Emily’s POV
Alex’s dance moves were inspiring to watch, and every time I thought he couldn’t top off a specific move, he proved me wrong.
“Are you getting tired, Miss Parker?” Alex asked, with a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I was dying to taste those lips!
Wait, what? Did he call me Parker?
“No,” I said, feeling my breath race. “I still have a lot in me.”
Alex laughed and twirled me around, then pulled me back into his chest.
Our eyes met, and small little devils were dancing in his gray eyes. He looked happy and relaxed, with a pinch of playfulness.
“I am surprised that you are keeping up with me,” he said seriously. “Not many can.”
If only he knew how many hours I had put into dancing.
I never stopped practicing when I fell in love with dancing.
My parents allowed me to take after-school dance classes, and when I left Opal Pack, Xavier introduced me to a private dance teacher, Herold Henderson.
Herold served on the council at White Moon Pack. He was a well-known ballroom dancer in his day and had won several competitions. He taught me what I know today, but tango was still my favorite.
“You will be surprised at what I can and can’t do,” I said.
Alex’s hand was on the small of my back, and mine was on his shoulders. The band decided it was time to play something slower.
“You are incredible!” Alex said, with wonder in his eyes.
“Compared to you, I am not that good,” I said.
“I wasn’t referring to your dancing,” Alex said. “I can see you have been taught well.”
“Then what are you talking about?” I asked curiously.
“You. You as a person are just amazing,” he said, slowly twirling me around. My face flustered crimson.
Our dancing became slow and flirtatious, and you could feel and smell the sexual tension between us.
The couples dancing around us eventually left the dance floor, making space for us, and ended up watching us from the side.
In the beginning, I felt a bit self-conscious; I wasn’t used to people staring at me, but now I don’t give a flying f*ck! This was like making love to Alex on a whole different level.
Alex’s head suddenly turned toward the door, and I curiously turned my head to see what had disturbed our perfect moment.
Luke…
I rolled my eyes, annoyed, seeing the tall wolf lying lazily against the door frame, acting as if the place belonged to him.
He saw me looking and gave me one of his cocky smiles.
Alex stopped dancing and looked down at me.
“It’s time,” he said, with a pinch of excitement.
“Time for what?” I asked, shifting my gaze between Alex and Luke.
“We need to go,” he said, shifting his head down to my ear. I shivered as his hot breath fanned over my nape, forming goosebumps on my skin. “I still have things to do.”
“We’re leaving?” I asked, feeling sad that the night was coming to an end. I was just starting to enjoy myself.
“Yeah,” Alex said, his eyes glittering with excitement. “I have one more surprise for you.”
“One more surprise?” I asked in disbelief. “There is no way you could top this off.”
Alex held my gaze with a teasing smile.
What was he up to? Should I be nervous?
“We’ll see,” he said, bending down and picking my lips.
That gesture caught me off guard, and Willow howled inside my head-she liked this boldness of Alex, catching me off guard.
Alex let go of me and took my hand; then, without another word, he started toward the exit.
“Ready to go, boss?” Luke asked, his eyes resting on me.
“We are,” Alex answered, and he followed Luke out.
It took me a few seconds to notice that we were not heading toward the foyer. Aren’t we leaving?
“Where are we going?” I asked when we headed toward a hallway with doors.
“Not home yet,” Alex answered, and he slowed his pace.
Luke kept on walking, not noticing Alex stopping, and headed toward the far end of the hallway.
Alex turned, and I couldn’t help noticing how his huge body was towering over my small frame. He dropped his gaze, searching for mine.
My breath hitched when he pinned mine, his gray eyes full of lust and want.
Alex dropped his head lower, his lips stopping less than an inch from mine. I could smell his minty breath and feel his warmth.
F*ck, was he about to kiss me?
My heartbeat escalated, and my hands turned damped. I wanted this so badly; why was I feeling so nervous?
Alex closed his eyes, taking a deep whiff of my scent, his chest brushing against mine.
“You smell so heavenly,” Alex murmured huskily. “May I kiss you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, becoming intoxicated by his scent.
Alex’s warm lips were crushed on mine, and I moaned out, surprised at the feeling.
His lips were sending a warm electric current through me and to my core.
A moan escaped my lips, and Alex took his chance to deepen the kiss, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. Another moan escaped my lips; I was becoming a muddle of something under Alex’s spell.
Alex suddenly pinned my hands above my head and started kissing the side of my face down to my nape, leaving a warm electric trail wherever his lips touched.
He stopped at my marking spot, licking and sucking the area.
I moaned, feeling my juices spill over on my panties while my body heated up. I was ready to have him inside me.
Alex suddenly stopped and cupped my face, a small, excited smile reaching his lips.
In one swift movement, he threw me over his shoulder, and I yelped out of shock.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled, trying to wiggle myself out of his grasp.
Alex tightened his grip, ignoring my question, and moved down the hallway in a hurry.
When he set me down at the end of the hallway, the same little devil was dancing in his silver-gray eyes.
When he opened the bedroom door, the inside took my breath away.
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