47. Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Celeste
I couldn’t believe Dante was in my room. After all this time, he was the final pack member who I never thought I’d get close to. And yet, here we were. He looked at me, his dark eyes so close to mine that I could see the green and gold flecks in them. They looked so different now, so full of a gentle, guarded caring that I thought was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He leaned in over me, his comforting oud and pepper scent filling my lungs as I breathed him in.
His body was on mine, and I held him, savoring the way he felt on me. He was large, but he was careful not to put his weight on me. He took a long moment just staring at me before leaning in. I half expected him to rip my clothes off and take me on the bed, but instead he just pushed the hair off my face so gently, that I barely felt his fingers. He was inches away from me now, and when he leaned in, I felt the gentle brush of his lips as he placed a kiss on me.
Not the passionate, wild kiss I’d expected - something so precious that it filled me with a feeling that I couldn't describe. Almost like I was shy, feeling like he was somehow seeing more of me than I’d ever shown anyone. Slowly, softy, his lips traced down my own, across my cheeks, and covered my face. He kissed my forehead, my neck, then back up, taking his time to hold me and demonstrate such restraint for an alpha that it blew my mind.
In all my experience, I’d never had an alpha treat me quite like this.
There was no rush, only savoring as he ran his hands through my hair, tracing my face and neck like he wanted to memorize me. And despite the fact that I did want more of him - eventually - this right here was more intimate than anything I could have ever imagined. Spending this time together, quiet while we explored each other, was more than enough. It was something I had always been missing.
Dante enthralled me. This mystery of a man was now so close to me that I could almost feel what it would be like to bond with him. I knew that no matter what had happened in the past, this man, and his pack, were my future.
I don’t know how long I lay there with him, enjoying his touch as he held me and made me feel so safe and accepted that I could nearly cry with joy. But at some point I was so comfortable that I drifted off into the most beautiful sleep.
A loud ringing woke me from my slumber, and though Dante’s arms were wrapped around me, I felt a pang of anxiety as I groggily tried to reach for my phone. The only reason someone would call me this late at night was an emergency. I finally grabbed my phone and answered it.
“Hello?”