The Alpha’s White Wolf

Chapter 1 ~ s. 11

His hands travel slowly over my body, lingering in places I never realized I wanted him to touch.

Places Stormy has been waiting for someone to claim.

“I want you to be mine.”

The words escape Stormy’s lips before I even have time to understand what she’s saying.

Then his lips crash against mine.

A wave of hunger tears through me, stealing every sensible thought from my mind. My entire body reacts to him before I can stop it.

And then—

One second later, I feel the strongest pull.

My body is lifted effortlessly and thrown onto the bed.

How the hell did he do that so easily?!

“I’ll buy you new ones tomorrow.”

His deep, dark voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

“What? Buy new what?”

His eyes hold mine.

They’re the most beautiful—and most dangerously dominant—eyes I’ve ever seen.

His hands close around my legs, and the sheer size of them makes my breath catch. One of his hands could probably wrap around both of my legs.

A playful smile curves across his mouth.

Then his fingers hook into the fabric of my panties.

SKRRRRR.

The sound makes my eyes widen.

HE RIPPED MY PANTIES OFF.

“What the f**k?!”

My legs instinctively snap together, but his laugh is low and completely unbothered.

How did he just rip them off like they were nothing?

Stormy is practically screaming inside my head.

Finally.

Finally, this man is showing her exactly what she’s been craving.

My heart pounds against my ribs.

“Good.”

His voice drops lower.

“I should have ripped them off yesterday.”

Heat rushes through my entire body.

I pray he can’t see just how badly my body is reacting to him.

I don’t understand what’s happening to me.

I shouldn’t want this.

I shouldn’t be this affected by him.

And yet—

My eyes slowly travel over the wall of muscle standing in front of me.

God.

He is so f*****g hot.

“Do you always rip off every pair of panties that gets in your way?”

A quiet laugh escapes him.

“No.”

His eyes darken as they meet mine.

“There’s only one particular woman I want to rip them off.”

My face burns instantly.

Before I can think of a response, his massive body lowers slowly toward the floor.

His hands wrap around my ankles, warm fingers closing firmly around my skin.

My breath catches.

What is this insanely handsome man about to do?

He looks up at me.

And the playful expression is gone.

There’s something darker in his eyes now.

Something hungry.

A gentle pull draws me closer to him, until there is almost no space left between us.

His ocean-blue eyes hold mine.

And suddenly, I understand exactly what they’re saying.

One word.

Hunger.

My pulse races as his gaze moves over me, slow and deliberate, as though he has all the time in the world.

And for the first time, I wonder if Stormy has been right all along.

Maybe this is exactly the kind of danger she’s been waiting for.