You Left Me

**MAX**
*"Max..." Blanca's voice blows past my ear and I shiver.
Her teeth nip at my earlobe and I suck in a deep breath. The delicious caramel of her intoxicating scent folds over me like a blanket and I feel every inch of my skin come alive. My entire body tenses with awareness, but I refuse to open my eyes. Not because I want to ignore her, but because I know that once I awaken, I'll end up pushing her away from me.
And I don't want that. Not really.
"Max," she whispers again, and this time I feel her lips on my throat. "Please."
Please? Fuck. I like that word on her lips. There's no better way to have me answer her.
"What is it, Blanca? Why aren't you sleeping?" I reply, my eyelids dragging upward to reveal her sparkling blue eyes glowing down at me and her long shimmering white locks dancing about her face.
She chews her bottom lip in the way she does when she's about to do something brave and I have to restrain myself from taking the juicy red flesh between my teeth. "I've been thinking," she begins and my eyes lock on her fingers as they undo the buttons at the top of her dress, "maybe I could change your mind about me. Maybe if I show you how much I want you... you'll decide to accept me."
What? What the hell does that mean?
"Blanca... don't," I whisper harshly, but no sooner do I say the words, am I scrambling to yank them back. My gaze is no longer my own as she slowly lowers the front of her dress and I become hypnotized by the sight of her heaving mounds. "You know I can't."
"You said it yourself - you have the power to change the law, even for a day if you want to. Maybe if I please you, if I make you happy, you'll want to change things for me."
Her delicate hands go to the straps of her bra and I jolt upright in bed, pushing my back against the headboard and away from her. "Don't do it, Blanca! It won't change anything. I won't change anything!"
The straps fall from her shoulders and her perfect breasts bounce free causing me to groan with need and my dick to pound with liquid fire. Holy shit, Goddess have mercy on me.
"But I want you, Max. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. Please," she begs, sitting up and removing her dress completely.
Just the sight of her naked form glowing before me, the natural cream and brown sugar softness of her buttermilk complexion reels me in. It is more than enough to have me stroking my cock and just what I need to finally give in.
"Fuck, angel," I growl, reaching forward and dragging her onto my lap. Her skin is so soft and so warm against mine, I can't seem to touch enough of her. Her molten honey wafts toward me and I know I have to taste her. My hands clamp over her wickedly rounded hips and I lean forward, angling her so that I can suck her on her luxuriously rounded breasts. They're heavy, yet buoyant, firm, yet pliant and perfectly curved, just like the globes of her ass. "I want you too, baby, I do. I want to feel you everywhere. I need to bury myself inside of you and mark every inch of you as mine. I wish I could. I wish..."
"But I am yours, Max. You don't have to wish for me. Please! I'm so tired of hurting. I'm tired of being afraid. You're supposed to protect me. But... you don't want to. And... in the end... you won't. You're just going to throw me away." Tears fill her eyes and she frowns, her glorious hair falling forward as she pushes off my chest. "I'm not worth enough to you. I'm not important enough for anyone..."
"I won't let anyone hurt you, Blanca," I whisper. "I promise."
She smiles at me sadly, backing away, her hair drawing across her face like a curtain. "The only one hurting me is you."
Suddenly she begins to fade away and my chest thumps with pain.
"Where the fuck are you going?" I growl. "You can't leave! You're mine!"
But it's too late... she's gone... and all that's left of her is her scent.*

**BLANCA**
"You can't leave!" Max growls, and I drag my eyes open to see daylight warming the edges of his thickly shaded windows.
*Damn it. So soon?*
"You're mine!" He's dreaming again. His eyelids twitching in anguish on the end of whatever vision poses behind his eyes. With his arm locked around me, I'm pressed hard against his chest and the panicked tempo of his heart has me wanting to soothe it. But how? Should I speak to him? I don't want to risk waking him.
