She knewIwas her fate and didn’t let anyone touch her.
What am I supposed to do with that knowledge?
My beast is roaring with victory inside me, demanding I charge forward and take what’s mine.
Fuck.
The way she looked at my knot when I shadowed back in here… It was like she wanted to go to her knees and acquaint herself personally with my cock.
Only now I want to kneel for her. Pleasure her.Thank her.
Because she waited for me…
Every possessive instinct I harbor is both appeased and inflamed by that realization.
I watch as she picks up the bucket and sets it by the sink, her movements stiffer than they should be.
But I don’t even care what she’s trying to do or what she said about cleaning the fish.
All I want to do isdevourher.
I don’t walk into the kitchen, I shadow there, grab her hand before it can touch the contents of the bucket, and spin her around.
Her blue eyes blow wide, confusion crossing her features.
I don’t give her a chance to comment or question me. I simply do what I’ve wanted to do since the moment we first met.
I kiss her.
And I don’t kiss her nicely, either.
I kiss her with a passion that’s been brewing since the second I learned of her existence.
She thought I needed more time to process this.
Fuck, she couldn’t be more wrong.
I processed and accepted it the second I locked eyes with her photograph.
Some Alphas fight their fates. I have no desire in wasting time. And I show her that with my tongue. Let her taste me.Trulyknow me. Feel my interest. Mydesire.
She’s soft. Beautiful. Intelligent. Altruistic.
I would be insane not to want this. Not to wanther.
Releasing her hand, I reach up to palm her nape and pull her closer. All she’s wearing is one of my T-shirts, the fabric hanging around her like an oversized dress.
I know there’s nothing on beneath it, a fact that has my dick throbbing in response.
I’m hard.
Pretty sure I’ve been hard since she stared boldly at my knot.
“Fuck, Ashlyn,” I breathe against her mouth, my beast raging inside with intrinsic need. Controlling him will be impossible soon.
And I… I’m not sure what will happen when I let him go.
That’s the feral part of me that I fear. The one that’s far too like my father.
