Page 8 of Rejected By My Shadow Alpha
I kissed him back. Goddess help me, I wanted more. But reality sliced through desire, sharp and cruel. I pulled away, breathless. "We can't."
"We already did."
I shook my head, taking a step back. "Someone could see…"
He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped back and extended his hand. "Come."
I stared at it. "You think I'm just going to follow you like some helpless little…?"
"Come, Ruby."
The way he said my name…My body moved before my pride could stop it because some part of me, wild and wolf and woman, wanted to follow him. And so, I did. He led me down the hall, past closed doors and portraits of dead donors, until we reached the resting lounges, private rooms for on-call doctors. He opened one.
I stepped in, and the door clicked shut behind me. The silence between us cracked open like a dam breaking. In the next heartbeat, Drew was on me, his mouth crashing into mine with a rawness that stole the breath from my lungs. His kisses weren'tcareful. It wasn't cautious. It was desperate and hungry, like he'd been starving for me for years.
And Goddess help me, I kissed him back.
My hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him like I would fall apart if I let go. He tasted like intoxicating wine, dizzy and arousing. His lips molded to mine with urgency, but there was something else, too, a reverence that stole into each stroke of his tongue.
My back hit the wall, and I moaned into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed me like he needed this to breathe.
"Drew…" I gasped, voice trembling. "You…"
"I tried," he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine, breath ragged. "I fucking tried to stay away from you."
His hands skimmed down my sides, slow, reverent, and shaking slightly as if even touching me unraveled him. He slid the zipper of my dress down, and I shivered when the fabric fell away, pooling around my feet.
He stepped back just enough to look at me, bare, vulnerable, and wanting.
"Beautiful," he whispered, voice hoarse. "You're so damn beautiful, Ruby."
I stood there trembling, my heart pounding and skin aflame as his gaze devoured me. Then his hands came to my waist, and he guided me gently toward the bed. My legs moved of their own accord, and breathless desire curled inside me like a living flame. He laid me down like I was precious, his body blanketing mine as he kissed me again, softer this time, but no less intense. His lips moved from my mouth to my jaw, down the column of my throat, and then lower, worshiping every inch of my skin with lips and hands that made my body arch and ache.
"Goddess, Drew…" I whimpered, threading my fingers through his hair as he took one of my breasts into his mouth,suckling gently. Pleasure rippled through me, hot and alive, and when he switched to the other, teasing me with his tongue, I moaned shamelessly. His touch was everywhere, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing me. I gasped when his fingers slid between my thighs, stroking over the slick ache there.
"You're soaked," he rasped, voice full of awe. "I want you, Ruby."
"Ohh," I moaned, bucking into his hand, his words heightening my pleasure.
He kissed me again, deep and consuming, while he stroked me in slow, torturous circles that had my hips lifting off the bed. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed a finger inside me, then another, curling them just right. I came undone in his hands, crying out his name. He kissed me through it—kisses that felt like devotion, like oneness, like he was pouring all the things he couldn't say into my mouth.
As I trembled beneath him, he undressed, his eyes never leaving mine. There was something different now, softer in his gaze and fiercer in his restraint. He wasn't just hungry, he was gentle, like I mattered, like this mattered. Drew climbed onto the bed, between my parted thighs, and cupped my face. "Do you want this?" he whispered, voice almost broken.
I nodded, too full of emotion to speak. "Please," I breathed. There was no going back now.
He kissed me again, and then he entered me; slowly, gently, inch by inch, filling me completely. We both moaned at the contact, the connection. My arms wrapped around his back, holding him to me, as our bodies moved in rhythm, finding each other again and again.
He whispered my name like a prayer. I clung to him like he was my lifeline. It wasn't just sex. It was everything. His pace was slow but deep, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.White hot pleasure rippled before my eyes, and I moaned aloud, thrusting my hips and urging him to go deeper. Drew increased his pace, each thrust hitting my pleasure spot. I screamed and held him tight. Then his wolf stirred, mine answered. The bond shimmered between us, electric and ancient.
My wolf purred, begging to be marked. Drew's wolf reached for mine. He growled, and I felt it—heat, pain, and pleasure all colliding as his canines nicked the curve where my neck met shoulder.
Was he going to mark me?
"Ruby…" he whispered, his breath catching.
His canines lengthened, and as he thrust into me one last time, his teeth sank into the curve of my neck. The pain was laced with pleasure, sharp and euphoric. I gasped, and a cry tore from my throat as my orgasm slammed into me, wild and consuming. Drew groaned, his body trembling as he spilled into me, his wolf sealing the bond with mine.
Everything changed.
