My hand gripped the towel anxiously as Alex took another step forward, and I took another one back, only to hit the wall. He closed the distance between us, and I lo and behold whimpered.
“I’d never hurt you, love,” he said gruffly, his eyes taking me in hungrily before settling on my face again. “I just want to make a few things clear.”
I nodded, wondering why he had to get into my personal space to talk, but loving the way he invaded it nonetheless. I gulped down my dread and looked him in the eyes, as if to urge the man to go on and be done already.
With the knuckles of his right hand, he caressed my cheek.
I drew in a sharp breath.
“I’ll be straightforward, Jade. I hate seeing you around Eli and Tyler, acting so cozy, so casual.”
“They’re my friends,” I told him in a tone that didn’t come out as firm as I would have wanted it.
“They’re horny unmated wolves,” he countered immediately.
I wanted to tell him that he, too, was a horny unmated wolf, but didn’t dare to point out the obvious. Instead, I opted for an eye-roll before averting my eyes from his handsome face.
I reasoned that if I didn’t look at him, I wouldn’t succumb to his demands… or so I hoped.
He grabbed my chin at that, and I was forced to look into his intense green eyes.
“Alex,” I let out breathlessly, and then blushed at my body’s reaction and it tightened and my core throbbed with need.
He dropped his head to my shoulder and inhaled deeply, making me even redder if that was possible.
“Don’t test me,” he growled.
And his growl made my core weep some more. I was about to clamp my legs shut, so that the smell of my arousal wouldn’t be too much, but he stuck his knee up between my thighs, making me gasp.
“He touched your hair,” he growled again.
“Huh?”
“Eli. He touched your hair.”
And I recalled when Eli ruffled my hair like I was a kid.
“That’s hardly sexual,” I told him indignantly, my anger flaring.
“You want something sexual?” He growled and shifted his face so that he was staring at me, his lips barely a few inches away from mine, his eyes dark.
“I meant…”
“The next time something similar happens with anyone, I’ll tie you to my bed and fuck you senseless until the only name you remember is mine.”
I gulped down my apprehension and my excitement, and glared at him, trying to show him I was unaffected.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I bit out, though my voice came out meek.
“Your parents are in the room next door, would you rather be tied up to your own bed?” He chuckled darkly.
“That’s not…”
“Didn’t I already tell you that I don’t share, Jade?” He let out.
“I…” I was at a loss for words, again, and thus closed my mouth in dismay, and glared at him some more.
“Feisty,” he let out in a teasing tone though his eyes were still dark, with lust, and something akin to possessiveness too.
I clicked my tongue in dismay and rolled my eyes at him anew.
“Second strike,” he said huskily. “Roll your eyes at me one more time if you dare.”
Should I? I was tempted to see what he would do to me. In the end, I didn’t dare to taunt the devil.
And then, he leaned forward and claimed my lips in a punishing kiss. He broke apart all too soon and I heavens have mercy whimpered at the loss.
“Needy little devil,” he said before grabbing my wrist and leading me to the bed.
I resisted him and didn’t lay on the bed. Instead, I made him sit.
“Bossy. I like it,” he said in a teasing tone.
I leaned down slightly and kissed his lips with ravenous passion, before dropping to my knees in front of him. I reached out a hand, unbuckled him with as much confidence as I could muster, and licked my lips in anticipation.
Within a few seconds, I had his length in my hand.
He groaned the moment my hand touched him. I smirked, loving the effect I had on him.
As I leaned forward to take him in my mouth, he said softly, “You don’t have to, love.”
“I want to,” I retorted.
And with that, I had my first taste of the renowned alpha, of Alexander Bad. I drove him crazy, the same way he drove me crazy in all my fantasies and in real life. I felt like a temptress, like an experienced vixen, as I bobbed my head up and down his length, my hand moving in rhythm at the base. Then, using my other hand, I massaged his balls, and was rewarded with a deep groan.
Moments later, he let out in a deep voice, “Stop, love. I won’t be able to go on for much longer.”
I stubbornly kept sucking him, my tongue at the base of his length, until he shuddered and emptied his seed in my mouth, and I swallowed, like a good vixen ought to.
He never held my head or gripped my hair, to urge me to go faster, and was instead fisting the bed sheets, seemingly to keep himself in check.
I rose to my feet, drunk on the excitement of having driven this big bad boy alpha crazy.
And then, my towel hit the ground. I flushed in embarrassment, and bent to pick it up, only to be picked myself and thrown on the bed.
I hurried to cover myself and he only growled in response, making me still.
He pried my hand away from my weeping core with ease, and said gruffly, “This belongs to me.”
And with that, a harsh slap was delivered to where I ached him the most, making me gasp.
“You belong to me, with me, by my side, in my bed…” he said and then a finger probed at my entrance.