Chapter 19 Horny like your wolf
Auren's pov
I woke up with a start, my eyes looking around as I tried to figure out where the hell I was.
I realized that I had fallen asleep still sitting on the chair by the window while waiting for Alpha Dravik and his men to return from the forest.
Then I remembered that I had woken up because I’d had an idea I wanted to run by him. Getting to my feet, I went to the sink, splashing some cold water on my face. I needed to be awake so I wouldn’t forget what I wanted to tell him.
As I splashed my face, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were no longer sunken, and my skin was returning to its natural color.
I looked……different.
Like less stressed and more relaxed.
I had avoided looking at myself in the mirror for a couple of years now. What I saw there was always a sickly and malnourished girl, always pale and too thin.
Lack of food and getting beaten almost everyday had done that to me.
“You’re awake?”
I jumped as I heard Alpha Dravik’s voice. I hadn’t heard him come into the room or walk up behind me in the bathroom. He stood behind me, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
He was shirtless, that gorgeous muscular chest I’d seen my first morning here was in my full view.
The man was a beautiful creature…….no other words to use.
I swallowed hard as my eyes follows his chest down to the visible v shape line down his waist and the bulge there. I look back up to his face, heat creeping up my cheeks, but not from embarrassment but from the thoughts going through my head.
He grinned, approaching me slowly. I could feel the heat that radiated off his body. I could feel it against my back, the warmth and the power in that heat making my knees weak.
“Are you feeling okay?”
His hand landed on my waist, and the warmth of his hand sent a jolt through my body.
He moved my hair off my neck, his touch gentle as his nose and lips touched my skin. His fingers slipped from my waist down to the front into my joggers, finding their way into my panties. I gasped as his fingers slipped between my folds, finding the wetness dripping there.
My head fell back against his chest as I moaned, his fingers working magic on my clit.
“Auren?”
My eyes flew open at the sound of his voice, and I was met with Alpha Dravik leaning over me.
“You should sleep on the bed and not the chair to avoid tearing your stitches.”
Shit.
It had been a dream.
My heart pounded loudly as I brought my knees down from the chair, pushing my legs tight together. I could still feel the wetness between my legs, and with his wolf senses, I knew he might be able to smell my arousal.
I snapped my legs shut tighter, hoping to hell he wouldn’t notice.
“Do you need help?”
“No,” I blurted out too loudly.
He raised an eyebrow, and I felt my cheeks burn. I realized that I didn’t even know what he was offering help with.
Is he offering to help me to the bed or…..
“I’m only offering to help you to the bed.”
He smirked, and I realized that he knew, he could smell me……I wanted to scream.
Shit, shit, shit.
I look away, thinking of something to say, desperate to change the subject.
“I like sitting here. Your pack… it’s beautiful. The way everyone moves around, the peace. It feels different to me being here like this.”
“Different how?”
“You don’t want me to do anything,” I amurmur. “You allow me to sleep as long as I want and the food……….its just so different.”
I shrug not knowing any other way to explain it. He studies me, for a long time that I begin to think he doesn’t understand what I meant.
“Not everyone is a bastard, Auren.”
He moves toward the wardrobe, opens it and pulls out a red t-shirt. Then, as if it’s nothing, he turns toward me as he starts to pull the one he is wearing over his head.
My eyes dropped to his chest and abs, my dream still fresh in my mind. Surely, no one could have that much muscles without years and years of hard work. I have also noticed his lack of tattoos, not only does he dress differently than the other Alphas I know, he also has a completely clear skin free of any tattoos.
I find it weird because every one in my pack has one.
“What?” He gives me a look, pulling the new shirt down to cover the view.
I almost signed in disappointment.
“Nothing.”
He sighs. “I might not have known you for long but I can tell when you have something to say or ask. Ask it.”
“You don’t have any tattoos.”
“That’s not a question.”
“Why don’t you?”
“They’re not really my style. I know a lot of people get them to show their dominance or Alpha title. But I think with this,” he said, pointing to his eyes. “I don’t need anything else to show my strength or dominance in this world.”
He was right. I had never met anyone with eyes like his before.
Silver. At first I had thought it was a trick, like a contact lens or something, but turns out it isn't.
“It’s a trick,” I blurted out..
He chuckled, and the sound warmed my body, I wanted to hear it again..
“I can assure you, they’re real.”
I shook my head. “No, not that. I meant what you told me before I fell asleep. About the Blood Tie and being partly Mated”
His eyes narrowed slightly when I said partly mated
“You said blood ties allow the other person to find me wherever I am, and walk about in the pack freely, and you also said the blood tie is recent. What if they want to use me to get you. Infiltrate your pack and get information about you and then come back with an army and start a war.”
It’s probably the most I’ve spoken at once since arriving here.
He nods. “It’s a smart idea but it won’t work. You have to officially be part of my pack for it to work.”
“Officially?” My eyes narrowed. “Like… when you mark me?”
He had mentioned marking me before but hasn't said anything about it since.
“If I mark you,” he says slowly.
The word “if” slices deeper than it should.
“Why the ‘if’?” I whisper.
He leans on the couch, his eyes locked with mine. “Because I can’t do it while you’re still tied to another. You think the blood tie hurts? It is nothing compared to being marked when another bond still clings to you.”
He steps closer. Close enough that I feel the strength from his body.
“It won’t just hurt you,” he says. “It will kill you.”
The room goes quiet.
I never realized how thin the line was
between freedom
and death.