Page 13 of Snowbound with the Alpha Wolf
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After eating dinner,she fell into an exhausted sleep. Darcy woke at dawn, her usual routine. Hard to break after three years with Ella, watching over her, making sure she stayedsafe.
Dreams were rare for her kind. They lived in the reality of now, not the shadows of theirimagination. But last night she’d dreamed of Adrian, his powerful body mounting hers, the burning intensity of his gaze as he took her, hard andfast.
She needed a shower. A shower and coffee. Surely they served coffee aroundhere.
After a shower and dressing in white shorts and a blue-and-green striped top, she went into the kitchen, made a fresh pot. When it was ready, Darcy pouredherself a mug, addedcream.
Taking her cup, she went outside to the front porch, breathing in the fresh, damp air. A hint of a chill lingered, quite enjoyable after the stale air conditioning in the house. A necessity for Florida’s warmth, but Darcy preferred the openoutdoors.
She sat on a white wicker chair, sipping the brew, enjoying the jolt to her already stimulatedsystem.
Birds chirped in the nearby trees as the leaden sky sluggishly gave way to rose and purple streaks of dawn. She heard a spinning sound and jerked her head to theright.
Wow. Her mouth watered. Dressed in a black racing suit that covered his arms and powerful thighs, he rode with incredible speed toward thehouse.
Adrian pedaled with smooth grace then came into the curved driveand stopped, dismounting in a fluid move. Her breathhitched.
Everything about him screamed sex. Sex on a stick. On a pricey racing bike she knew cost more than most people made in six months. Sex infur.
Each curve of his strong calves, the powerful bunches of muscles on his thick thighs, the arc of biceps and the rippling abdominal six-pack, was a walking billboard for femalesto sigh and coo and strip, offering their naked bodies for hispleasure.
And yet this lethal wolf wanted only one woman in his bed—her.
Flattery will get younowhere.
He removed his black bike helmet, muscles working beneath the sheen of black Lycra. One foot propped up on the railing before her, shewaited.
Adrian lifted the bike and carried it to the porch then setit down, next to his helmet. He strode over to her, gave the foot on the railing a pointedlook.
Taking her time, she set her footdown.
“Enjoy your exercise?” sheasked.
“Always. Every morning.” He wiped sweat off his brow with the back of hishand.
She could see how riding appealed to Adrian, plotting out routes and timing, with various goals to meet. He had a meticulous,methodical nature as an alpha, not given to impulses and spontaneity. Oh, she suspected he could make a decision quickly, without regrets. But Adrian was a planner. He’d planned to ensnare her from the moment they’dmet.
“You ride because you’re soprecise.”
Adrian shook his head. “I ride because it gives me time alone tothink.”
This revelation surprised her. Then again,she was a loner, and Adrian led a large pack of werewolves. He’d have little privacy, and the amount he had, he mustcherish.
He glanced around. “Have you broken your fastyet?”
At her headshake, he opened the front door. “I need a shower first. Then allow me to prepare a small feast for you. Few are up at this time ofmorning.”
Maybe he’d worked up a sweat, but she likedhim like this, his chocolate brown hair in disarray, his toned body perspiring and smelling like male musk and the unique fragrance of spices andAdrian.
It made him a little more…human.Approachable.
Barely had they reached the kitchen when his cell phonebuzzed.
Muttering a curse, he replaced the phone back on his belt. Adrian bowed to her. “I apologize for my foul words,Darcy. I have an emergency I must attend to. One of my people is givingbirth.”
“Needhelp?”
