Chapter Nine
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She is absolutely stunning. A knockout, my little human mate. I have never experienced a more incredible human! She has looks, curves, height AND wit with humor. I am feeling less anxious every second I am around her. Less anxious about pack duties and about whether or not she will accept me. She wears her emotions on her sleeve. I have been around her less than an hour, but I have seen a wide range of emotions cross her face. Sure, she will be shocked, but she feels the bond strongly. I’ve felt her desire for me several times. Even when she wasn’t with me.
My jaw near dropped when I helped her out of the car. Her black short skirt showed off her sexy legs, but perfectly balanced provocation with a long sleeve tan shirt and knee high boots. Her thumbs had holes in her sleeves, but I was still able to feel enough skin for the electric shocks running up and down my arms.
She seemed enthused and impressed with the pack house, which she is under the impression is a lodge. It’s lodge styled and funded by our pack with all our various members being coaches for winter sports, trainers, lodge and slope workers and our various investments over the years. As the Beta, I am afforded a decent salary and very comfortable living quarters at the pack house. I’m glad she is impressed. It hopefully will help later when I explain this to her.
Taking her jacket for her, her scent wafted around me. I fight the sudden urge to take her on this table by standing completely still as she appears to be loosing her grip, leaning in with her red painted lips. Oh s**t, what that mouth would look like on certain parts of my body.
No—this is serious, lust later.
As gently as I can, I stroke her face to pull her out of her haze. I smell her arousal and I feel it in her emotions. Yea, she would have toreally hate both of us to deny being my mate.
“Oh my God! I did it again! I promise I don’t ever come on this strong. You haven’t even bought me a drink yet.” She jokes. I laugh because I know it’s not her fault and I feel her slight embarrassment. She doesn’t cross me as a desperate woman. No, she wouldn’t have to come on strong at all for men to flock to her.
I lean back in the booth, struggling to keep my desire for her down as she can barely tolerate her own. “What’s your first drink of the night? Orrr maybe I can guess it?” I ask.
She rewards my flirtation with a flirtatious grin of her own. “Oh this is a serious test. Better not fail.” She leans on her elbows and interlocks her fingers. A challenge.
“Wait. What do I get if I win?” I lift an eyebrow.
“You’ll see.” She presses her tongue between her teeth.
Damn.
“And if I lose? I need to know what’s at stake here.” I chuckle.
She leans across the small table and gets so close to my mouth with hers as she breaths, “The risk. Isn’t that the fun part?” Her breath is light and warm against my mouth, but we don’t touch. She smiles the most sexy smile as she sits back in her seat and matches my casual sitting position.
She just gained the upper hand and damn do I want her to have it!
“If you don’t mind me saying, you are INCREDIBLY sexy.” I tell her. She smirks in a confident knowing way as I clear my throat fighting the an animalistic urges I’ve never felt before. My wolf wanted to rip free and bolt or push me to insanity with lust. I adjust my pants, as they were tighter in the groin area than ever before.
“Give me….your best guess.” She paused after “give Me” letting a wanting feeling explode in my imagination.
“Ok. I’m going to need just one minute.” I lean forward and feign squinting my eyes in concentration as I bring my pointer fingers together. She remains reclined in her seat with the same flirtatious smirk on her face but she squints her eyes back at me.
“Not wine. I’m going to saaaaay, vodka cranberry.”
She tsks at me, “What a safe bet! I’m disappointed.” She says jokingly.
“Was I right about the wine?” I laugh
“Yes, but if you would like to order me a drink, I’ll take a gin and tonic with a lime twist.” She winks. She sits forward and leans her arm across the table with her palm offered to me.
“Your reward for being close.” She wiggles her fingers, prompting me to slide my fingertips up her palm to her wrist. Instant hot warm that feels like sparks of flames are at every contact point. It’s so comforting and arousing, I want to know what her bare skinned body would feel like on mine.
“Mmm, I don’t deserve it but thank you.” I say.
“Do you feel anything? Touching me?” She whispers.
“More than you know.” I look at her. Before we get into that, I want to get to know a little more about her. Like her last name and where she hails from, maybe.
“I’ll be right back.” I get up and turn with my back to her about to head to the bar to get our drinks, saddened by the lack of her touch for even just a second.
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