Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
You should be taking it easy, not facing off against lycans! Another werewolf, maybe, but lycans?”
He paces back and forth in front of me, rubbing the back of his neck, his chest and shoulders still heaving. I lean forward and remove my shoes, setting them aside and sitting upright again. “I understand where you’re coming from and what you’re saying,” I say, undoing my braids, my fingers combing through the strands and shaking them out. “But it’s fine. I’m a lycan too.”
He pauses his pacing and raises a brow at me. “Your dad is an alpha?”
I inhale through my nose and rub my temples. “My father was an alpha, yes.” He stares at me, his eyes examining me in that heavy, heated, exposing way they always do.
“Does Wesley know?”
“Of course he knows.”
He nods. Then he shakes his head, furrowing his brows. “Even so, you shouldn’t have taken them on so soon after draining yourself.”
“Like I said, I need to train and build up my strength.”
“Yes. After you’ve healed. After you’re feeling better.”
“Oh, my fucking Goddess! I told you I am fine!” His brow lifts as I yawn at the end of my sentence, and I groan. “Whatever. Don’t worry. It won’t happen again!”
I throw his words from yesterday in his face and slump against the cushions once more, covering my eyes with my hands. My body trembles with suppressed aggravation and dejection, and I breathe through the distress racing through my veins.
He stands there, arms crossed, watching me as I hide myself from him. Through my fingers, I see his hands twitch and then grip his biceps, his jaw clenching for a second before he sighs and turns towards the entryway. “Good. I’ll let you rest, then.”
My arms fly up in frustration, my fingers curling like I’m squeezing his big dumb head in their grip before I drop them to my side.
“Why do you care so much?” I ask, jumping from the couch.
I don’t understand. I need answers. The back and forth, the mixed signals, the hot and cold—I can’t deal with it anymore. I need to know if this is all in my head. He’s too guarded and cryptic, and if this is how I get him to open up to me—by pushing him into it—then so be it.
Three steps. That’s all he takes towards the entry before he turns back around. His hands curl into fists at his sides, and his muscles bulge, his eyes boring into me.
“What?” he asks.
“Why do you care so much?” I repeat.
He doesn’t answer, but he continues to stare. Seconds pass, and my body heats with awareness under the smoldering intensity in his eyes and on his face, an intensity meant for me and only me. The heat burns through me, setting my blood alight with a fire of yearning. The flames lick and climb, crawling beneath my skin and urging me to give in.
Give in. Give in. Give in. The words pulse in time with my heart. The fire in my blood threatens to devour me if I don’t act on the desires awakened by this male I can’t seem to resist no matter how hard I try.
But I’m frozen in place, pinned to the floor by his eyes. Neither of us says a word, but I wet my lips as his throat bobs. His arm muscles ripple as he grips his fists tighter before rushing towards me, the intensity in his eyes deepening with every step.
And then I’m in his arms, his lips smashing down onto mine. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath or register his decision. His arm wraps around my waist, his fingers weave into my hair, and his mouth meets mine in a passionate kiss that fans the licking, leaping flames in my veins into a blazing inferno of desire.
The kiss is everything. It’s the moment right before the sun disappears for the night and the sky fills with stars. It’s the quiet in the early hours of the morning when the clouds are painted pink and the air is still. It’s the aftermath of a key change, when the accidentals settle and the music crests and crashes into the ending like the waves of the sea. It’s music, light, and life.
His arms hold me in an ironclad grip, and yet the way he embraces me is still tender, almost restrained. He envelops me in gentleness, cradling me to him like I’m a fragile flower, a delicate treasure. Like I need to be protected and cherished, but also as if he’s afraid I’ll bolt or disappear and leave him all alone forever.
Our lips twist and tangle, and I sigh into his mouth, relaxing further into his embrace, his arms tightening as I melt into him more and more, attempting to merge our bodies. I curl my fingers into his black shirt, as if that will anchor me, keep me from slipping further into the spiraling whirlpool we’re both already drowning in.
It doesn’t.
He nips at my lower lip, and I whimper, shuddering in his arms from the intensity of him and all that he is to me, all that I tried to prevent him from being but failed.
“Nolan…” My voice is barely a whisper as I murmur his name between kisses, tugging him closer to me by his shirt.
But his lips rip away from mine, and he stumbles back a step, unfolding me from his embrace while still keeping his hands on me, one on my hip and one on my neck, his thumb absently stroking my throat. Hazel eyes dart across my face; broad shoulders heave with every breath he takes, indecision and panic filling him with every second that passes.
“I’m sorry.” The hands I long for fly to the top of his head and scrub over his buzzed hair, his jaw ticking and clenching as he paces side to side. “I didn’t mean to… Fuck!” he grits out between his teeth, his hand almost clawing down his face to his jaw, like he’s trying to erase the last few moments between us, moments I never want either of us to forget.
He shakes his head and spins away, his feet dragging my heart across the entryway with each hurried, frantic, staggering step, steps that put way too much distance between our bodies. The front door draws nearer, his hand hovering over the knob.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I act without thinking—because he’s apparently also dense as fuck—closing that much too large distance in two long strides. I cup his face in my hands and yank him towards me, slamming my lips against his once more.
NOLAN
The last vestiges of my insecurities, my doubts, and my fears of once again being rejected and tossed aside vanish without a trace as Cassandra yanks me down, reaches up on her toes, and presses her lips to mine again. My hand falls from the doorknob, and I grip her waist, wrinkling my shirt on her body with the insistent digging of my fingers into her soft, pliant body.
“You’re infuriating, you know that?” she says, her lips brushing mine. Her eyes brighten with one of her signature smiles, the smiles I’ve come to long for, the smiles I want to stick in my back pocket for when I need a pick-me-up.
“I’m infuriating?” I ask, frowning at her, my nose tracing along her cheekbone, and she nods. “How so?”
“You’re so guarded and hard to read.”
Her hand glides across my face, her eyes tracking the movements. I kiss right next to her ear, keeping her body flush with mine, not letting her drift even a fraction of an inch away from me. She feels just as good in my arms as I thought she would, her body tucked into mine and shielded from the world. She fits right under my chin, and I have to duck my head and hunch my body to kiss her and keep her close. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“And what about you?” I ask, my lips twitching in amusement.
“Me?” she says with indignation.
“Yes, Daisy. You.” I shake my head and chuckle to myself. “You drive me up the wall.”
“Because you hate me?”
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