My gaze flutters across the naked expanse of his intricately inked chest and that pulse between my legs kicks into high gear. I'm just itching to stroke my fingers along every dip and groove of muscle from the cords of his neck to the ridges between his hips. I wonder what he would do if he caught me? Toss me aside like he did last time? Yell at me, maybe?
*Hmm...* Neither of those things were particularly painful. Not in the physical sense, anyway. It might just be worth it. Strike that, it will definitely be worth it. Since I don't have a prayer of removing myself from his embrace, I might as well.
A sudden tug on my person has me closer to Max's body as his face nuzzles my hair. After a moment or two, he pulls in a long steady breath, then I think it's his lips I feel pressing against the top of my head. With a gasp of delight, I smile into his shoulder, then place a tentative kiss of my own along the base of his throat. I can only hope he remembers how we got this way when he finally wakes up. I'd hate for him to ruin the perfect relationship he and I seem to share when he's asleep.
Suddenly, I feel it again... Max's lips on my hair, and this time the slight pressure is accompanied by the shifting of his hand as it strokes possessively over my hip, then lowers to mold itself beneath the cleft of my rear, *underneath* the skirt of my dress. I shiver against him, my hand curling against his chest and I bite my lip to suppress a moan.
Max's freehand suddenly reaches across to grip my outer thigh just above the knee, then he yanks my leg onto the bulge at his waist and his hips buck upward. With a shallow groan that's placed directly at my ear, I'm pinned against the rock hard length of him as he grinds it against me.
"Max?" I gasp, turning my face up to meet his gaze and make certain that this isn't some weird sleep kink he falls victim to.
But his eyes are open this time and he's wide awake as he caresses me. The gold of his irises is nearly black as he stares down at me. "Are you going to leave me, Blanca?" he whispers.
"Wh-what? I-I-"
But I don't get to finish before he buries his face in the side of my neck under my hair and he breathes me in so deeply I shudder into him. His hand leaves my leg to grip my palm that rests upon his chest and then he drags it down under the covers to his waist... to where his towel has fallen open. He closes my hand over the top of his steel shaft and I feel his tongue swirl across the flesh of my neck. My core pulses to life, that little ache between my folds winding as tight as a bow string as he thrusts himself into my hand. I can hardly close my fingers around him, but that doesn't seem to matter as he guides my eager grip into a rhythmic caress that has him sucking viciously on my throat.
"Oh Goddess," I breathe out as wetness leaks from my core.
"I dreamt about you," Max hisses, biting onto my shoulder almost punishingly. "You left me."
"Max," I whimper, as his other hand releases my rear to dip into the sopping fabric of my panties.
His fingers trace my slit with a featherlight touch, stroking up and back as he spreads my juices. Again his lips latch onto my neck, his hand over mine suddenly jerking with a feverish intensity and his fingers on my slit pressing intimately deep then circling in such a way that has me moaning with pleasure.
"Fuck, you taste so much better when I'm awake," Max murmurs. "I want you to come for me, angel."
"Oh Goddess," I cry out.
The unmistakable sound of someone pounding on the front door to his suite somehow finds its way into our cavern of lust and I freeze.
"Don't you fucking dare stop," he growls, tightening his fist over my hand.
The pounding grows more insistent, but so does the wind of Max's wrist.
"But Max-"
"Fuck, angel!" he snarls, his hips tensing as his seed shoots like a cannon into both of our hands. A finger plunges into my slit curling almost desperately inside of me and just like that, the bow string snaps and pleasure rushes over me like a tidal wave. It steals my breath and my vision, plunging me into darkness as I tremble and cry out in a voice that can't possibly belong to me. As my body goes limp against his, I feel the sharpened points of Max's fangs trace over the side of my neck and his body shudders with the contact.
"Blanca," he whispers. "No matter what happens... promise not to leave me."
I can barely move, but somehow I manage to nod. "Of course, Alpha. I promise."
But one thing I learned at a very young age is that there are some things in life that are beyond our control.