Iris
I was dumbfounded as I watched the alpha's gaze consume me. My hand was still extended, and he touched my fingers, tracing them from thumb to index finger before raising them to the light. I felt a surge of electricity as he studied the lines on my palm.
His touch was gentle and sensual, and his fingers moved slowly and deliberately as if memorizing every curve and crease. What was he doing? This was strange but in a good way.
He didn't say anything; just stared at my hand like it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.
His gaze flickered up to mine, and we locked eyes for a brief moment. My fears subsided as I spent more time with him. I could tell he wanted to ask me something, but he kept stopping himself, leaving me wondering what was going on in his head.
He dropped
