Summer’s POV
Dinner with Alex and Lyra <b>was </b>surprisinglyfortable. Lyra kept the conversation flowing easily, chatting about <b>pack </b><b>gossip </b>and the <btest </b>drama.
<b>“</b><b>You </b>wouldn’t believe what happened at the full moon gatheringst week,<b>” </b>Lyra said, leaning forward conspiratorially.” Megan from the northern <b>sector </b>challenged Diane for her position in the hierarchy. It was quite the spectacle.”
“Who won?” I asked<b>, </b>grateful for the distraction from Alex’s intense gaze that hadn’t left me <b>since </b>we sat down.
“Diane, <b>of </b>course,” Lyraughed. “Megan may be younger, but Diane has been training with our warriors for decades. Poor girl didn’t stand a chance.”
I nodded, taking a small bite of my food, hyper–aware of Alex’s eyes following my every movement. The way his pupils dted slightly when I licked my lips made heat pool low in my belly. I shifted ufortably in my chair<b>, </b>trying to focus on Lyra’s stories rather than the man whose presence seemed to fill the entire room.
After dinner, Lyra excused herself with a knowing smile, leaving Alex and me alone at the table.
“I should give you something,” I said, standing abruptly. “It’s in my room. I’ll get it.”
<b>“</b>I’lle with you,” Alex said, rising from his chair.
My heart pounded as we walked side by side through the quiet hallways. His presence next to me felt overwhelming, the heat of his body radiating towards mine even though we weren’t touching.
In my room, I retrieved the folder from my nightstand. “I signed the marriage contract<b>,</b>” I said<b>, </b>my voice steadier than I felt as I handed it to him. “All the terms are eptable.”
Alex’s eyes darkened as his fingers brushed mine while taking the folder. “You’re sure about this?“Signing this makes you my wife, Summer. My mate in the eyes of the pack and the Council.”
“Yes<b>,</b><b>” </b>I nodded. “It’s what’s best for both of us given the circumstances.”
He set the folder aside without opening it, his focus entirely on me as he stepped closer. The scent <b>of </b>cedar andvender enveloped me<b>, </b>making my knees weak with desire.
“Summer<b>…..</b><b>“</b>His voice dropped to a husky whisper as his hand came up to brush a strand of hair from my face. The simple touch sent electricity racing through me.
His thumb traced my bottom lip, and I found myself leaning into his touch. For a moment, I was back in the forest<b>, </b>his body pressed against mine<b>, </b><b>the </b>promise of pleasure making me dizzy with want.
“Alex<b>…</b><b>” </b>The warning in my voice was weak at best.“You should go.”
Something shifted in his <b>eyes </b><b>– </b><b>a </b>sh of restraint recing the hunger. He stepped back, giving me space to breathe, to think.
<b>“</b><b>It’s </b>been a long day,” I said<b>, </b>my rational mind finally pushing through the fog of desire. “I should probably rest. I’m still adjusting to everything.”
Disappointment flickered across Alex’s face, but he nodded. “Of course. We have plenty of time to discuss… everything.” His eyes dropped to my lips once more before he stepped backpletely. “Good night, Summer.”
After he left, I copsed onto my bed, my body humming with unfulfilled need. How could I still want him so desperately after everything, I’d been through? After the years of pain and neglect with Foster, I’d thought my desire had been permanently extinguished. Yet here I was, practically melting under Alex’s gaze.
That night, <b>my </b>dreams were filled with Alex – his hands, his mouth, his body moving against mine. In my dream<b>, </b>there was <b>no </b>
phone call interrupting us in the forest. Heid me down on the soft earth, his powerful body covering mine as he ripped my clothes away with animalistic need.
<b>“</b><b>I’ve </b>wanted this pussy for so long,” dream Alex growled, spreading my legs wide and dipping his head between them. His tongue plunged into me without warning, making me arch off the ground with <b>a </b>scream of pleasure.
His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me like a starving man. <b>“</b>You taste like fucking heaven<b>,</b><b>” </b>he groaned against my most sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my <b>core</b>.
“Please,” I begged, writhing beneath him as his tongue flicked relentlessly against my clit. “I need more.”
“Tell me what <b>you </b>need, baby,” he demanded<b>, </b>sliding two thick fingers into my dripping entrance while his mouth continued its assault on my swollen bud.
<b>“</b><b>You</b><b>,</b>” I gasped, grinding shamelessly against his face. “I need you inside me. Please, Alex.”