Page 33 of Alpha Brock
As soon as the words are spoken, the dam of my control breaks. My mouth descends, claiming hers as I feel my whole world rock off its axis; like the earth is shifting under my feet. My eyelids slam shut, stars exploding behind them from a single fucking kiss. All the buildup, all the tension releases through our lips, hers impossibly soft as they pout and move against my own. I nip and lick them until they part to give me more access, my tongue plundering her mouth, finding hers. Tangling with it.
I release her hair, my hands roaming her body, exploring every soft curve of her flesh. She moans into my mouth as I grab one of her ass cheeks and squeeze hard. She tastes so fucking sweet, and I’m suddenly insatiable. I want to own her. Devour her. Consume her until there’s nothing left.
My hard cock is pressed tight to her belly, and the taste of her in my mouth and the friction of her body against mine is driving me to the brink of insanity. I could easily pick her up, spread her thighs, and fuck her right here. As if she’s reading my mind- and fuck it, maybe she is- she suddenly pulls back, staring into my eyes with a blazing intensity in her own.
I close a hand around her throat, drawing a shaky breath as I stare down into those big brown doe-eyes. They’re so wide, so trusting.Too trusting. She’s all light, and I’m shrouded in darkness. If I let her get too close to my chaos, I’ll fucking ruin her.
I lean in to nip Astrid’s lower lip, dragging it between my teeth. Taking one last taste of the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever sampled. And then I let her go.
I take a step back, putting distance between our bodies. Fighting against the seemingly magnetic force that threatens to draw me back into her. Astrid just stands there looking bewildered, unsteady on her legs like a newborn foal.
I rake my gaze over her naked form one last time, committing her perfection to memory.
“You’d better go,” I growl.
Her jaw goes slack, confusion washing over her features. “Wh… what?”
I ball my fists at my sides to keep from reaching out for her again, my jaw twitching. “Get back to the packhouse, Astrid.”
She tilts her head, brown curls falling over her shoulder as she studies me. Trying to work out what’s going on in my head like I’m a puzzle to solve.
“Now,” I snap, putting alpha command behind my voice.
She narrows her eyes, giving me this look that I can’t quite decipher. I can’t tell whether she wants to kill me or fuck me-or both. I have the same conflicting feelings about her, and I don’t know what to make of it. All I do know is that the heat between us is going to burn the damn packhouse to the ground if we allow this to go any farther.
Astrid crouches, the air around her shimmering with her shift- and seconds later, she’s back in her animal form, a stunning honey brown wolf. She shakes out her fur, turns away, and darts into the thick brush of the forest. And even though I’m the one who told her to leave, I have to fight the urge to chase her down again.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Astrid
What’s the female equivalent of blue balls? Because that’s totally what Brock keeps giving me. I’m not sure what’s going on between us and mister hot-and-cold isn’t exactly making it easy to figure out. I’m starting to get whiplash from the constant push and pull between Brock and me.
While playing this game with the king of indecision is exhausting, there’s just something about Brock that keeps pulling me back in. Maybe it’s because when I see broken things, I want to fix them. Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment. Or maybe my intuition’s right- we’re supposed to be something to each other, and this is the universe’s way of throwing us together over and over to make sure that happens. Whatever it is, if that steamy make-out session in the woods last night is any indication, then I feel like the roller coaster ride he’s taking me on will be worth it.
I’m enjoying my morning coffee with Jared and Brent in the packhouse kitchen when Brock walks in looking like he didn’t get any sleep last night. Serves him right for cutting things off when he did- I’ll bet we both would’ve slept great if we’d done what we really wanted to out there in the forest.
I smile brightly as Brock slumps down onto a stool on the other end of the island, turning my body in his direction. “Good morning!”
He side-eyes me, his gaze slipping down my form and lingering on my bare legs before traveling back up to my face. “Morning,” he mutters, his wolf swirling gold in his irises.
Jared slides a hot cup of coffee across the island toward Brock and he turns away from me to take it eagerly, bringing it to his lips. The guy relies on his morning coffee as much as I do.
“How was the rest of your run last night?” I ask, arching a brow.
“Fine.” Brock shoots me a warning glance, like he doesn’t want to talk about last night in front of Jared and Brent. Or maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it at all, but he’s not getting off that easily.
Brent’s gaze shifts between Brock and me, his eyes narrowing. “You two run into each other out there last night or something?”
“You could say that,” I smirk. I catch Brock shooting me that same look of warning again out of the corner of my eye, but I ignore it, picking up my coffee mug and bringing it to my lips. “Your brother nearly killed me out there, guess he thought I was a rogue or something.”
“No shit?” Brent laughs, looking over at Brock again. “What the hell, man?”
Brock shrugs nonchalantly, taking a long sip of his coffee.
Brent shakes his head, turning back to me. “You know,” he grins, resting his elbows on the surface of the kitchen island and leaning forward toward me. “Next time you wanna get out for a run, you should let me know. I could show you around the territory. And I’d protect you from anyone that tried to give you a hard time.” He winks.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I giggle, swallowing the last bit of my coffee and hopping down from my stool. “I’d better get dressed, how long have I got?”