Page 29 of Rogue Alpha Prince
At that thought, I shoot my eyes back up to his face, slightly ashamed.
“I am your husband; you can look at me,” he says with a smug smile.
I lower my gaze, trying to guess what that feeling is that tightens my chest. Probably sadness.
He lifts my chin and kisses my lips.
He likes kissing, I think.
I do, too, but not right now. I’m freezing and I’m hungry and mad and so confused. I feel weak.
“Can I step out now? Alpha?” I ask against his kiss, trying not to cry with frustration.
“You can do whatever you like,” he says with a wink but probably doesn’t mean it.
I try to leave the water, but he stops me. I want to scream, but I bite my lip instead. He lifts me, though, and carries me to the bed. I’m still wet and shaking.
He takes a few steps back and throws me a towel. He comes back and stands before me while I’m drying myself desperately.
He takes off his black leather pants while looking into my eyes. Then takes my towel and forcefully pulls away the covers from under me. I fall to the floor.
He has me where he wants me—kneeling naked before him.
I don’t overthink it. I just reach my hand to him, palming his hardening penis through his black underwear.
“I hope your mouth is warmer.”
I don’t know if he’s joking or serious. I lift my gaze and drown into his navy-blue eyes. His scent, the scent of my true mate, doesn’t help either. I’m lost.
I take off his boxer briefs while holding his stare because I think that’s what I’m supposed to do.
He closes his eyes before I can take him and lifts me by the arms with a scary growl.
“You don’t have to do that now. You are freezing. Get under the covers,” he hisses.
Is he really more concerned about me than he is aroused? I look down at his impressive erection, very confused.
“Stop staring, or I’ll shove it into your throat without asking, Little Wolf.”
Yup, there he is.
I step back and climb into the bed on all fours. I catch the covers from the edge when he climbs after me and crushes me to the mattress with his firm body.
He’s so hot compared to me that I don’t even want to fight.
Ilay flat on my stomach and give myself over to the feeling of warmth spreading everywhere his naked skin touches mine. He leans over me on his forearms, my back to his front. Somehow, he manages to put the covers over us.
I’m getting warmer.
He nibs on my ear and then burrows his face into the crook of my neck. So close to the place where werewolves mark their mates. My wolf part whimpers inside my head, but I do not let myself utter any sound.
He moves his hips, circling them a little bit, and I can feel his hot erection settling between my legs.
My heart skips a bit. Will he ignore his little game from the wedding night and just take me? Or is it him playing that game right now? Making me want his body…
I do want his body. How can I not? Not with his intoxicating, lemony scent. Hell, I would want it even without the mate bond.
“You know how werewolves smell, right? Alpha.” I ask him, finally comfortable enough to not shatter my teeth.
