Page 84 of Brutal Alpha Beast
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“How did it go?” I ask her as I enter our cabin. Judging from the look on her face and the way she’s curled up on the couch, it didn’t go well.
To increase productivity, our hunters have been instructed to scour the woods daily in search of vines. This morning, I was excited to tell her that they’d found some—and Danielle had rushed over to inspect if they might be the ones we’re looking for.
I don’t ask her about the energies she’s been feeling, but I know she’s been getting more and more anxious as the days go on.
“Nothing magical about those vines,” she says. “I don’t think. Gosh, I don’t even know anymore.”
I settle beside her, and naturally, she drops her head against my chest.
I trace circles over the back of her arms.
“It’s fine,” I tell her. “Shit takes time.”
“But how much time?” She asks me, looking up with watery eyes. “Maybe those shifters were right to be suspicious. I mean, I feel like I don’t know what’s right anymore.”
Fuck, I want to kiss her.
“Tell me how I can make it better.”
She shakes her head. “You can’t.”
Her lips are closer to mine. “Just you being here, everything you’ve done for me, helps.”
I stroke my hand over her jaw. “I want to kiss you,” I say. “But I can tell myself to stop.”
She parts her lips a little, a hungry, desperate look in her eyes. My dick twitches. That look drives me insane, and she probably has no idea.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers.
I nod, and my heart beats ferociously as I edge closer to her. Our lips are practically touching now. She’s so close, her scent floods my nostrils, making my back muscles tense. I hear her breathing soft breaths, which tell me what she wants.
Then, I close my eyes. All I hear are our heartbeats and our breaths; time slows with an inexplicable intensity.
I want every version of Danielle.
The badass version, the anxious version, all of it. I wanther.
Danielle’s lips find me first, their pillowy softness drawing me in. Teasing me, begging me to claim her in all the ways that I want to.
I kiss her gently, running my hands down the back of her head as I pull her closer to me. I’m restrained; I temper down my wolf at first.
“Ellis,” she sighs. I look at her staring right through me with her mesmerizing, cat-like eyes. “I’m just so glad I have you. I don’t know what I’d do if...”
“Shh, “ I murmur, tracing my thumb around her face. Her eyes flutter closed beneath my touch, her lips open a little, welcoming me back in. “I’m glad I have you, too,” I tell her, kissing the side of her neck. I stay there a little while before I find my way back to her soft lips.
I frown as I kiss her, my heart and body straining in a way I can’t explain. My hand finds hers, our fingers interwining as we trace each other’s tongues.
Everything feels perfect this way, in unison, I don’t want it to ever stop. As we continue to kiss with a steady, cascading rhythm, I become desperate to explore her.
I ease her down onto the couch so that she’s lying flat. She opens her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly before me. The room is filled with a light glow that reflects perfectly off her expectant face.
I hover above her, kiss her lips again, then I trail my mouth over everywhere I can touch. Her neck, the back of her ears, her collarbone, her breasts. As I cup her breasts beneath my hands, she lets out a stifled soft moan.
She smells sweet—perfect.
No part of her skin is left unexplored as I trail my mouth over her. I want to taste every part. I want to take all her troubles away.
