Page 25 of Alpha's Embrace
You’re stronger than this,I told myself. He’s a patient. Like a child.
But Misha, standing naked before me, was no child.
I wanted to advocate for his rights. For his life. But after all this—and I should have known after our first meeting, though I’d been in denial as to my response—I knew he could never go out into the world. Not the way he was.
We barely knew each other and here I was harboring dangerous thoughts of carrying him off, hiding him forever, having my way with him.
I was acting like a dangerous Alpha!
I turned away again.
I heard him walk toward me. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. I wanted him to approach. To reach out to me. But that could not happen.
By the gods, this should not have happened. I should never have taken this job. Only Alpha arrogance made me think I could be immune. Why? Just because I’d once had a tiny inkling of a bond as a teen? How could I be so stupid?
I took a step toward the door.
I heard a rustle of cloth. He had found the towels on the rack, fresh for today. He had found his robe. I could hear him and I wanted to take those towels and that robe and rub him all over with them, and then with my hands, my mouth, my tongue.
My balls ached.
“Geo.”
I wanted to tell him not to say my name again. I never liked my name. But out of his mouth, it sounded like a fancy endearment, intimate and cajoling. Filled to bursting with desperate hunger.
“Do you need to go back to your office?” he asked.
My back to him, I replied, “Yes.”
“Can I see your office?”
“Maybe another day. I have a lot of work to do.” No! That wasn’t what I wanted. I needed him to come with me. To my office and everywhere I went from now on. I wanted to take him over the desk, and against the window that faced the eastern mountain range that turned purple at sunset. I want to possess him in the dim light of my office corners, and on the black rug that lay right before the doorway. I wanted him bent over and in my mouth all at the same time. I needed to put my cock in his every orifice. I would knot him in the mouth, and in the firm grip of his ass. I wanted nothing more than to own him.
This was so wrong!
I forced my legs to move. Away from the bathing room. Away from him.
I heard him say my name one more time. Almost a whisper.
That tone swam through the air toward me, curved its way through my skin and into me, settling on my heart.
I had no memory of how I made it to the hall, but I spoke to the two guards there.
“Allow him to go where he wishes. Make sure he comes to no harm.”
Then I fled.
When I got to my office reception area, Tory started to stand and speak.
I said, “Not now.”
I nearly crashed through my door, closed it behind me and locked it. My breaths came deep and long. My muscles screamed at the tension. My cock strained for release.
I rushed through to my private bathroom, unfastened my pants, and at the first touch of my hand to my shaft, came hard, aiming as best I could for the toilet.
My head fell back. With my free hand, I grabbed the sink for balance.
Gods, I was burning by the time I was finished. But I wasn’t in the Burn.
