The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 73

Edwina’s POV…

I returned home after the altercation with my sister. I walked through the door and straight to my room; as I descended the grand stairs, I took a moment to pause and admire my favorite painting, reminiscing about simpler times. I sighed and went to my room. I don’t know why I love that painting, but there has been something familiar about its feel and the way it speaks to me.

When I walked in, I noticed Alexander on the bed. He was reading a book. The light from the bedside lamp, the room’s sole source of light, gave him a dark, mysterious feeling.

He looked up from his book and smiled at me, and I returned a tired smile before walking into the closet to change my clothes, wondering if there was a better way I could have handled this situation with my sister. He closed his book and looked at me as I came out of the closet.

“From the look on your face, it appears that things did not go well with your sister,” he said to me.

He could tell things didn’t go as planned, so I sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time today and approached the bed, sitting beside him. I told him how it went and how I felt about it; to sum it all up, I felt my sister could have been more understanding, but she wasn’t.

I wish things had turned out differently. Alexander paused for what seemed like an eternity and looked at me, then asked,

“What can I do to make you feel better?” I knew what he meant by that question, and even though we weren’t as in love as should be expected, I still craved him every time.

I gave him the most seductive look I could muster with how I felt, and he asked me to come closer to him. Since his legs weren’t working, I drew closer to him, slowly moving my lips to his. His face was so close to mine that I could smell the sweet, sensual fragrance of the wine he had been drinking, and then his tongue was in my mouth, he had swiftly pulled me to him, and we locked lips.

In all honesty, I hadn’t invited this prodigy of a tongue. Turning, I had merely wished to look at his face, wishing to tease a little, hoping that the expression of aesthetic delight I might find there would correspond to what I knew was my own.

Our bodies pressed together hotly, our lips pressed together, and we breathed heavily. He fondled my breasts while expertly exploring my mouth with his tongue, and then he moved his tongue from my lips to my neck, kissing and tasting every part of me, and he nibbled on my left ear a little, sending a tingling sensation down my body.

He returned to finish what he had begun. As we pressed against each other, I could taste our shared breath and feel the thud of our combined heartbeat. He stopped kissing me, smirking, his face barely an inch away from mine. He knew I wanted more, but he didn’t continue; instead, he asked me to slowly strip my clothes off, which I did while he watched.

He then asked me to turn my back on him and slowly back up, which I did. I crept up on him until I was practically sitting on his face. I sat atop him, straddling him as he began to k**s my back, his hands wandering under my skirt, and his hot breath tickled the back of my neck.

He started rubbing circles around my lower back. His finger dipping underneath, making me squirm, as his mouth continued its journey towards the top of my spine. Suddenly he pulled away, and when I looked over my shoulder, his eyes were shining with desire, and his breathing was rapid.

It took everything within me not to take advantage of him, not only because I loved being on top but also because I knew him being crippled didn’t make it possible for him to be on top with me.

However, despite these thoughts swirling inside my head, my body did not want to wait any longer. My hands found their way under his shirt. They began caressing his back, massaging him slightly, and eventually finding their way underneath his shorts.

He m****d and arched his back, and I continued massaging him, my hand moving further and further downwards until he was completely naked beneath me. He looked up at me and asked me not to stop, and then I felt something soft press against the back of my leg.

I removed my hand from his back and lowered myself onto his face. He grabbed me, showing his alpha strength and dominance, which made my heart race. He pushed himself up to sit on his knees, and then he kissed his way up my body, stopping just above my breasts.

He licked the side of my breast, then bit it lightly, his teeth grazing it. Then he gently placed his lips on my nipple.

I gasped, unable to help myself, and soon afterward, he devoured my nipple with such ferocity and passion. As I writhed, trying to enjoy every last second of his ministrations, he continued his downward journey, taking my other nipple between his teeth.

His hands reached for my a*s, squeezing it gently, his touch almost enough to send me into o****m. I arched my back and squeezed the sheets tightly beneath my thighs, my hands clenching and unclenching as I tried to maintain a level of control over my reactions.

After what felt like hours and hours of this, I was sure he would never stop unless I allowed him to stop, but I couldn’t bear to ask him to end it. He finally released my a*s and lifted himself to look at me, giving me a gentle smile.

I smiled back, not trusting my voice to speak as his lips descended upon my collarbone. He trailed k****s along my chest and down my stomach, making his way to my navel. He stopped at the spot where his teeth had previously bitten me and whispered,

“You are beautiful.” Then he leaned forward again, this time to lick me. This time, I let out a m**n and clenched my fists in his hair, pulling slightly on it. “Your arousal is so strong…it is killing me to not do more…” he murmured before continuing his path downward, his hand brushing past my waistband to rest in my panties. He continued his slow descent until he finally rested his fingers upon my opening. I was surprised at how quickly he had progressed.

He was already so good at oral s*x, and here he was, doing it perfectly without much effort. I opened my mouth to beg him to continue, but words escaped my mouth as he slid two fingers inside me. He chuckled and moved his mouth to my other breast, sucking lightly on it.

He moved his mouth back to my belly button, placing his tongue flat upon it before pushing himself up again. He looked at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes and then proceeded to lick my belly button. My legs fell open slightly, and I held my breath, waiting for him to continue.

He looked back up at me and grinned, knowing he’d won. Then he slipped two fingers deeper into me and increased the speed of his movements. I closed my eyes and gripped the sheets underneath me as I cried out and arched my h**s upwards. I felt his finger slide out, and he immediately replaced it with another one.

“Alexander…please!” I panted out. He stopped for a moment, looking up at me and grinning, and said,

“I am sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t plan to stop.” And then he started thrusting his fingers back in and out of me faster and harder than before, making me scream louder and louder. He repeated this for a while, and soon my cries grew quiet, replaced with loud moaning noises.

He pulled his fingers out, leaving me wanting more, but he didn’t stop right away, instead grabbing my a*s with both hands and lifting me to sit upon his face. I gasped in pleasure and buried my hands in his hair, feeling the silky strands run through my fingers.

His head tilted upward, and he began kissing my thighs, licking them lightly. He wrapped his hands around my knees and lifted them, and then he positioned his lips between my legs, biting softly on my inner thigh and sliding his tongue up and down the center of my body.

My back arched as he continued his assault, my fingers gripping his head tighter and tighter, and soon he stopped, repositioning me on his h**s so that his hardness was pressing against my entrance. He looked into my eyes and whispered something quietly:

“Are you ready?” I nodded, and he began to move. His pace quickened as he hit my walls repeatedly with his long, thick shaft, causing my entire body to shake. Soon he was pounding into me hard and fast, and I could feel my insides tightening around his c**k, my muscles clenching his shaft even harder. He suddenly slowed down and pulled himself out.

He stared at me, his eyes filled with l**t, and he started thrusting inside me again, not as forcefully as before. Soon, he reached his climax, and I followed suit. We fell onto the bed, exhausted from our s****l endeavor. He rolled onto his side and pulled me onto his chest.

He tenderly wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close to his chest. I turned my head and kissed him softly, and he reciprocated the gesture.

“Do you feel better?” He asked, and I smiled at him.

“So much, thank you.”

And I wasn’t lying. S*x certainly wasn’t the answer to most things, but it did help a lot.