Page 44 of Ruthless Alpha Beast
My wolf is raging, desperate to bring my lips just that little bit lower.
It’s like my dick is going to burst through my pants. I’ve never been this hard and not done anything about it.
“Fine,” she says.
The silence feels dangerous, like something’s about to break.
I can hear her every micro-movement down to the way she’s swallowing. I’m too aware of her breath.
But I can’t do this.
I release her arms from beneath me and roll down by her side. I gaze up at the ceiling.
We have an arrangement that is crucial to the well-being of my pack—I don’t want to do anything that might ruin that.
The silence wraps around us, tension heavy in the air. It’s electric.
I clear my throat.
“So, we have a big week ahead of us,” I say.
Our shoulders are still touching—not helping the situation, but it’s even more difficult not to touch. I don’t dare look, but I can also still hear how she’s feeling.
I can smell her pheromones.
“We do?” She stutters.
I’m hard. Why the fuck am I still hard?
“Yeah,” I mutter, clearing my throat and thinking about everything that we have to prepare ahead of the wedding. I have to get her properly acquainted with the pack, too—me leavinglike that as soon as she arrived definitely wasn’t the best start to things, but then again, what would have been?
She seems anxious, not overly anxious, but then again, it’s Tara, so who knows what she’s actually feeling.
I edge away ever so slightly so that we’re not touching anymore.
“Well, it’ll be the week of the wedding, and there’s a lot of crap to organize, unfortunately.”
“Oh,” she murmurs, getting up and walking toward the window. “There is? I thought since it’s not, you know, proper, we could just do some quick ceremony to get it over and done with?”
While my wolf is like an angry little child not getting its way, I’m personally relieved she stepped away. It gives me a chance to cool down.
And her reaction to our wedding plans makes things super clear if they weren’t already.
“Yeah,” I respond. “I’d like that too, obviously, but for all intents and purposes, this is the real deal, and we’ll have to do everything the official way.”
“Hmm,” she sighs.
A sneak glance at her silhouette, shadowed by the sunlight streaming in through the window. For the most part, my body has calmed down.
“Well,” she says. “I guess we can do the bare minimum, whatever that looks like in the shifter marriage world.”
“Yep.”
“And we’ll have to kiss again?”
“Yes, but subtly, just to seal the deal, so to speak.”
She’s still not looking at me; instead, she’s gazing out at our pack lands—clearly amused by something. Well, either that, or she’s ashamed by the way her body reacted to me on top of her earlier.
