Page 20 of Targeted By Temptation
Gods, wasourfamily business this messy? Maybe.
“Don’t worry. If I discover his debts, I’ll find the father,” Maynard assured me.
I’d prefer to find Kalen myself, though as much as Reign hated him, I doubted he’d give the go-ahead to kill the guy. The Stravons, on the other hand, were vicious fighters, with the battle wounds to prove it.
“Let us handle the politics, and your job is to protect your mate.” Boaz might be a hardass sometimes, or a lot of the time, but he was loyal to the family.
They wished me well and disappeared into the night. I waited until I could no longer hear them before picking up the food and lugging it back to the cabin.
I trudged inside, but Reign was still asleep. After locking the door and putting away the food—Lake must have been in charge of the snacks because we had an entire box full—I took my place near the door and studied my mate. His peaceful expression reassured me he hadn’t woken while I was gone, or been suffering nightmares.
Despite not knowing what Viktor was up to and wondering if my mate’s father was plotting to capture him, I was comfortedby being close to Reign. His enticing scent hovered around the cabin, and I imagined it was similar to a magic spell, protecting everyone within it.
How I wished that were true, but I did have a kind of magic.
Me!
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I fell back asleep, which was good. I needed it. So much had happened in such a short period of time, most of which I couldn’t even fully process. But one thing was for sure, there were going to be consequences, and I was going to need to deal with them.
It surprised me I was able to fall asleep at all since we arrived, much less with Ezra not being by my side. I struggled to sleep on a normal day. And this wasn’t that.
If you had asked me before I fell asleep what I’d dream about, it would have been being kidnapped by my father, forced into a toxic marriage to someone I wanted no part of a life with. But no, that wasn’t where my mind wandered. It went straight to Ezra. Maybe it was because he was no longer by my side and subconsciously I knew that, or possibly it was because I wished he was there. Not that it mattered which it was.
My dreams didn’t focus on being rescued from the storeroom or his wolf. I dreamed of kissing Ezra, and Ezra kissing me, and licking me, and nibbling on me, and sucking on me, and teasing my slick hole with his fingers, and begging me to be his. It wasthe sexiest dream I’d ever had, and I hated being torn from it. That was until I opened my eyes and saw the man of my literal dreams looking down at me.
His face was serious, filled with what I could only interpret as worry. He had something to say. Heck, he’d just talked to his brothers, he probably has a lot of somethings to say.
I didn’t care about any of that.
My cock was hard, images of my dream still flitted through my mind, and gods, he smelled good. I needed him like I’d never needed anyone in my life. I was hard and slick and oh so ready for his knot.
I was not an omega to be physical with anyone. I wouldn’t call it being shy, more reserved. But with him, all of that protectiveness was gone. All that was left was this magnetic pull I felt toward him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and yanked him to me, slamming my lips into his, owning them, devouring them. There was nothing soft or sweet about it. I needed him, and I needed him now. I didn’t have experience to fall back on, doing what felt right.
At first, he was frozen, letting me kiss him but not responding. A flash of fear slammed into me. Had I completely misjudged the situation?
But as I was about to pull away, he growled. Like full-on, his wolf was speaking through him, growl. It was hotter than the sun, and his chest was still vibrating against mine as he took over the kiss. He was no longer holding back. He kissed me like he owned me, and goddess, I wanted him to own me.
“Please, alpha, please take me. Alpha, I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he whispered, but then snapped away and shook his head. “We shouldn’t. We can’t.”
His words were telling a different story than his body, his eyes not fully human and his jeans tight.
“We can. We both want this… need this. I’m yours. Please want me to be yours.”
“Only mine.”
“Only yours.”
And the next thing I knew, the weight of him was on top of me. His hand on my cheek, his eyes meeting mine. “There is nothing casual about this for me. If there is for you, tell me now and we’ll stop.”
It wasn’t casual?His words echoed in my head.
