Page 87 of Night Sector
The Alpha wasn’t following.
No, no. He had to come, too. I… I needed his purr. His aroma.His blood.
He slid from my nest, his expression emotionless as he stepped forward.
Had he discerned my needs from my actions? Or had he read my mind?
I wasn’t sure. Nor did I care.
What mattered was his presence, his protection, his alluring fragrance.
I moved toward him to press my nose to his chest, my inhale deep and purposeful as I indulged in his essence. Even that hint of blood on his skin was heavenly.
Wrapping my hand around his, I pulled him with me toward the adjoining bathroom and started a shower. The tub was too small for him, let alone both of us. So a shower would have to do.
He said nothing as I prepared the water, finding the right temperature. Then I stepped inside and stared at him expectantly. He needed to remove those boxer shorts. I wasn’t sure why he had them on anyway.
When did he put them on?I wondered.Or… wait… wasn’t he wearing… jeans?
Everything from the last few… however long it’d been… was muddled together. Reminiscent of a dream.
Actually, it still very much felt like a dream now.
But at least I wasn’t on fire anymore.
Just hungry.Make that starving.
His jaw ticked, his dark eyes staring down at me with a whirlwind of emotions. “Who am I?” he asked me after a few seconds.
My eyebrows came down, the question not making sense to me. “Alpha.”
He shook his head. “Lorcan.”
There was that word again.
Rather, hisname.
Lorcan, the Elite,I thought.
My wolf rumbled in approval inside, reminding me of a time she’d played with her Alpha on the ice. Rolling around. Bumping his side.Curling into a ball to snuggle in the ice cave.
The water rained down around me as the memories spun through my mind.
Only for a more recent moment to take over next.Me on the bed. Spreading my legs. Ruby-red eyes. Fangs.
I shuddered and grabbed the soap, suddenly feeling the need to scrub at my skin.Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
The Alpha stepped in with me, his boxer shorts still in place.
Such a tease. Because I could see the outline of his impressive knot and Ivery muchwanted a taste of it.
But I needed to rid myself of this stench first.
Clean myself. Bathe in the scent of this Alpha.Bite him.
He took the soap from me and lathered it against my skin, helping me to chase away the scent of the other Alpha. The wrong one. The one who made my stomach twist with dread.
I swallowed as this Alpha went to his knees, his gaze intent on my thighs, his touch purposeful yet hot. It made me want to draw his hands up higher, right to the apex between my legs.
