he obliged, pulling away to his knees, his thigh still pressed between my legs. While his shirt came off, revealing his beautiful, scarred body, I threw my own aside, revealing I hadn’t bothered to put on a bra. I hadn’t been expecting to hang out with anyone tonight after getting back.
Moving to the side, he yanked my sweatpants off. His eyes went black, and the growl that came from him was that of a satisfied man.
I hadn’t worn any underwear, either.
Reaching out, I tugged on his shorts, telling him they needed to go as well. When his eyes met mine, they were full of hot passion, even if they were one solid color.
The shorts flew across the room, and he was back between my legs in record time. He worshiped my body in kisses—my neck, my breasts, my stomach. He wedged himself between my legs and blew my mind with each stroke of his tongue and the dexterous way he used his fingers.
I was panting by the time he came back up. The smart man gently grabbed my jaw and turned my head, protecting himself from my fangs as I moaned and screamed my way through that first orgasm. He buried his face in my hair and pushed in slowly.
There was no talking—not a single word, including each other’s names. We spoke through the sighs and moans we made as our worlds merged into only each other. The fire in my veins fueled me to go on for ages. His lust for me, something I hadn’t realized was strong, fueled him to match me. That second orgasm was like a bomb going off.
The strong muscles of his back were memorized by my fingers, more specifically, my nails. The curves of my body were memorized by his hands and mouth. We played with each other’s bodies for hours, long past the rising of the sun.
By the time Raphael carried me back to my room, I felt less hollow. I was still exhausted, but I felt infinitely better. And when he put me in the bed, completely wrung out of every bit of energy I had?
He joined me.
32
Chapter Thirty-Two
One week later
I jumped out of my BMW and left it parked at the sidewalk to go into the small coffee shop, finding the person I was looking for immediately. He and I didn’t meet in his territory, that was my rule. I tried to avoid Pack business and structures because they could be a violent bunch, and I never wanted to get dragged into it.
“How is he?” I asked immediately.
“Aren’t you going to sit down and order a coffee?” Wagner asked, frowning at me.
“No, I just want to know how he is. I’m feeling a little invested in him, and for a week now, you’ve been avoiding my calls or telling me you were too busy. Now I have several things to do in one day. Tell me how Wesley is doing.” I didn’t have time for him to flex and show up the way Alphas loved to do. He had strung me along for a week, refusing to give me news.
He sighed. “Sit. It’s…drawing attention for you to just stand there. You stand out. You should dye your hair.”
“You don’t think I dye it white?” I sat down slowly, knowing he was right.
“I would be able to smell the bleach, and you can’t get the color you have unnaturally. Not well, at least.” Wagner gave me a hard stare. “Now, order a drink. You know better than to make a scene, Kaliya.”
“Just tell me what I want to know, and this conversation would already be over.”
He growled softly. “You realize everyone here still knows I’m the Phoenix Alpha, right? My identity isn’t a secret like yours. The public was already scared of us, and now you want me to talk about Wesley, who exposed our entire Last Change problem to the world.”
“Wagner.” I put a lot of warning in those words. “I don’t care about your PR problems.”
“He’s…not fine, but not worse, either,” Wagner finally said, throwing his hands in the air. There was something amusing about frustrated Alphas who didn’t get their way. “He’s unable to control himself. We’re giving him time to see if he can bring himself back down.”
“The compulsion spell might still be driving him to find me,” I said softly. “Have you called Monica?”
He growled, this time a little louder than necessary.
“She’s going to charge me. I’m not in the mood to give more money to the