Chapter 13
Ilove seeing Hunter like this. He’s as entertaining as a feather star going full bore.
Completely undone, obsessed, possessive, out of control.
It’s like he’s a different person from the composed professor turned dean he’s been for the past fifteen years.
He’s more like the Hunter I knew when we were in high school, when his alpha designation first came in.
He was always more dominant than most alphas, and when he first designated, he didn’t have the self-control he has now.
Or had.
I chuckle to myself as Hunter crashes out of the apartment like a bloodhound on a scent. He seems to lose all restraint when it comes to the cute little omega, so I figure his outburst has something to do with her.
I follow him, of course. This new behavior of his is too good to ignore.
Some part of me wishes it was because of me, but another part understands.
Only an omega can affect an alpha this way.
And Madison… she’s quite the omega. Even from our brief encounter, I can see exactly what’s got Hunter so worked up.
As soon as I realize he’s headed to the beach, I take an alternate route to a plateau on the cliffs.
I used to come out here to think back when we were in school.
Something about the ocean always had a calming effect on my jittery nerves.
And despite my profession, I hate sand, so the cliffs were the perfect place to think.
Either here or the tide pools. But those took longer to get to, and I rarely had the patience.
Hunkered down behind a rock to stay hidden, I’ve got a direct view of the little omega Hunter’s been pining after, and a man I assume is her newly bonded mate from the way they’re looking at each other. What did Hunter say his name was?
Whoever he is, the guy is objectively hot.
His pale skin is a striking contrast to his rich blue hair, making him seem somehow otherworldly.
I can’t look away. He’s muscular, but not buff, each line of his body lean and tight.
A swimmer’s body, if I had to guess. Even from up here, I can see the eight-pack he’s sporting.
I kind of want to take a picture to show Sebby, because he’ll never believe me when I try to describe this guy.
As soon as he drops trou, though, all thoughts flee my mind.
I’m entranced. Fuck, damn. I’ve never seen a tighter ass.
The sun suddenly feels ten degrees hotter, sweat gathering at my brow, but I can’t look away.
And when Madison pulls off her shirt and shorts, too, I lose all sense of reason. I have to adjust my semi in my pants.
She’s in a matching bra and panties, and I’m a sucker for a coordinating set. There’s something so sexy about a woman who’s organized enough to color coordinate. And that blue looks damn good against her tan skin.
It’s as if I’m in a thrall, unable to look away or leave. I know I should go. I can see Hunter already coming back up the path, but I’ve never had his restraint. Don’t even pretend to have it. How the hell could he walk away from that?
The two of them are like a fine work of art. I’m a biologist at heart, and these two are perfect specimens of humanity. Too perfect not to study.
I’ll go. I will.
Just one more minute.