Page 13 of Claimed By the Wolf
“Let’s go,” I hiss.
I grab her arm and hustle her toward the alley behind her house, the touch of her bare arm flooding me with another wave of emotions.
I can’t contain myself.
I want to push her up against the building and crush my lips to hers, to taste her mouth and press my body fully against her. I want to rip her clothes off and ravage her against the brick wall, witnesses be damned.
A fugue of lust overrides every part of my common sense, my chest heaving.
I step closer.
I want—no—needto fuck her right then and there. My cock presses ruthlessly against the fabric of my pants.
But of course, I don’t dare. I can’t. I wouldn’t.
This is an absolute shitshow.
Ensuring no one is around, I yank her fully out of view and into the veiled darkness of the alleyway, struggling to overcome the attraction.
No. Not attraction.
Magnetism. Collision. I’m going to explode if I don’t get away from her fast.
But I can’t, not yet… not when we’ve only just found each other.
“I don’t understand,” she rasps. “We never… I never… How?”
Her sputtering echoes my thoughts, but I dig into the recesses of my sensible mind. I am the Alpha. I have to keep it together.
“Your birthday,” I surmise, fighting to think through the fog of desire. “It must have triggered the bond.”
I take a full step back, willing my pulse to settle as I avoid her steadfast, pleading look. She licks her lips, and every movement is torture.
She’s Brynn, though. Brax’s little sister.
But that’s not the worst of it.
I realize I’ve leaned into her again, and I force myself back, her succulent scent overtaking me. Taking two full steps back this time, I cross my arms to keep myself from touching her unintentionally, my body vibrating.
Helplessly, she wrings her hands. “What are we going to do?”
The question finally grounds me in reality.
There is only one thing wecando.
“Nothing!” I snap, angrily. “What are you even asking?”
Hurt floods her face, and I regret my tone instantly, but I don’t apologize. I’m not mad at her, but I just can’t believe this entire situation. Of course we can’t do anything.
She’s promised to Emeric, and she’s Brax’s little sister! None of this is viable!
“Just… just go back to your party,” I tell her gruffly. “Forget this ever happened. Tell absolutely no one about it! No one! Do you hear me, Brynn?”
She visibly swallows, but when her eyes lock on mine again, another surge of heat rushes through me.
“You understand how bad it will be if anyone finds out?” I growl, but the question is rhetorical.
She bobs her head again, and I stare at her face, unable to look away.
