“I’ll let you get changed.”
He leaves me, his steps stilted, the door shutting softly behind him. As soon as he’s gone, I drop my towel and quickly put his clothes on, inhaling the scent of his detergent.
This is making me unwell, mentally and physically. I’ve never been this obsessed with someone, especially an alpha. Usually, I’m able to use them for what they provide me and then leave. I’ve never wanted to actually stay.
I bite back a disgruntled moan as I grab a tissue from the adjoining bathroom, wiping myself up as best I can. I know it’s futile because I’m in his house, watching him, smelling him.
My undoing.
He’ll know the effect he has on my internal omega within seconds.
And yet, my feet still propel me forward and into the other room. I sip on my coffee to keep my mouth busy, but I have trouble swallowing when I see him on a ladder in the kitchen, changing out some kind of light fixture.
“You can sit anywhere you’d like,” he says, my eyes drifting down to that bit of skin on his stomach as he lifts his arms.
I finally get my throat to work, swallowing the coffee and nodding.
“Thanks.”
“Sure thing. How’s the coffee?”
“So good.” And it is. I’m not even lying. It’s better than the stuff I put in my special machine each morning. “Did you really roast these?”
“Yep, might even get a fancy machine one day to match yours.”
He grunts softly, sending a thrill through me, my hole growing unbearably slick.
Fuck. This is going to be a long fucking day. I should go home. I should work in peace in the city, but my body doesn’t let me. It knows what it wants. So, I just take a seat at the kitchen table and open my laptop.
The entire time I sit there, I’m assessing Glenn, who is still working in front of me. But it’s not like I can help it. He’s so fucking striking.
My skin grows warm, beads of sweat sitting at my hairline, and I force myself to look away, to put him out of my mind. But my gaze keeps sneaking back to him. My skin feels almost too tight, my cock throbbing.
Fuck, if this keeps up, I’m going to end up in heat.
I’m precariously close as it is. It’s been building for the past few days.
Putting on my glasses, I stare at my computer screen, forcing my fingers to move. And they do. Slowly at first, but eventually I get in the groove.
That is, until the power goes out. It jerks me from my concentration, and I blink wildly.
“Shit,” Glenn murmurs. “Let me go fire up the generator.”
Without waiting, he disappears outside, the rain and wind howling. I’m left in the dark, working with only the battery on my computer. It makes me think of that night—running through the woods, hoping an alpha would choose me, wondering if itwas all a mistake as they passed me, one by one. And then he appeared. He chased me.
Took me. Forced me.
I fucking loved it.
Suddenly, the lights flicker on and Glenn reappears, his shirt damp, water sluicing down his skin.
I blink over at him, trying not to moan out loud at the sight of him.
“Really is a bad storm.”
I nod, swallowing roughly.
“You may want to stay here tonight.”
