Chapter 184

Chapter 184
[Amelia's POV]

Alex's amber eyes swept over my appearance one more time, taking in his light blue T-shirt hanging loose on my smaller frame, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. "Mind? Millie, you look absolutely fucking sexy right now..." His voice dropped to that low, Alpha rumble that made my knees weak every single time.

Before I could respond, Alex suddenly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. I felt him bury his face in my silver-gray hair, inhaling deeply.

"God, you smell like me," he murmured against my hair, his breath warm on my scalp. "Like you're mine."

My heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness in his voice. Even after everything we'd shared last night, after saying those three words, this felt different. More raw. More real.

Without warning, Alex lifted me easily, his strong hands gripping my waist as he set me down on the cool marble countertop. The cold surface made me gasp, but then Alex was standing between my legs, his hands braced on either side of my thighs, and I forgot about everything else.

"Much better," Alex said, his voice rough with desire as he looked at me sitting on his kitchen counter. "Now I can see you properly."

His amber eyes were already starting to show flecks of gold, and I could feel the intensity of his Alpha presence washing over me in waves. It was intoxicating - the way he looked at me like I was something precious and wild all at once.

I reached up to touch his face, but he caught my hand and brought it to his lips instead, pressing a kiss to my palm. "You're beautiful, Millie. Especially like this."

The gentle kiss turned into something hungrier as Alex's mouth found mine. It started slow and tender, his lips moving against mine with careful reverence, but it didn't stay that way. Within moments, the kiss deepened, became more demanding, more desperate.

"Mmm..." I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped as his tongue swept against mine. "Alex..."

The sound of his name on my lips seemed to drive him wild. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them apart as he stepped closer, his body heat surrounding me completely. I could feel him pressing against me, and my body responded instantly, that familiar heat pooling low in my belly.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded softly, and I obeyed without thinking, letting him position my feet on the counter so I was completely open to him.

"Ahh... Alex..." I breathed as he pressed closer, his arousal obvious through the towel wrapped around his waist.

He was kissing me again, harder this time, his hands tangling in my hair as he claimed my mouth. I could taste coffee on his lips, could smell that distinctive Alpha scent and something wild that made my inner wolf sing.

I was lost in the sensation, in the feel of his strong body pressed against mine, when a loud, violent sizzling sound erupted from behind him.

HISSSS—

The acrid smell of burning eggs hit my nose a second later, snapping me back to reality with jarring suddenness.

"Oh shit," I gasped, pulling back from Alex's kiss and pushing gently at his chest. "I think you should put me down. Weren't you making something?"

Alex groaned low in his throat, the gold in his eyes slowly fading back to amber as he rested his forehead against mine. For a moment he didn't move, just stood there breathing hard, clearly struggling to shift his focus away from me.

"Right," he muttered, reluctantly stepping back and lifting me down from the counter. "Breakfast. I was making breakfast."

I watched as he turned back to the stove, quickly moving the pan off the heat and scraping the now-blackened eggs into the trash. His movements were fluid and controlled despite what had just happened, every gesture precise and confident. Even dealing with burnt food, Alex Pike looked like he was in complete command of his domain.

"You actually cook?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, I wouldn't call myself a chef," Alex replied, already cracking fresh eggs into a bowl, "but I can manage a decent breakfast without burning down the apartment."

His tone was casual, but I could see the slight flush on his neck that meant he was still affected by our interrupted make-out session. The sight made me smile.

I moved closer to watch him work, fascinated by this domestic side of him. "It looks perfect to me."

Alex glanced over at me, and I caught that hint of a smile pulling at his lips. There was something incredibly attractive about seeing him like this - focused and competent in such an ordinary, human way. It was a side of him I'd never seen before, and it made my heart do funny little flips in my chest.

As I stood there watching him, taking in the way the morning light caught the damp strands of his dark brown hair, the white towel wrapped around his lean waist, the white apron tied over his bare chest, I realized I was staring. Openly staring at Alex Pike like some lovesick teenager.

"You know," I said, letting my voice drop to that teasing tone he'd used on me, "you have no idea how sexy you look right now, Alex..."

He paused in his egg-whisking, shooting me a look over his shoulder that was pure heat. "Is that so?"

I let my gaze travel deliberately over his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his back, the way the apron strings emphasized the lean line of his waist. "Oh yeah. Very sexy."

"I have to say," I continued, the words slipping out before I could stop them, "you'd make a great domestic Alpha..."

The second the words left my mouth, I felt my face flame red. Did I just say that out loud?

But Alex just laughed, a rich, warm sound that made my stomach flip. "Sounds more interesting than my current job, honestly. I'd be perfectly happy being a house Alpha..." He turned around to face me fully, his amber eyes soft with affection and that underlying possessiveness that never quite went away. "As long as it was for my Omega."