if she really did hate me.
When she turned and looked at me coldly, I sighed heavily.
"Fine, I'll leave," I said, then turned and walked to the door.
I was about to step out when my wolf partially took over and turned, walking back to her.
Before she could move, he raised her up, slamming her back to the wall and crushing our lips against hers as she kissed us back.
Her legs instantly wrapped around our waist, and her hands grabbed our cheeks as the kiss turned rough. Our tongues were violently colliding against each other, and our breath was labored. The room was filled with our moans as the tingles spread throughout our body.
My wolf and I both knew what we wanted from her and what we wanted to do to her at that very moment. Yet our conscience was so much against us taking her when she wasn't fully interested in us or accepting.
When my wolf pulled back, I parted my lips from hers and rested my head against her shoulder, swallowing hard.
My hands were slightly trembling because of how hard I was trying to restrain myself from marking her. Her neck was so exposed, and her scent was so intoxicating.
"Should I sing us a nursery rhyme to calm down?" I asked huskily as she chuckled softly and then cleared her throat.
"Put me down," she demanded seriously.
I looked at her and then slowly did when I saw how angry she looked.
"Now get out," she said as I stood still, ignoring her words.
"Out, Larson!" She yelled, this time her eyes glowing red.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave," I answered loudly and then turned and walked to the door.
Before I could completely step out, I looked at her quickly and noticed how her eyes were still glowing.
"This time she really is pissed with us," I whispered silently as my wolf ignored me and purred softly, feeling satisfied with how we had our mate in our arms.
"Please call me if there is anything that you will need," I said loudly and then walked to my room.
"What am I?" I asked softly once I was in my room.
Was I a fool? Crazy? Desperate? An asshole?
In the past, I swore to never look at her in any way, and I hated everyone that tried to make me look at her as my mate. I called her a lot of bad names, and I never wished to ever meet her. There was also never a time I had thought of a future with her.
But now everything was different, and I felt different. The moment I laid my eyes on her again, everything I thought I would never do with her, I wanted to do.
As I watched her talk, I was amused, impressed, and proud that she was my mate. The way she moved was full of grace yet also sexy.
Our kiss, too, was so hot that I was still craving more of her touch.
What exactly was I feeling for her? I had no idea. Did I feel the same way for Roxanne? No. Was I still stuck up on her? I had no idea.
I felt confused with my very own actions, yet I just couldn't find them wrong or resist her presence.
I was either sick or deeply rooted in something that I needed help with.
I looked at my reflection and then cursed at myself silently.
"I will need some tissues because there is no
way I'm going to sleep tonight without coming once," I said and then sighed softly.
I really was screwed.