Page 3 of The Alpha's Envy
As he stares at me, his handsome features intense and his dark eyes filled with lust and desire, I melt. How did I get this lucky? It’s like someone created my ideal man, with his strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, and just dropped him in front of me.
Swallowing hard, trying to dampen the lust building within me, I wait, letting my eyes flutter closed. Finally done teasingme, Jonathan’s lips touch mine. At first, it’s tender, but when I part my lips and dart my tongue out to meet his, his hands move to my back, tugging me hard against his firm body as he intensifies our embrace.
I’m vaguely aware of a cheer going up around the ballroom, full of visiting alphas and lunas from all the packs in the region, as Jonathan swings me up into his arms and marches toward the exit.
“Poor Graham,” I hear someone whisper.
“Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.” Someone else sneers.
Ignoring the giggles from the crowd behind us, I loop my arms around my mate’s neck and kiss a path up the front of his throat, licking and nibbling his warm skin as I go. My fingers deftly open his collar and slide under the thin material so I can feel the warm skin of his chest, and I toss his bow tie somewhere behind me as I enjoy his muscled chest.
“Fuck,” he curses, stopping just outside the double doors and looking up and down the wide, elegant hallway. “Don’t do that, or we won’t make it to my room.”
Laughing, I torture him even more, thoroughly enjoying the chance to taste my mate and luxuriate in his scent. I scrape my nails along the back of his neck with one hand and make quick work of the buttons on his shirt with the other, growing more and more aroused with each extra inch of his chest that I expose.
My fingers itch to touch his tanned skin, hard flat pecs and the dusting of dark hair that runs down the centre of his torso. The heat radiating from him makes my insides twist and my panties damp. I want to lick him all over and roll around in his masculine scent.
Somehow, Jonathan manoeuvres us inside his enormous room without putting me down. Once the door is shut, he gently lowers me to my feet and steps back, looking sheepish despite the hunger in his eyes.
“How did I get so lucky?” he asks in wonder, and I grin back, feeling drunk with lust.
Shivering under his gaze, I stand still as his eyes drink their fill. I don’t miss how they snag on my tight nipples, visible beneath the delicate material of my dress.
Clenching his fists tightly at his sides, he remains fixed to the spot, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths. The air in the room is thick with our desire, and my core clenches tight, feeling empty and needy.
“We can take this slow. We don’t have to…” He flexes his fingers before balling them into fists again and looking to the ceiling as he struggles to remain in control.
It’s adorable, really, watching this big man battle with himself for control. Just the thought of completing the mating bond has robbed him of his voice. He’s overestimating his willpower, and mine, or underestimating the strength of our connection, if he thinks we can resist.
Or that I want to.
I appreciate the effort, but it’s unnecessary. I’m more than happy with who the fates have chosen for me. There is no doubt on my part.
“Look at me,” I demand, and Jonathan’s brown eyes find mine instantly. My heart skips a beat, and butterflies erupt in my belly. “I hate going slow. I hate overthinking things. I’m a woman of action. That’s one thing you’re going to learn fast.”
It’s so overwhelming, it makes me pause to catch my breath as I take another step away from him, allowing my hips to sway seductively as I move.
“Stay,” I command, giving him my best stern look while also curling my lips into a coy smile.
When he waits patiently, an amused smile on his face at my audacity, I know this is a good man. Nobody orders an alpha around, but he’s indulging me, enjoying the little power play.He’s used to being the boss in every situation. This can be his first taste of having to listen to someone else for a change.
And he deserves to be rewarded for his excellent behaviour.
“Good boy,” I whisper, and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline, his expression morphing from surprise, to amused, and then something heated as my words soak in.
“Godamnit, I should hate that but I don’t. I really, really don’t.”
With nothing more than two sweeps of my fingers along my shoulders, and a shimmy of my hips, my satin gown slides down my body to the floor, pooling around my feet. I stand before him in nothing more than a tiny thong and my heels.
“Do you like your prize?”
Jonathan swallows hard as he skims over every curve of my body with his scorching gaze.
“Fuck yes.”
Every muscle in his body is taut as he fights the demands of the wolf within. It makes me feel powerful and daring knowing I have such a hold over this handsome man.
I move forward, stepping out of the puddle of satin, and ease into his personal space. My nipples are inches from his chest, the heat radiating from him, pulling me closer to his body. I frown, pouting playfully up at him as I lean into him.
