Emily’s POV
I was so aware of every move Alex’s body made, every sound that left his lips, and every look he gave me.
I couldn’t get enough of him.
We spoke about random things, and before long, we arrived at his quarters.
“This is us,” he said, unlocking the door.
‘Us’ was such a simple word, yet it sounded so good hearing the word leave Alex’s lips that my heart fluttered in my chest and my face warmed.
I wasn’t sure if Alex noticed my flustered face as I followed him in.
Alex left his towel on the dining room chair and moved toward the hallway, leaving me in awe as I stared at his crafted back. I had the urge to squeeze his behind.
“Make yourself at home!” Alex yelled over his shoulder, and a taunting smile followed on his lips.
“Sh*t!” I muttered to myself, feeling my face heat up-he caught me staring!
I took an unwilling step forward, wanting to follow him. I hadn’t been in his room yet, and I was burning with desire to take a look.
“Go ahead, take a peek!” Willow said, suddenly startling me. “I know you want to!”
When the hell did she come back? Was she watching me the whole time?
“Oh, your back!” I growled at her.
“I haven’t been gone long,” she said defensively.
“If you say so!” I said, watching Alex disappear into his room, leaving the door open.
Was that an invitation?
“So? How did it go?” Willow asked, making herself comfortable in my mind. She looked so pleased with herself.
Did she really go and open the link between her and Alex’s wolf?
Would she do that after I told her not to do so?
And if she did, was Alex’s wolf just as kind and handsome as him, or was he just as willful and sprightful as Willow?
“The sparing could have been over in a few seconds if you were there,” I hissed.
“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” She asked. “You two needed to spend some time together.”
Was that her plan? Was she trying to force us together?
I huffed, annoyed, and headed to my bedroom, pulled my shirt over my head, threw it in the laundry bag, entered the bathroom, and opened the shower taps.
I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror.
I looked tired. I knew it was because of the lack of sleep I had had the last couple of days, yet my tiredness was deeper than just physical.
My gaze moved over my face in the mirror. I was still slim and toned, with the much-needed curves at all the right places, because of all the excessive training I had.
I mostly lived in the gym when I was home and would follow my normal workout schedule when I was traveling among the packs.
My gaze traced a scar on the left side of my stomach. I had many, but this one was a reminder of an ambush I had survived.
I had covered most of my excessive scars, trying to hide them.
Just a few inches down was a bigger scar that resulted from a rogue attack. Five rogues attacked me. I was doing a routine inspection at one of the packs in the kingdom when the alert came in.
I didn’t shy away from helping defend the pack.
Five rogues managed to corner me, and they all tried their luck to kill me. I was left with a battle scar as proof.
I sighed when my trembling fingers moved over a scar of two holes on the right side of my nape.
It was the most recent one added to my collection, yet the most memorable one-a vampire attack.
Vampires don’t often cross werewolf territory. They knew very well how territorial werewolves were.
It was just my luck that we became acquainted, even though it was just for a minute.
I was on my way to visit the next pack, taking a shortcut through the forest to the river, when I saw him enter and stalk toward a lone teenager sitting and crying next to the river.
It had already passed midnight, and I was surprised to see the kid outside alone.
Did she wander off? She didn’t look old enough to have been shifted.
Yet, I shook off the question, focusing on the vampire.
I wasn’t sure what the vampire’s attention was with the teenager, so I confronted him.
“You are in werewolf territory!” I said. “Why are you here, and what do you want?”
I knew that vampires didn’t like drinking our blood; we didn’t taste very appealing to them, and kidnapping a werewolf would stir up a war.
“It has nothing to do with you!” the vampire hissed, showing me his canines.
“Be careful,” Willow said. “His venom can kill us.”
I knew very well where a vampire’s strength lay, and I knew I needed to be very cautious not to be bitten, but I wouldn’t let him touch anything that didn’t belong to him.
“It has everything to do with me,” I growled, pushing the girl protectively behind me. “She doesn’t belong to you! Leave now!”
In the blink of an eye, the vampire had sunk his teeth into me, trying to kill me.
I roared out in agony, feeling his venom paralyze me, but before he could finish the job, I heard the vampire chock on my blood.
He took a step back, his eyes widening in fear as he dropped to his knees.
The girl ran off, screaming in fear, alerting the warriors.
I kept my eyes on the vampire while in excruciating pain.
I watched to tell the tale of how the vampire started to burn from inside his body, then burst out in flames, only leaving a pile of ash and his canines as proof of his existence.
It took me five days in the infirmary to recover from the vampire attack. My body was burning off his venom inside my veins. Even Willow was down, whimpering in pain and lying on her belly.
I sighed, worried.
What will Alex think of my scars?
Would he find them ugly and despicable?
I shoved my depressing thoughts to the side, got undressed, and got into the shower.
I closed my eyes as my thoughts drifted to Alex and our sparring.
It was hard to focus when I couldn’t help watching how deliciously his tanned muscles moved under the hot sun.
He looked so focused and eager to show me that he was stronger than me.
I knew he wanted to redeem his dignity, and I needed to be extra careful not to have him get a hold of me.
Alex was physically stronger than me, and I knew if he got hold of me, it would be the end of the sparring. On the other hand, I was faster and more skilled.
Yet, I couldn’t drag my gaze from his chest; sweat drops had formed and were running down his perfectly crafted chest, down over his spectacularly hard abs.
I licked my lips, envisioning having my hands explore every line on his body.
A smile formed, remembering how Alex’s hardened cock pushed against my vulva.
He looked embarrassed when he warned me, yet as much as I wanted to taste him, doing a deed in front of a crowd wasn’t my cup of tea.
“F*ck!” I moaned, feeling my body heat up. “I haven’t been this hot in years.”
Was I going into heat?
I shook the thought off-the chances were slim; I had never had it before.
My hand traveled down to my already wet p*ssy, slipping two fingers between my folds.
“F*ck, that feels so f*cking good!” I moaned.
I started rubbing my fingers up and down, hoping to get some kind of release and feel better.
Can women get blue balls?
The sexual tension between Alex and me was enough to feel like that.
I pinched my nipple, feeling a wave of electric current moving down my body and ending at my core.
My breath hitched as I slid my fingers inside my vagina, wishing they were Alex’s huge fingers.
I was burning out of desire as I imagined Alex pumping his cock inside me.
“Harder,” I whispered. “I needed you to…”
Suddenly, something unexpectedly cold dropped on my hand, and my eyes snapped open.
Every hair on my body rose while a high-pitched, horrific scream left my lips.
Oh goddess, will someone come to save me?
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