“Good?” he asked.
“Amazing,” I said.
“It’s filling yet light. So you won’t get an upset stomach when I fuck you,” he said. I almost choked.
“Dane!” I gasped.
“That’s not what you call me,” he said darkly. I was choking now. He handed me a glass of water and I sipped.
Speaking of choking…
“Did you let him go?” I asked.
“No,” he said, knowing who I was talking about.
“Why not?”
“My anger doesn’t disappear because you told me he didn’t touch you. Once the volcano starts to erupt, it doesn’t just calm down,” Dane said.
“Did you compare yourself to a volcano?” I asked. The devil smiled, and I was putty in his hands. Dane was lethal. Would I be able to leave this unscathed?
“Alphas are dangerous. A drunk one?” he shook his head.
“Do you expect every Alpha not to drink because they’re dangerous?” I asked.
“You never should have been at that party,” he grunted.
“Are you telling me you don’t go to parties?” I asked.
“I don’t drink,” he said.
That caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure what to say, and it shouldn’t have been a turn on. My ex drank a lot.
“I didn’t know you were my boyfriend,” I said.
“What?” He asked.
“Last night you pulled a boyfriend move. Are you an Alphahole?” I asked.
“I’ve been called one before,” he teased.
“Oh, I bet,” I laughed.
“Hey now,” he pretended to be offended.
Breakfast went quickly. When I got up to do the dishes, he told me there was no need. I followed him out, reaching a living room with windows for walls and a massive fireplace along the other. The largest sectional I’d seen, the size of two sectionals, sat opposite the fire. There was a large rug in the middle and he strode across the room, taking a seat on a large leather throne. He moved so quickly; I was still standing on the opposite side of the room. My eyes dropped to his chiseled, inked abs. I took a few steps when his voice rang out.
“Stop,” he ordered. My legs locked. My fingers scrunched the material of his shirt at my sides.
“Get on your knees, Babygirl,” Dane’s deep voice ordered from the other side of the room.
Tribute
One beat, then two passed. My jaw dropped as his words registered. My brows flew into my hairline. I waited for Dane to laugh, to admit this was a joke. In my books, this was the part where I would have squealed and kicked my legs against the mattress.
Reality refused to align. Part of me wanted to run, but the silence stretched, and I realized—it was real. This was happening.
He didn’t motion me closer. He just waited.
