Page 78 of The Alpha’s Heir

I was mesmerized by the sight. “What do you need?”

“You,” she whispered.

A thousand reasons for why this was a bad idea flew straight out of my head. Blood rushed to my loins instead of my brain as I made it to the side of her bed.

Justus should be the one here. I spat out that vile thought just as quickly as it came, kneeling beside Meg.

“What can I do to help?” My throat dried as I asked.

Her pulse quickened, fluttering against the junction of her neck, and she closed her eyes. “Touch me.”

I dragged my hand over my mouth, silencing the voices screaming in my head as Meg’s legs parted wider and she arched her back. Her tanned skin was slicked with sweat. Her scent so damn sweet.

I searched her face as she opened her eyes again. “Are you sure?”

Because I wasn’t.

I’d never seen Meg this raw and vulnerable before. Did she know what was happening? Did I? Some instinctual knowledge told me I’d been blessed to stumble into something sacred. A female wolf shifter’s heat.

“Please,” she begged. “I need you.”

She needed me.

That’s all this was.

Any gentleman would step in to help during a situation like this. Though the thought of anyone else touching her sent a possessive wave of jealousy through me that I had no right to feel.

I cupped the side of her cheek, turning her face so that her gaze bore into mine. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

Her frustrated laugh urged me on.

I let my eyes roam over her body, drinking my fill, as my fingers traced down her side, over the edge of her ribs, the soft curve of her breast. Her skin pebbled under my touch.

Meg shivered, speaking through clenched teeth. “I’m not made of glass.”

I threaded my fingers through the coarse hair at the apex of her thighs, giving it a tug that elicited a gasp.

“You’re bossy for someone asking for my help,” I smirked.

She growled at me, but the way her gaze turned molten had my cock twitching painfully.

I returned my focus to her needs.

My thumb found her clit and I parted her sex, groaning when I felt how warm and wet she already was.

“Right there,” Meg hissed, closing her eyes.

I smiled when she turned to putty under my touch. Her back arched as I cupped my palm, finding the spot inside that made her quiver. I took her harder, learning what she liked as her legs began to shake, and her walls tightened around my fingers.

I didn’t expect her to fall apart so quickly.

She screamed my name, and pride filled me, as Meg came undone in the palm of my hand. I’d been the one she needed. It was me she wanted.

And that thought was foolish.

Dangerous.

I knew better than to want what I couldn’t have.