Chapter 8 #2
“You might be your pack’s alpha, but you’re not my alpha. I don’t need to follow your rules.”
Resentment burns with the heat of a thousand suns as I lean in across the bed, so close she clearly gulps. “Say that again,” I murmur. “But remember, little wolf, that I can decide to break this little body anytime I want.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?”
“That’s your business,” I growl, gratified by the way she gulps again. Even now, she’s so damn appealing—watching her throat work does something to me.
“I’m going to take a shower.” When she makes up her mind, she sets her jaw in a way that’s equal parts impressive and adorable. It makes me want to pat her on the head.
I want to do a lot of other things. All it took was a few moments of her remembering who’s holding the reins to wake up all of the desire I indulged in last night. It wasn’t enough. Nothing short of delivering the mating bite will be enough. I can’t. I won’t.
She’s barely out of the room when a new text comes through from Declan. You bring her to the meeting, unharmed, or you can kiss your ass goodbye. So much for avoiding violence. Not that I believed he would.
“What are you doing?” She turns to me, watching from the doorway after I’ve followed her to the bathroom, and folds her arms over her chest. “What? You need to guard me again?”
“After the stunt you pulled last night? Would you blame me?” The question takes some of the wind out of her sails. Her shoulders drop along with her gaze. “It just so happens I could use a shower myself.”
That did it. Her bottom lip almost disappears under her teeth. She can’t pretend. Her craving for me outweighs anything negative she feels. She isn’t strong enough to fight it. Neither am I.
“You could wait your turn.” So she wants to drag this out?
She seems to lose her nerve when I drop the soft cotton pants I wore to bed, leaving me naked in her presence.
The telltale flicker of her gaze darting down to my swinging cock is a dead giveaway.
Maybe I’m not playing fair, but there’s nothing fair about any of this.
“When you have a bad habit of trying to run away? I don’t think so.” When she doesn’t move, I go around her, forcing her to step aside while I turn on the shower.
“Fine.” She joins me, and instantly it feels like the temperature of the water has changed. I don’t know who is daring who anymore. I only know the need to touch her is almost too much to live with as I watch her go through the motions of soaking her hair, then using my shampoo to wash it.
Every move she makes sends water splashing, rolling down her skin, soon mixing with the suds from her hair.
I’m in a trance, unable to peel my gaze away from the mesmerizing show.
Not even when she catches me watching and gives me a heated glare.
“Is this why you wanted to be in here? To watch me do this again?”
Her body tells a different story that has nothing to do with her tart words. “I think you enjoy it.”
“I think you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she retorts, finishing her rinse, tipping her head so her hair is slicked back against her head.
I know what I’m talking about, because I can smell her arousal. She is completely aware of my attention, and she likes it. She can’t deny it no matter how she argues. Her body will always give her away.
And it almost drives me to the brink of insanity, because I can’t claim her.
How easy it would be, too. She would give in because this is meant to be.
She’s as powerless as I am against fate.
My cock surges now, twitching every time a wave of her sweet, musky arousal reaches me.
I want to bury my nose in her and breathe deep, soaking her into my soul.
My fists clench and my teeth grind, and I’m sure this is the end.
I’m going to lose my soul over this girl.
She gasps when I make my move. “What are you doing?” I barely know myself, which is why I don’t answer in words.
Instead, I lower myself to my knees on the wet tile, giving her no choice but to back up against the wall.
The scent is stronger now, and a growl stirs in my throat as I lift one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder.
And now nothing could stop me. I would kill anyone who tried to keep me from soaking in her heady aroma. She whimpers when my breath hits her skin, bearing down and spreading her legs wider. She’s as helpless as I am, unable to stop this.
All it takes is one taste of her, and I’m an addict.
Her sweetness dances across my tongue as I indulge again, sliding through her hot, slick folds, licking up the wetness that flows from her like a river.
Her hands find the back of my head, and she clutches tight, nails grazing my scalp, tugging my hair, adding to the sensations sizzling through me.
But it’s the sound of her that keeps me going, that makes me want more. The high-pitched whimpers. The deep, guttural moans. “Kyran…” she almost sobs, shaking from the force of what no one has ever made her feel before. And there’s so much more I want to show her.
For now, I settle for teasing her clit with my tongue, flicking it in quick, short strokes that make her grind her hips against my face.
“Oh, god, yes!” she cries, grinding harder, searching for relief while I eat her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do.
The scruff of my beard chafes her thighs, and her nails sink into my shoulders hard enough to make pain and pleasure fight for control.
And still, I feast on her, determined to get my fill of her fresh, juicy pussy.
“Oh, god,” she sobs, frantic. “Oh, don’t stop… Don’t stop!”
Then a flood coats my chin while she shudders, whimpering in the aftermath. And I hold on, lapping up every drop, teasing out the aftershocks of her pleasure until she releases a deep, satisfied sigh.
While I’m anything but satisfied.