Page 22 of The Denver Alpha

“We could always ask Astrid…”

I jerk my head up to see a teasing smile pulling at Sam’s lips.

“Very funny,” I deadpan.

Sam’s grin widens until I can’t help but crack a smile of my own.

“Alright, get outta here,” I chuckle, picking up a pen and tossing it in his direction. “It’s time for my run.”

“Wouldn’t wanna screw up your routine,” Sam remarks with an eyeroll as he bats the pen out of the air. He presses his palms to the arms of the chair, pushing up to stand.

“I want to meet with this guy in person before I sign these,” I murmur as I slide the contracts Sam brought back into the envelope. “See if you can set up a meeting for Saturday, don’t care where as long as it’s on our turf.”

Sam gives me a nod as he starts to back toward the door of my office. “Sure thing, boss. Have a good run.”

My evening run is my time to wind down from the day. Sometimes it’s just to get in some cardio, while other times I use it as an opportunity to calm my inner beast by letting my wolf out to run. He’s been wilier than usual this week, so I’ve been shifting for my run every night to wear him out. Tonight, we ran through the forest for nearly two hours before he was fully satisfied.

The packhouse is quiet when I return and shift back, finding my clothes hanging on a limb right where I left them at the rear of the property. I grab the pair of sweatpants first, stepping into them and tugging them up my hips, but pause when I catch sight of movement in one of the windows of the packhouse across from me.

It’s illuminated from within, giving me a perfect view of the room and the girl inside. My body goes rigid, my eyes drinking her in. It’s the first time I’ve seen Juliet since she blew up on me in my office days ago, and seeing her now is like taking a hit of a drug that I didn’t know I was craving. She’s fucking stunning, even in a plain t-shirt and a simple pair of cotton sleep shorts, the sight of her completely captivating.

Juliet approaches the large window, grabbing onto the edge of the curtain like she’s about to pull it. I shrink back into the treeline to keep hidden, watching her as she stares outside and scans the back of the property. Then, in a strange stroke of luck for me, she drops the curtain and turns away without pulling it closed.

Curious, I continue to watch her from my place in the shadows as she struts over to the bed, dropping onto it and crawling on all fours toward the center. My dick stirs to life at the sight of her ass bobbing in the air like a juicy fucking peach and I bite down on a fist to stifle a groan.Fuck.What I wouldn’t give to be sinking my teeth into that ass instead.

Juliet flops down onto her back once she reaches the middle of the bed and begins slowly running her hands down the front of her body. I suck in a breath as I watch her palms roam over her breasts, her belly- then one hand dips into the waistband of her little sleep shorts and her knees tip apart.

I hold my breath, frozen as I watch her hand begin to move between her thighs.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t be watching her like this.

I know this is wrong.

Dirty.

A violation.

And yet I can’t look away.

My fingers move to the waist of my sweatpants, nudging underneath the elastic as my eyes remain transfixed on Juliet. She arches her back as her knees spread wider, the hand between her legs moving faster and her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. I imagine running my hands over them, tracing them with my tongue. Sucking them through her t-shirt until the soaked fabric is sheer and I can finally get a peek at what her bare breasts would look like.

I shove my hand farther into my sweatpants and grip my throbbing cock, hard as concrete in my palm as I start stroking it slowly while watching Juliet touch herself. I know it’s wrong, but fuck it feels good. I watch Juliet’s hand moving between her thighs, her head thrown back against the pillow and her chest rising and falling more rapidly. Her body trembles, lips parted like she’s panting.

She’s fucking exquisite.

I’m a creep peeping on her from the woods, and she’s a goddess with her golden hair spilled out on the pillow beneath her, pleasuring herself unabashedly.

The way she moves is bold and uninhibited, her thighs quaking, her other hand reaching up to palm her breast. Juliet is a girl who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. That side of her normally irritates the hell out of me, but seeing it in this context? It’s fucking sexy as sin. I’m not even in the same room with her and I’m a damn goner. Everything about Juliet is calling to me right now- I want to possess her, claim her. Tame the wildness of her spirit and wield it for my own pleasure.

Her head tips back and her lips part, and I immediately wonder what sounds are coming from them. Is she quiet or loud? Do her cries of pleasure come out as raspy moans or little whimpers? I pump my dick faster as I watch her with rapt attention, heart beating fast and breathing ragged.

She’s getting close. I can see it in the way her back arches, in the quiver of her muscles. I’ve never been so grateful for my enhanced shifter eyesight. I fuck my hand faster from my hiding place in the treeline, imaging it’s her wrapped around me. I conjure up the sounds of her needy moans, picturing those bright blue eyes looking up at me as I pound into her without abandon.

I’m close, too. This girl has had me on a hair trigger ever since she got here. I see the moment she reaches her climax and it’s no surprise that I fall right over the edge with her, groaning as hot cum spills onto my knuckles. My eyes squeeze shut, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I ride out my orgasm, making a mess inside my sweatpants like a fucking pre-teen.

Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that.