“I thought it,” Delilah counters, then sighs as I pull her closer. “It’s nothing, it really was just relief, and confirmation, too.”
“Confirmation of what?”
“Just…everything that's happened these past few weeks. I was so stuck in my head that for a while, I had these dark thoughts about the prince. It was very brief, but everyone was suspicious in my mind at the time. On his last night in Scarborough, I thought he was implying thathewas jealous of you being married to me. I'm just relieved now that I probably made that all up in my head, just like I did everything else.”
“Well, I don't mind it,” I chuckle as I playfully squeeze her butt, smirking mischievously. “The prince is allowed to be jealous of me. He might be getting married, but he's not marrying the best she-wolf and witch on earth.”
“Oh, stop!” Delilah blushes as I pull her closer, allowing her to feel the effects of what she does to me simply by breathing. “You have to start remembering that you're gonna be this pack's alpha soon. Alpha Hunter…I like the sound of it,” she purrs before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes glimmering with seduction.
“Hmm…I'm gonna need to start getting used to hearing you call me that…” I drawl, leaning in when she pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.
“Okay, Alpha Hunter…” Delilah giggles, and I groan when arousal strains at the confines of my jeans.
“Delilah…” I warn, noting the way she giggles and blushes while swaying, creating gentle movement against my prominent bulge.
“What, Alpha Hunter…?” she whispers seductively, and I slide my fingers to her neck in warning.
Nothing could have prepared me for this—the moment I'd become the alpha of my wife's pack, and she'd have to call me by my rank.
Hearing it come from her lips is a thrill I wasn't expecting, but somehow it has me as hard as ever. I don't have any control when it comes to Delilah, and it's like she's teasing me about it, giving me enough rope to see what I'll do with it.
I have to be as smart as any alpha, and that rope will be used to bind her wrists while I do what I want with her body. Even if it's for a short while until she has control again.
That's why I push her into the cottage, conquering her lips with a feverish kiss, my tongue dominating her mouth. She relinquishes power without putting up a fight, as if she's enjoying me being in control.
But what is my power without Delilah?
That's why I drop to my knees in front of her, burying my face underneath her skirt and between her thighs, drinking in her sweet, slick essence like it's sustenance while she sings for me with her moans.
Her fingers are threaded through my hair as she rocks her hips on my face, dancing to the rhythm of my tongue until her orgasm explodes through her, and I'm there to serve her.
Like when she collapses into my arms, and I nimbly catch her, then sweep her off her feet, our lips meeting again so she can taste herself on my tongue. I may be given enough rope to make me believe that I'm in charge, but when it comes to Delilah and me, she's the one who calls the shots.
And I like it that way.
“Tell me what you want,” I drawl against her lips when we enter the bedroom.
“I think you already know what I need,” Delilah sighs, keeping her head pressed on my shoulder as she allows me another moment to lead.
As I close the door behind us, I get an idea to take all her stress away, and not have her worry about Gwen or the warlock or anything that doesn't serve her tonight.
I gently lay her on the bed, then head to the bathroom to run the bath. Just as I get a towel out from the cabinet, I shut the door to find her standing behind it.
Naked.
“If you waited, I'd have carried you into the bath,” I chuckle, and Delilah steps forward and wraps her arms around my neck, her body hot and tempting in my hands.
“I'm impatient tonight,” she admits. “I need you inside me.”
I smirk when she crushes her lips to mine, feeling a sense of accomplishment because inevitably, this is how it should be.
Delilah is always going to be in charge, and as she helps me undress, devouring me with hungry kisses until I'm balls deep inside her, I'm struck with another profound thought.
I love my life in Scarborough.
I love my life with Delilah.
I love everything about her.
