She-Alpha

Chapter Two

Sasha's POV

"What?" I blurted out, sure that I'd heard wrong.

Iris winced again, looking apologetic.

"I said you—" she started to say, but I cut her off.

"I heard you just fine. But why?" I said.

Iris began to explain, watching me carefully like I was a wild animal that might claw her face off at any moment.

"It's how shadowsroot works," she said. "If you feed it to him directly, like through food or whatever, it will kill him."

'I think I'd like to kill him.'

"However," she continued, "if you simply wish to make him suffer the effects of the p— erm, herb, without dying, then you have to take it, and then transfer it to him."

'She was totally about to say poison,' I thought giddily. Then her words resounded in my head.

"Wait, what?" I screeched, "I'm supposed to take the shadowsroot? But I'll get poisoned."

"Not if I make you the antidote," she replied with a smile. "You'll take it, then take the antidote immediately, and within the twenty hours it will take for the antidote to expel it from your body, you have to transfer it to Adrian Rider."

"So, like a virus, and I'm the carrier?" I asked.

"Exactly," Iris replied.

"Fine," I sighed. "Let's do this."

It wasn't like I had a better idea.

……

Sneaking into Adrian Rider's territory that night was laughably easy, and I made it all the way into their Alpha's bedroom without any of the guards there spotting me.

Huh. Someone was going to assassinate this guy one of these days.

Or maybe not, because he caught me as soon as I walked in. I had just closed the door when he slammed my back against it, one hand covering my mouth.

"Who—" he started to say, then paused in surprise. "Sasha Vance? What are you doing here?"

My response was a slow smile. He let go of me and stepped back, his gaze raking over my body. I unclasped my cloak and let it fall to the floor, and I watched his eyes turn dark with desire. I had made sure not to wear anything beneath my pale silk dress, and the thin fabric did nothing to hide the outline of my body. Slowly, my eyes fixed on his, I unbuttoned it and let it slide to the floor as well. Adrian gulped, his eyes roaming hungrily over me.

"I hear I'm supposed to marry you," I said. "Why don't we see if it's worth it?"

Walking up to him, I pressed my breasts against his bare chest and rose on my tiptoes, sliding my arms around his neck.

"Well?" I taunted, smirking.

His low groan is all the warning I got before his mouth crashed into mine. There's nothing slow or sweet about the way he kissed me. It was like being devoured, and I responded in kind, determined to stay in control. Our tongues battled feverishly, his hand cupping my nape to keep us close. He pushed closer until every inch of his hard body is pressed firmly against mine. Then he wrapped his free hand around my waist and dipped his head, running his lips along the side of my throat. He ground his hips against my mine, and I gasped into his mouth, an aching pulse going through my body.

He attacked the nook between my neck and shoulder with his teeth and tongue and mouth, causing heat to unfurl violently from my middle. Moans were exploding from my mouth as he increased the speed, his hot breath fanning against my skin. My legs threatened to give out, and I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs.

"I have wanted you ever since I saw you,"

he whispered against my lips.

I couldn't respond. I could barely think of responding, not with the heat that felt like it was going to set me on fire. Somehow, I hadn't worked this possibility into my plan.

The possibility of actually getting pleasure from this.

'Don't get carried away,' I chanted in my head. 'Don't you dare get carried away—"

That was easier said than done.

In no time at all, I had given in to Adrian's touch. I was boneless and whimpering by the time he took me to the large bed.

Then he dropped on top of me, his weight pressing me into the soft mattress, and as I writhed against him, his hand descended to his pants, undoing the zipper.

Soon after, there were only the sounds of our moans and the wet sounds of flesh on flesh as our bodies chased release together.

When I woke up the next morning, it was to a smug Adrian, watching me sleep like he had just been crowned king of Moonvale Empire. I lifted my eyebrow in a silent question, refusing to blush or get flustered like he clearly expected.

"Good morning, princess," he said, smiling this slow, lazy smile.

I rolled my eyes. The dude clearly thought that one night together automatically meant we were in that kind of relationship.

"You were more than I expected," he continued.

"Of course I was," I replied calmly.

I turned my back on him in a dismissive gesture, running my hand through my hair to get rid of any tangles.

'Could you hurry into that coma already?' I thought. Then I remembered. 'I shouldn't be here when it happens. If anybody else finds out I was here, it could make me a prime suspect.'

I was getting to my feet when I felt Adrian sliding his finger down my spine in a slow caress. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, and I inched away, turning to frown at him.

"I assume you don't want to get that hand chopped off?" I said.

"Come on," he said. "There's no way you came here for just one round. I can give you more of…" he gestured to his bare form, "... this."

I smiled at him, but didn't stop walking away.

'Oh, Adrian,' I thought, reaching for my cloak. 'You have no idea how much I've already gotten.'