Turning Gerald Away

Giselda
I growled loudly as Lionel’s link opened, waking me up. Milton’s arm tightened around my waist.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he mumbled.
I shrugged. “Give me a second.”
‘What is it, Lionel? You better have a damned good reason for waking me up. I don’t get a lot of sleep and you’re already pissing me off,’ I snapped at Lionel through our link.
‘I do, Beta Giselda. Gerald is here and he is asking for Alpha Sow Annaria. I was just wondering how you wanted me to handle this. Alpha Sow Annie and Alpha Logan usually come to speak with him while he is here, and he is refusing to leave without speaking to either you or them,’ he informed me.
I rolled my eyes as I turned to face Milton. I put my hand on his cheek as I responded to Lionel.
‘I’ll be there. Tell him to wait for a few minutes,’ I ordered.
I nuzzled into Milton, smiling into his neck. “Have I told you how much I love waking up to you in the morning?” I asked him.
“Yes, but if you said it again, I’d believe it again. Besides, you can always stay here with me,” he said huskily as his hand moved over my back.
I groaned as my body heated. “Let me go handle this little situation. Then I’ll come back and let you have your wicked way with me.”
He pulled me on top of him, pushing up against me a little. “Hurry, Zelda. I am so ready to be inside of you.”
I giggled as I climbed off him to get dressed, making sure that I was as covered as I could get, a fact that Milton didn’t miss.
“What’s with your outfit, baby?” He inquired.
“Gerald is at the gate,” I told him simply.
“Gerald? What does he want? And why do you have to be the one that deals with it?”
“Well, you know he’s been coming here twice a day in the hopes that I will speak with him. Annie and Logan have been handling it, but they’re not here. Being the beta means that I now have to deal with it until they get back.” I paused before pulling on a sweater. “Do you want to come with me?”
“Not particularly,” he grunted as he got up to get dressed. “I’d rather come in you.”
I smirked at him. “And I’d rather come on you, and we will, but we have to tend to this first.”
“Remind me why I’m not allowed to kill him,” he grumbled as he took my hand on the way out of our little house.
“Because Annie still cares about him for some stupid reason.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I know she wants me to choose him, but I won’t.”
“Doesn’t that piss you off? It pisses me off,” he admitted.
“I know. She’s not trying to hurt us. She is just doing what she thinks is best. Besides, she did apologize to you and is trying to make amends,” I murmured. “Give her a chance, Milton. She is a good girl, even if she is a little misguided.”
“Do you think she will forgive Logan? She was really upset,” he said, making me giggle a little.
“Knowing them, they are probably making up in a hotel somewhere, not caring about what’s going on here. That girl is so in love with him. And he’s just in love with her.”
He pulled me to a stop still a good distance away from the gate, but close enough we could see Gerald standing there with Lionel and the other guards.
“Like us?” He inquired softly, moving his eyes over my face.
I nodded, smiling as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Yeah, just like us. I love you, Milton. I dare you to try to run from me. You won’t even make it to the gate.”
He pecked my lips. “Now I really want to cum in you.”
“Guess we better hurry.”
He let me go and I turned back around to finish the walk to the gate, where I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared at Gerald.
“I don’t want to talk to you. You can go,” I snapped.
“Giselda, please. Just give me a chance. I only need five minutes of you time to explain–”
“I’m not interested in your reasons, Gerald. I would like for you to leave.”
“Where’s Annie?”
“Preoccupied,” I snapped. “Why don’t you just leave. We don’t want you here. Why can’t you just accept that?”
“Because it’s not true. Annie wants me here, and so do you. Once you stop fighting that–”
I slapped him as hard as I could, cutting off his sentence. My body shook violently as Angel pushed forward to let our aura out warningly. I frowned at him.
“I said to leave, Gerald. I’m pretty sure you don’t give Annie this much grief when she tells you to. So why are you giving me so much hell?” I screamed.
“Giselda, I don’t want to leave without you! I love you! Why can’t you fucking see that? I’ve come back repeatedly in the hopes that this time you would see me. If I wasn’t serious about being with you and wanting you, why in the hell would I put myself through that?” He growled.
I narrowed my eyes on him before huffing, “It’s because Annie is here. It’s always been about Annie. The moment we found each other, you chose her. Every time after that, you chose her too. When it came down to letting her go so she could be with her mate, and we could explore, you chose her.” I pushed my hands against his chest. “It’s always been her. It will always be her. I don’t believe anything you have to say. You open your mouth and nothing comes out but lies. That’s all you know how to do. So just fucking leave. I do not want to talk to you. I will not talk to you. I never will.”
He took a step toward me, reaching out to cup my face. “Giselda–”
I took a step away, making his hand fall away from my cheek as Milton’s arms wrapped around me from behind. “There will never be a me and you, Gerald. There will only be a me and Milton. I am with him. I chose him. And what’s more important is that he chose me back. Make this easy, and just leave.”
He threw his hands up in frustration before spinning around to stomp away, calling out to me over his shoulder, threateningly.
“Don’t think this is over, Giselda. I’m not going to stop pursuing you. And I for damn sure won’t accept your rejection.”
As soon as the gates closed behind him, I slumped back against Milton. “Fuck! I hate him!”
Milton kissed my cheek. “No, you don’t, Zelda. He hurt you, but he is your fated mate. You’ll never be capable of hating him.”
I turned in his arms to hug him. “You’re wrong, Milton. I do hate him, because he hurts you every second that he’s alive.”
He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I’m going to take you home and remind you just how much I love you.”
“Good.”
I lavished kisses on his neck while he carried me back to our home, where he deposited me on the kitchen counter. I eyed him curiously.
“I thought we were going to bed,” I said.
He chuckled as he began to remove both of our clothes. “Nope. I said I was going to remind you how much I loved you. This way, after we’re done, you can make me a sandwich.”
I smacked his shoulder. “Dickhead!”
His eyes glinted at me. “I’ll show you my dickhead, baby. You don’t even have to ask.”
Once our clothes lay at our feet, he stepped between my legs, stroking his shaft as his eyes ran down my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer so his tip moved along my slit as he continued to stroke it.
“What’s the rush, Zelda?” He murmured, his voice almost vibrating with his arousal.
“You promised to make me sore. I’m not sore yet.”
He chuckled as he started to ease into me, making my back arch as he had to use a little more force to enter me with how swollen I was from our recent uptake in lovemaking. He groaned as he started to pull out just as slowly.
“Goddess, Giselda. Are you sure you’re not sore?”
“Maybe a little. But don’t stop.”
He reached between us to rub my clit as he moved inside of me, thrusting harder and faster as the first waves of an orgasm started to roll through me. He grunted as my pussy clenched around him tightly. He cursed loudly before pulling me to the edge of the counter to pound into me more aggressively until we were both shouting out each other’s name as we exploded together. He pressed his face into the valley between my breasts, panting hard. I ran my fingers over his back as I kept him upright.
“I can’t wait to see you grow round with my baby, Giselda. It’s what my dreams are made of.”
“I want to get married, Milton. We can do a ceremony whenever you want,” I told him.
“Tomorrow,” he chuckled. “Let’s get married tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
He pulled back to look at me. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, Milton. I want to be your wife.”
He smiled up at me happily before nodding. “Then, yes. Tomorrow.”
I kissed him softly. “Tomorrow, Milton.”