Night turns to day when a blast of lightning gives me the chance to see him for the first time. And he’s fucking stunning.
Like a camera flash, the night plunges dark again, but now that I’ve seen him, I can’t unsee him. But then the clouds move, letting me stare up into a pair of the deepest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. The colour of his eyes might be brown, but that’s like saying honey is sweet. I never realised brown had so many hues and tones—rich like chocolate, deep like amber, and evoking a sense of strength and dependability.
Seriously, if the sky fell down around us, I’m not sure I would notice, because the Alpha with the deep brown eyes full of dangerous seduction and raw power, with his bourbon scent and stronghold over my body, is the only thing in my world.
Instead of righting us he keeps me wrapped in his arms and suspended in mid-air. His eyes are full of promises that his body and touch reinforce—raw power ingrained with courage and steely determination. He feels like a missing piece of me.
As much as I stare, he does too. Not that it matters, the both of us are caught completely unawares. In truth, I all but devour him with the way I look over every inch of him, chasing the tease of freckles and lines I only saw quickly before when the lightning gave us our first proper view.
You’d have to be dead not to get caught up in him; he radiates that whole hot-as-fuck, bad-boy persona, ready to slay the world—or at least live it the way he wants. Though maybe not a boy, he’s well and truly an Alpha in his prime, and he’s aged to perfection.
“You good, killer?” he asks. His question comes across like a rumbly growl, and he smiles as he talks. And it might be the strangely romantic scene we’re both in with the rain falling over us, or it might just be him, but when he does smile, I swear I’ve never seen a more attractive Alpha in my life.
His head tips slightly as he waits for me to answer, but truth be told I’m liking where I am—in his arms, and his orbit—so I take my time before I reply. He knows I’m stalling too; the glittering of his brown eyes is as telling as his ripening bourbon scent.
“You seriously gonna leave me hanging, killer?” he asks after a few more drawn out, overly heated and protracted moments.
His plush lips twist and he fucking smirks knowing how muddled I am. Then he makes our moment even more memorable by blowing a deep exhale of his heavenly scent over my face. And this close, his scent matches the colour of his eyes—a combination of lots of different notes: grainy, wood, and fruity, along with the slightest hints of creamy, buttery caramel, and fresh cut grass. A completely intoxicating combination of aromas strong enough to make my head spin like I’m half-sloshed.
“Killer?” I snort once his name for me reaches past the fog of my dulled senses. And like usual, my snort is loud, loud enough to be heard over the teeming rain and rumbling thunder.
He shocks the pants off me when instead of letting me up again, he leans closer to drag his nose over my throat.
Any person would have to be dead not to respond. Since I’m alive and kicking, single and eager, I don’t even bother suppressing a small helpless moan as he obliterates my panties in a single, yet very Alpha-minded gesture. But he’s not done. His arms only tighten when I shiver before he takes it up another notch, keeping his nose plastered to my wet skin and sweeping it all the way back up to my ear. And the fucking bad boy ends our somewhat strange, slightly inappropriate but hot as fuck first meet and greet by chuckling filthy dirty in my ear.
Not a funny ha-ha laugh either. Oh no, this Alpha’s laugh is full of hard-core ‘I will be in your body, rubbing my claim over every inch of you’ innuendo. And predatory ownership, which works for me on every level.
My sugary sweet, bubble-gum scent leaks and saturates the air, inviting him to respond accordingly. His rich and warm bourbon scent rains over me, strong enough to have my nipples aching and my core throbbing. And yeah, you should read everything into that.
Our bodies are doing the talking, somewhat aggressively too. And it’s not hard to put two and two together.
I just met my scent-matched Alpha.
In one move, he pulls us back up to standing. Kind of disappointing if you ask me.
When he takes another step away after he makes sure I’m not going to do a Bambi on him again, I have to fight like a ravenous bitch to swallow down a forlorn whine, making me bite my lips.
The distance he puts between us does nothing to dispel the wildness of the moment. It seriously feels like I’ve been zappedby static electricity—everything is heightened. Deliciously so. Okay, maybe I do pull my shoulders back, push my titties up and pop a hip, but he needs to know what he’s working for. Right?
He chuckles that dirty fucking laugh again, dragging us out of our dirty Boons & Mills moment, feeding the lusty fantasy that is growing and playing out in my head. One of him bareback, taking me from behind, his callused hands bruising my hips with how hard he works.
The sudden lack of noise from him, and the eerie stillness that descends over us, stops my erotic daydream and brings me right back to reality. Although, by the look on his face, he’s got similar images swirling in his thoughts.
I can read it in the tightness of his muscles, the grit of his jaw, and the outline of his hardness pressing against the front of his jeans.
I’d happily watch him climb out of those wet jeans, but sadly he doesn’t. Instead, he swipes a hand over his hair, taking it all off his face, and it makes him even more stunning.
And he was fucking gorgeous to start with. But now I see more of him. He’s older than me, and way taller too. Standing straight, I’m not sure I’d come up to his shoulder and that’s despite the fact I was gifted legs that go on for days.
His eyebrows tip up in question.
“What?” I ask, not bothering to sound sweet and innocent because now I’m turned-on and frustrated.
He throws his hand up towards the sky. I was right, he’s gigantic—like Thor proportioned, and he’s now slightly pissed off for some reason. “It’s bucketing down, making visibility fucking zilch, and you’re stopped in the middle of the road.”
“I hit a squirrel!” I squawk, pointing to the sad evidence splattered over the road.
But he’s not looking at the squirrel, he’s back to looking at me like he’s still seeing a mirage, and he’s thirsty. Which does a lotfor a girl. I drop back onto my hip and extend a leg out in front this time. His eyes take a slow burning loop of my body again before he gives me a look that has me both blushing even more and explaining myself in a rush of breathy words.
