Page 42 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Delsanra

W alking away from the Coven and its people was surreal.

The power and threat of the man beside me had clearly been absolute.

No one wanted to be on the bad side of the Lycan King, that was clear.

For a moment, I wanted to see the man behind the terrifying reputation, the man Endora had wanted so dearly, the man who had ended up killing her; Rayhan’s uncle.

His words resonated in my head, and I still couldn’t believe they were true.

He loved me. He said he loved me. My man, my mate.

A man who could be as dangerous, protective, and terrifying as he was sweet, charming, and sexy.

Even when he told me he was going to undress to shift, he teased that if I wanted to keep looking, I was welcome to. He was perfect…

When I climbed on top of his back, clinging to his backpack, my arms wrapped around his neck. I was content, I was safe, I was home.

We had passed at least three towns before Rayhan decided to stop, realising I was about to fall asleep on his back.

We stopped before we got to the final town.

He had quickly gotten dressed and took the bag from me.

Offering me his hand, which I took with a racing heart, we walked into town together.

There we were in a hotel room together. He didn’t ask if I wanted a separate room, and I didn’t speak up either. I mean, I wanted to sleep in his arms again… but I also knew I wanted more…

After what happened, Dawson’s touch lingered, and I felt disgusted. Even after I showered for nearly an hour, the ghost of his touch was there no matter how much I scrubbed. Both his and Cheyne’s touches were there. I wanted Rayhan to remove them from me, but I couldn’t ask him that…

He had showered first before he had said he was popping out for some hot drinks and clothes after asking about food, which I declined.

We had shown up with blood on our clothes, and I was in just a jacket.

Luckily, the woman at the counter had been more mesmerised by Rayhan’s face than anything else.

One damn smile from him and she was rushing to do his bidding, looking all flustered.

I glared at the wall ahead in irritation, stupid women.

I stepped out of the shower, enveloped in steam, and wrapped a towel around me just as I heard the bedroom door shut faintly.

“Kitten?”

“C-coming!” I answered, wincing at how pitchy I sounded.

“You okay in there?”

“Yes!”

I could just picture the smirk on his face .

Great, what do I wear? The jacket was bloody, and I had just showered.

I looked in the mirror. My hair was trickling water down my neck; the marks that Dawson had left behind made me sick.

The towel barely covered my ass, but... Who cares?

I’m stepping out there . I wasn’t one to ever hide my body, not when it had been through so much, but I hadn’t missed the way he had looked away when he covered me with his jacket.

The way he gave me that respect and treated me as if I was something to cherish, but at the same time, I wanted him to look at me with that hunger he tried to hide.

My cheeks burned slightly as I opened the bathroom door. Well, hopefully he wouldn’t notice my blush and would put it down to the bath.

The delicious smell of coffee and cream hit my nose. I almost stopped in my tracks, but not because of the drinks. He was sitting on the bed, shirtless, as he opened the brown paper bag containing some sweet goodies that he had bought alongside the coffee.

Seriously... yes, I loved food, but… seeing him sitting there in those jogging pants that clung to the muscles in his legs…

He was wearing no shirt, showing off the tattoo on his arm, his six-pack that was absolutely lickable, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, and the way his muscles flexed with every move he made was enough to knock the breath from me.

Oh god…

My core throbbed, and I felt heat rush through me as I stood there, frozen. He turned his head towards me, the small tantalising smile vanishing from his face when his eyes fell on my body. They flashed green as they trailed over me slowly, swallowing hard.

My heart was thudding when his eyes met mine. They were stormy, serious, and full of a desire that I couldn’t deny. He stood up slowly, and I felt like my legs would give way as he closed the gap between us.

“Are you trying to destroy me, Kitten?” he whispered, his hands gripping my waist. His gaze dipped to my breasts as he pulled me against him, making me gasp softly.

“Not at all… I don’t have clean clothes, remember,” I said innocently, despite the way my body was reacting to him. I wanted him to tear that towel away and kiss me…

“I like you even more without,” he whispered huskily, backing me up against the wall near the bathroom door.

My breath hitched, my chest heaving. His eyes softened slightly as he caressed my neck.

