Summer’s POV
Dinner with Alex and Lyra was surprisingly comfortable. Lyra kept the conversation flowing easily, chatting about pack gossip and the latest drama.
“You wouldn’t believe what happened at the full moon gathering last week,” Lyra said, leaning forward conspiratorially.” Megan from the northern sector challenged Diane for her position in the hierarchy. It was quite the spectacle.”
“Who won?” I asked, grateful for the distraction from Alex’s intense gaze that hadn’t left me since we sat down.
“Diane, of course,” Lyra laughed. “Megan may be younger, but Diane has been training with our warriors for decades. Poor girl didn’t stand a chance.”
I nodded, taking a small bite of my food, hyper–aware of Alex’s eyes following my every movement. The way his pupils dilated slightly when I licked my lips made heat pool low in my belly. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, trying to focus on Lyra’s stories rather than the man whose presence seemed to fill the entire room.
After dinner, Lyra excused herself with a knowing smile, leaving Alex and me alone at the table.
“I should give you something,” I said, standing abruptly. “It’s in my room. I’ll get it.”
“I’ll come with you,” Alex said, rising from his chair.
My heart pounded as we walked side by side through the quiet hallways. His presence next to me felt overwhelming, the heat of his body radiating towards mine even though we weren’t touching.
In my room, I retrieved the folder from my nightstand. “I signed the marriage contract,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt as I handed it to him. “All the terms are acceptable.”
Alex’s eyes darkened as his fingers brushed mine while taking the folder. “You’re sure about this?“Signing this makes you my wife, Summer. My mate in the eyes of the pack and the Council.”
“Yes,” I nodded. “It’s what’s best for both of us given the circumstances.”
He set the folder aside without opening it, his focus entirely on me as he stepped closer. The scent of cedar and lavender enveloped me, making my knees weak with desire.
“Summer…..“His voice dropped to a husky whisper as his hand came up to brush a strand of hair from my face. The simple touch sent electricity racing through me.
His thumb traced my bottom lip, and I found myself leaning into his touch. For a moment, I was back in the forest, his body pressed against mine, the promise of pleasure making me dizzy with want.
“Alex…” The warning in my voice was weak at best.“You should go.”
Something shifted in his eyes – a flash of restraint replacing the hunger. He stepped back, giving me space to breathe, to think.
“It’s been a long day,” I said, my rational mind finally pushing through the fog of desire. “I should probably rest. I’m still adjusting to everything.”
Disappointment flickered across Alex’s face, but he nodded. “Of course. We have plenty of time to discuss… everything.” His eyes dropped to my lips once more before he stepped back completely. “Good night, Summer.”
After he left, I collapsed onto my bed, my body humming with unfulfilled need. How could I still want him so desperately after everything, I’d been through? After the years of pain and neglect with Foster, I’d thought my desire had been permanently extinguished. Yet here I was, practically melting under Alex’s gaze.
That night, my dreams were filled with Alex – his hands, his mouth, his body moving against mine. In my dream, there was no
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phone call interrupting us in the forest. He laid me down on the soft earth, his powerful body covering mine as he ripped my clothes away with animalistic need.
“I’ve wanted this pussy for so long,” dream Alex growled, spreading my legs wide and dipping his head between them. His tongue plunged into me without warning, making me arch off the ground with a scream of pleasure.
His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me like a starving man. “You taste like f**king heaven,” he groaned against my most sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my core.
“Please,” I begged, writhing beneath him as his tongue flicked relentlessly against my clit. “I need more.”
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he demanded, sliding two thick fingers into my dripping entrance while his mouth continued its assault on my swollen bud.
“You,” I gasped, grinding shamelessly against his face. “I need you inside me. Please, Alex.”
