Page 2 of Abandoned By My Alpha Husband

He suddenly growled, voice low, clearly suppressing pain. He didn't even open his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I immediately stepped back. "The wine's here. If you need anything—"

Before I could finish, he suddenly looked down, eyes locking on me.

My breath stopped.

He was beautiful. Rare among werewolves. Supernatural creatures—vampires, elves—were born gorgeous to lure humans. Werewolves conquered with strength, not looks. But him—he looked like the sculptures I'd seen in art class. My face burned hotter.

Those eyes watching me were deep gray, but now tinged with an unnatural red, pupils dilated, whites shot through with blood. His gaze was strange—confused at first, then suddenly focused, then something I couldn't understand. Shock.

His nostrils flared violently.

"You..." He sat up from the sofa, movements unstable, like it took all his strength. "What is that... smell on you..."

I took another step back, pulse quickening. "It's fragrance, sir. Lavender and sandalwood. If you don't like it, I can—"

"No." He cut me off, voice hoarse and terrible. "Not that... underneath... there's something else..."

He suddenly stood. His tall frame seemed especially oppressive in the dim light. He came toward me, stumbling but purposeful.

"What the hell are you?" He grabbed me, lowered his head, and practically buried his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel his scorching breath on my skin, feel him inhaling deeply, like he wanted to breathe in every trace of my scent.

In that instant, I caught his scent.

Amber. And cedar.

Like they'd erupted from somewhere deep. My hands started shaking. A strange current ran down my spine, into my belly, into the inside of my thighs, turning fear into excitement.

My knees went weak. Heat flooded through my body, wetness coming without warning.

A voice echoed in my head, low and burning, like it was seeping from my bones.

Mine. Mine.

I didn't know what it was. Didn't know where the voice came from. But it was like a key, unlocking some switch in my body, like I'd been waiting too long and he'd finally arrived.

I cupped his face and kissed him hard.

Elena, what are you doing?

Every nerve, every cell screamed. I just pulled his neck closer and shoved away that last rational question. I clumsily pried at his teeth, then suddenly sucked his tongue, jumping into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. He instinctively caught me, fingers digging into my ass.

"You—" He panted low. "Fuck."

His hands started tearing at my clothes, mouth fumbling over my body. I'd never been touched by a man like this. I'd always kept my distance. Until now. The feel of his lips gave me goosebumps.

"Hmm!" I trembled. My uniform skirt slid up. I brushed against him, and it seemed to snap his last thread of control. He suddenly kissed me.

It was rough, clumsy, more like a beast tearing. His tongue forced my teeth apart, invaded my mouth, claimed every inch, making me drool. I wanted to bite him, but his hand grabbed my jaw, keeping my teeth from closing.

A strange heat suddenly spread from where he had touched. It felt like... electric currents surging through my veins, like every cell in my body had suddenly come alive. My heartbeat accelerated, breathing rapid, some unfamiliar craving waking deep in my belly.

He pressed me onto the sofa, hands braced on either side of me.

"Look at you..." He finally released my lips, those eyes glowing gold fixed on me, mouth quirking in a knowing smile. His hand slipped under my skirt, pressing through my underwear against that soft place never touched before.

"Already wet here."