Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 49: Is She Going to Kiss Me?!
After the conference wrapped—hands still waving ideas as I dismissed them with a final stylus flick—I drifted back to our office, the door clicking soft behind me.
Sunlight slanted lower now, gilding the Helly Paws prototypes in amber pools across the battleship table. Kicking off my heels with a relieved sigh, I padded barefoot to the plush leather chair, floral maxi whispering up my calves as I propped both legs bold on the oak surface—bare soles flexing, toes curling lazy.
The room hummed quiet, just the faint whir of laptops and distant factory clatter filtering through the windows.
"Overall, the meeting went good," I muttered to the empty air, twirling a raven strand around my finger. "But I really hate Hellen for ditching me in my first big conference alone." If she had been there, I would have been more confident. She was always with me whenever I did something big.
Strong arms grabbed me sudden from behind—blonde ponytail spilling warm across my shoulder, mixing silky with my raven waves. A familiar scent flooded close. Was it her real smell? A honey-citrus mix?
"Hellen?!" I yelped, twisting instinctive in the vice grip, floral maxi bunching as I squirmed—but she held firm, powerful forearms pinning my shoulders gentle-steel, breath puffing hot against my ear.
"I’m sorry, Emily," she murmured low, voice husky velvet, nose dipping to sniff my neck deliberate—alpha instinct raw—before rubbing slow along my nape, golden strands tickling skin. "I really had something to do."
Hey, what was she doing?! I am an alpha too! But unlike Alexei, I didn’t feel creeped out. But that doesn’t mean I like this.
"Eeep! It tickles!" The sensation danced electric—weird, shivery, sending goosebumps racing down my arms despite the office warmth.
But unconscious, my body betrayed me—leaning back into Hellen’s touch with traitorous ease, my nape arching soft and instinctive like a contented cat’s, raven waves spilling warm over her combing fingers.
Her breasts squished plush and heated against my back through the thin barriers of her silk blouse and my chiffon maxi, her free hand threading deep into my dark strands, massaging my scalp with lazy, possessive strokes that sent shivers cascading down my spine.
"Tickly?" Hellen teased husky, hugging me tighter—her effortless strength banding around my waist like living steel—before scooping me clean from the chair in a princess carry as smooth and secure as Reyes’s beach rescue yesterday.
She lowered me feather-gentle onto the sofa tucked in the office corner, bay windows framing her tall silhouette like a living portrait against the city haze.
Her knees bracketed my hips precise, trapping me beneath her six feet of coiled grace; our breasts pressed plush now through gossamer fabrics—her firm swells moulding warm to my generous curves, heat blooming traitorous and insistent low in my belly, my skin flushing hot as a fever.
Why did my body burn like this? My pulse thumped wild rabbit-fast between us, air thickening electric. "Hellen...?"
"You feel safe with me at night? Whenever we go out?" Her eyes locked mine intense, blonde ponytail draping one sharp cheekbone like a golden veil, her breath mingling hot jasmine-citrus clouds.
"Yes, I do," I whispered raw honest, my cheeks blazing nuclear rose—why the hell was I blushing like this? She was a woman, an alpha like me!
Hellen leaned closer deliberate, her full lips parting slow, eyes darkening to a stormy gaze—my emerald gaze widening pure panic. Is she going to kiss me?
"Hellen... you can’t... I’m an alpha... I like men..." I stuttered breathless, my hands shoving feeble at her navy-blazered shoulders, logic screaming frantic even as molten heat coiled tighter in my core, my traitorous thighs parting fraction under her weight.
But Hellen didn’t listen—descending inexorable slow, her golden ponytail brushing my collarbone. Eeek! I squeezed my eyes shut tight, full lips parting in a gasp as I braced for the inevitable collision—my heart hammering thunderous, every nerve alight.
Don’t kiss me!
Don’t!
Kiss me...?
NO! DON’T!
WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!
Nothing. Silence stretched taut, teasing. Cracking one eye open to peek, I found Hellen inches away—smiling wicked and triumphant, her ice-blue eyes dancing pure mischief.
Then she burst out laughing loud and unrestrained, head thrown back in a golden cascade, ponytail whipping wild as she rolled off me fully, clutching her sides.
"YOU WERE TEASING ME?!" I bolted upright on the sofa, my maxi twisted askew at bust and thigh, cheeks scorched nuclear crimson, small fists balling futile at her blazer. "That was evil!"
"Your reaction was priceless," Hellen gasped between rich chuckles, wiping a mirth-tear from her lash with her thumb, ponytail swaying dishevelled now. "You thought I was gonna kiss you, didn’t you? Your face went beet-red—adorable."
"No! Never! I like men!" I huffed indignant, crossing my arms tight under my heaving chest to hide my traitorous peaks, legs tucking hasty beneath floral pools, bare feet curling toes into the sofa cushions.
Hellen’s laughter tapered to a smirk, her eyes flashing dangerous—storm brewing sudden under the play, ice-blue narrowing to a predatory gleam. "Is that so?"
"Yes!" I snapped, chin lifting defiant despite the flush. "Also, I’m alpha! And you are too! Same-same doesn’t mix!"
"I know that." She prowled closer on her knees, her six-foot grace coiling lethal-smooth like a panther. "What will you do if I do this?"
She pounced sudden and ruthless—knees pinning the sofa cushions firm either side of my hips, fingers diving merciless to my exposed ribs beneath the maxi’s halter, tickling frenzied with expert precision. I shrieked laughter helpless and wild—"Hellen, stop—hahaha! —no fair!"—thrashing chaotic under the onslaught, my maxi tangling higher at my thighs, legs kicking air frantic as my bare soles flailed, raven waves exploding mess across the pillows. "Mercy—please! I can’t—breathe—ahaha!"
Hellen’s booming laughter warmed overhead, her blonde waves mingling my raven chaos in a golden-dark halo, her navy blazer brushing my curves as her fingers danced ruthless—waist, underarms, belly—relentless. "Admit it—you liked the almost-kiss!"
"Never—stop!" I gasped between hysterics, tears streaming joy down my cheeks, the office echoing our playful war—prototypes forgotten on the table, sunlight gilding the frenzy gold.
"I won’t stop then."
"No! Ahhaha! Wait! Okay, I liked it!"
"See? That wasn’t too difficult."
"I hate you."
"No, you don’t."