I didn’t miss the anger radiating off him as he stared at it, but his touch remained tender, and a flicker of sadness washed through them.

“I want…” I closed my eyes, wishing I hadn’t spoken. I didn’t even know how I was going to word it. His fingers curled under my chin, and he tilted my head up, forcing me to open my eyes and meet his gaze.

“Use your words, Kitten.” I blushed as I glared at him defiantly.

“I want…” I exhaled sharply.

Just spit it out, Del.

“I want you to remove their touch from me,” I whispered, my voice coming out weaker than it was meant to.

I was about to regret my words when his lips met mine in a rough, passionate kiss, setting off such sizzling tingles that I moaned softly into his lips. The sweet minty taste of his mouth, the way his lips felt against mine, it made my mind go blank, save for the way I was feeling.

I gasped when he hoisted me up, pushing me against the wall.

I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, one hand tugging out the hair tie from his hair, wanting to feel his lush locks in my fingers.

His fingers tangled in my hair, his other hand stroking my back and ass, his fingers digging into my back slightly, leaving a trail of need in its wake.

He kissed me hungrily, passionately, and with deep possessiveness.

His lips dominated mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth as he kissed me faster, devouring me completely and leaving me breathless.

Gone was the sweetness of Rayhan’s usual touch, replaced by the possessive, powerful alpha that he was. It was different, yet I loved it.

A man who would dominate you, yet treat you like a princess at the same time was something any girl would die for. He licked my lips, sucking gently on my bottom lip where it was cracked, making me moan. I arched my back, pressing my damp bare core against his abs.

“Fuck, Kitten…” he growled, breaking away from my lips as he began trailing hungry, passionate kisses down my neck.

I melted into his touch, not caring that I was letting out erotic moans.

All I could focus on was the way he was licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of my neck.

The way it felt… replaced everything, and I just wanted more.

His breathing became ragged, and I knew he was doing his best to control himself.

His teeth grazed the most sensitive part of my neck, where a werewolf would mark his mate, and I could feel his struggle.

My heart was thundering; I didn’t know if I was ready for that.

He kissed my jaw, trying to regain control, and I pulled his head up, crashing my lips against his once more.

Pressing my entire body against him, my arms tightened around his neck.

A low guttural groan escaped his lips, wrapping his arm around me, his other hand running up my thigh and slipping under my towel as he grabbed my ass. A wanton moan escaped me as he walked us to the bed.

“Fuck,” I gasped. His fingers squeezed my ass, brushing close to where I wanted to feel his touch the most. He dropped me on the bed, leaning over me as he looked down at me, my towel covering me loosely. His eyes were questioning me, asking me for permission.

I wanted this… I tugged him down instead, kissing him in answer.

With one tug, he pulled the towel off me, throwing it aside, the cool air hitting my naked body despite the heat that radiated from him. He sat back, his eyes running over my bare frame.

I crossed my arms across my chest, my cheeks flushing, and waited for his reaction… The tent in his pants made my pussy clench, and if his knees weren’t between my thighs, I would have pressed my legs together.

Rayhan

My eyes ran over her body. There was something about her…

she was too fucking beautiful to be real.

Her skin almost glowed in the dim lighting of the room, her round, plump breasts that she covered with her dainty arm.

.. her narrow waist, her curved hips and…

I licked my lips when I looked at her pussy.

Smooth, plump lips that were picture-fucking-perfect.

I was never going to tire of this… of her…

I glanced up at her, and although I just wanted to push her legs open and eat her out, I knew I needed to go slow. I leaned up, kissing her lips softly.

“You’re beautiful…” I whispered, grabbing her arms and removing them from her breasts. My eyes flashed as I looked at her baby pink buds.

I grabbed her boobs, claiming her lips once again.

My thumbs rubbed her nipples, causing her to whimper.

I kissed her neck hungrily before I went lower, placing kisses along her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples, making her cry out.

The scent of her arousal surrounded me, and it was fucking divine.

I kissed her down her stomach, looking up at the mounds of her breasts, and placed feathery kisses along her belly.