Page 32 of Alpha Brock
Then I see it- a flash of brown fur on the other side of the clearing. A wolf running by, but I already know it isn’t one of mine. I immediately spring forward, taking off in pursuit of the potential intruder. It doesn’t take long for me to catch up- I’m clearly faster, and once I get a good visual of the stranger, I can see that I’m a lot larger as well. My heart is racing as I draw closer- I can tell by its scent that it’s definitely not a Riverton wolf, though the scent seems familiar somehow. In my adrenaline-fueled haze, I can’t quite place it, but it doesn’t really matter at this point because my priority is protecting my pack; I’ll act first and ask questions later.
Once I’m within striking distance, I pounce on the other wolf’s back, sinking my teeth into the scruff of its neck. It yelps, rolling out from underneath me quickly, getting away easily due to its small size. I’m about to lunge for it again when the air shimmers, the wolf’s bones snapping and rearranging until there’s a human figure crouched where it once stood. A human figure with caramel skin, light brown curls, and a body that won’t quit. I force my own wolf to recede, shifting to my human form and rising to stand once the transition is complete.
“Astrid?” I blink through the dark, staring at the frightened girl crouched a few feet away.
“Jeez,” she hisses, pushing up on shaky legs and clutching the back of her neck with a hand. “I know you like it rough, but did you really have to bite me?”
She takes a step forward out of the shadows, the pale light of the crescent moon softly illuminating her bare body. As soon as my eyes fall upon her naked form, I’ve got an instant boner. She’s a fucking goddess- slim waist, full hips, and the most gorgeous pair of tits I’ve ever seen. They aren’t huge, but they aren’t tiny either- they look like they’d be a perfect handful, topped with dusky little nipples that are getting harder by the second as they’re exposed to the crisp autumn air. The sight of her like this catches me off guard, and I practically have to pick my jaw up off of the floor and wipe the drool from my chin before I can form a coherent thought or get a single word out.
Astrid is staring at me expectantly and I can’t even remember what she asked; my mind turned to mush the second I saw her naked. I drag my eyes back up to her face- her fuckingbeautifulface- and draw a shallow breath, trying to get my shit together. She winces as she rubs the back of her neck again and I’m instantly remorseful. I could’ve really hurt her. Watching Astrid, realizing what could’ve happened, anger flickers inside of me.
“I could’ve fucking killed you,” I growl, my lips drawing into a frown. “Why the fuck are you out here?”
Astrid shakes her head, chuckling wryly. “Do you always kill first and ask questions later?”
“Most of the time, yes,” I answer, deadpan.
Her brows shoot up and she mouths the word ‘wow’.
“My pack’s safety is my top priority,” I state simply. “So I’ll ask again, what are you doing out here?”
Because she’s the last person I expected to run into and seeing her in the buff has completely knocked me off my feet. Because even if she’s not pack, her safety concerns me, too.
Astrid folds her arms over her chest, covering those gorgeous tits. “I was out for a run. Had to blow off some steam after this afternoon.”
The corner of her mouth kicks up into a smirk, and I know exactly what she’s referencing- that close encounter on my office desk.Too close.
I heave a sigh, raking a hand through my hair. “You shouldn’t be out here.”
“Why not?” she challenges. “You’reout here.”
“Exactly.”
She lets out a little laugh that’s carried away on the breeze. “Oh, that’s right,” she waves a hand. “Big bad wolf and all.”
The air between us is practically electric- every fiber of my being is screaming for me to close the gap, to touch her, take her, possess her. She’s slowly worn down every bit of my resistance; blown my tight semblance of control to smithereens.
“That’s right,” I murmur, my voice gravelly. “You should be afraid.”
She takes another step toward me, and I watch as her eyes take their time exploring my naked body. Her gaze glides over my broad chest, down to my abs, then lingers on my dick, rock hard and ready. A dead giveaway as to how I really feel about her. Slowly, those eyes travel back up to meet my own as she takes another tentative step in my direction. Then another. Until she’s standing right in front of me, close enough to touch.
Astrid reaches out to place a dainty hand on my chest, sliding it up to the top of my shoulder as she gazes into my eyes, her own clouded with lust.
“What are you doing?” I growl, though my own hand somehow lands on her slim waist, sparks ricocheting from her skin into mine.
She rises up on her tiptoes. I lean down. I press my eyes closed, inhaling her scent. Our noses brush.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I suck in a breath, gritting my teeth. “I told you, you don’t want this.”
Astrid leans closer, her lips almost touching mine. “But what if I do?”
Fuck.
My arm cinches tighter around her waist, my other hand tracing the curve of her spine as I glide it up to the bury it in her tangle of curly hair. I wind her hair around my hand, fisting it, tugging so her head falls back as I stare into her eyes. “I don’t do gentle,” I warn.
Her fingertips trace the line of my jaw as her lips part, her voice still a breathy whisper. “Then don’t be gentle with me.”