Page 162 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha
“Who was it?” Night asked, his voice rougher as he grew serious.
“Samson and Harlon.”
“Oh.” I crossed my legs under the table and set my chin in my hand. “They approached me a few days ago. They made a few threats.”
“What?” Night’s attention snapped back to me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew it was all talk.”
“Bryn, they might have been serious?—”
“I know, I know what you’re going to say, Night, but I think it’s apparent that we’ve both kept a few secrets from each other.”
His mouth shut after I said that.
Evan stepped back. The slightly amused smile was back on his face. “I think I’ll take that as my sign to leave…if you have no further orders for me, Night.”
“No, nothing further,” he replied without looking. “You’ve got the rest of the night off.”
When Evan walked away, Night leaned closer to me. “I wish you’d told me about them, Bryn. Maybe I could’ve done something.”
“I wish you’d told me about the people leaving,” I retorted. “Maybe I could have done something.”
We stared hard at each other for a few seconds until I let my annoyance roll off of me. I felt it drip from my shoulders, down my arms, and to the ground below. When it was gone, I held Night’s face in my hands.
“I think the reason we’re so worked up about this is because we’re all wound up inotherways,” I told him.
He caught my drift. I watched his own frustration begin to melt out of his expression, replaced with understanding and a focused hunger.
“Let’s not fight about this now, Night,” I went on. “We have the rest of our lives to talk and fight and confess our secrets to each other, but tonight?” I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “I just want to focus on you and me.”
“I want to go back to the cabin.” His voice was little more than a growling whisper. “Now.”
“Then let’s go.”
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NIGHT
The two of us slipped away while no one was looking.
We melted into the darkness, both of us laughing, drunk on each other’s closeness. I couldn’t keep my hands off Bryn. Whether it was her wrist or her hip, or that perfect ass, there wasn’t a part of her that I didn’t covet. She was just as eager, pulling at my shirt or my hand, or running her hands over my chest.
With all of that touching, we didn’t make it all the way to the cabin.
Bryn, giggling, pulled me slightly into the woods at our right, away from any passersby. She leaned back against an oak tree and tugged me along with her by my shirt. I caught myself, my forearm pressed to the trunk above her head, and my lips found hers as if by magic.
She was amazing, and free, and warm. She tasted and smelled like the sweetest rose. My cock strained against my pants as she unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it down over my shoulders. Every brush of her skin had me panting with need. It was just the twoof us out here, with only crickets and the fluttering of moth’s wings to keep us company.
“I’m in love with you,” I told her between kisses. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
My little wild thing leapt up and wrapped her legs around my waist. She ground herself against me and I moaned low into her mouth. Electric pleasure pulsed along my skin, raising goosebumps, stoking lust.
“Show me right here,” she begged, grinding again. “Right now.”
I pressed biting kisses down her jaw and over her neck. I licked the spot of my claiming bite, and we both shivered at the sweet ecstasy.
One of my hands cupped her ass, the other caressed up and down her thigh. I inched higher and higher, eager to find the waistband of her panties so I could make her scream my name loud enough to wake the entire compound.
