Page 43 of Ruthless Alpha Beast

I notice that the pillow that was once between us is somehow on the floor by my side of the bed.

I forgot about how toasty and unbelievably comfy it feels to be held by someone so much bigger than me.

Slowly, I begin to remove myself from beneath his arms.

But it’s like I’m a fly caught in a net. Lifting his forearms feels like lifting steel rods, and I tense my face as I struggle to escape.

Come on, Tara, you’re stronger than this.

I push again, attempting to raise at least one forearm so that I can slip beneath the other one, when suddenly he moves.

I don’t even realize what happened until Jasper’s hovering above me, my arms pinned above my head as he stares me down with his stormy eyes.

My chest rises and falls beneath him, and I begin to say something in my defense as my reflex tells me I’m about to be punished.

He doesn’t look angry, though. His expression says something else.

“I—” I murmur, gazing at his sun-lit chest. “Your injury, you shouldn’t... You’re going to get hurt.”

His eyes don’t leave mine, but they do flicker for a mini-second down to my rising chest. A spark shoots down my stomach.

“I’m better now,” he says.

Jasper is still staring, and my arms are still pinned down as though they’ve been chained.

A warmth seeps through between my legs.

That’s when I feel something else.

Pressing against my thigh is something both hard and long. Rock-hard, actually.

I swallow air. Then I gaze, involuntarily, at his peach-pink open lips.

Chapter 10 - Jasper

Only seconds ago, I was asleep. Now, I’m on top of her, fighting my deepest instincts. I’m not even sure how we got here, and I’d like to think the reason I have her pinned down like this, arms above her head, is because somewhere inside me I thought I was eliminating a threat.

Maybe I’m still in fight mode.

But my hard dick tells me otherwise.

I rake my gaze over Tara’s body, mapping the curve of her breasts beneath her tee. A sliver of her stomach is showing where her t-shirt has risen, and my wolf notices it, but I keep my eyes fixed on her face.

She looks flushed, her cheeks colored a light red, her hazel eyes wide, and her lips ever so slightly swollen.

I remember how she felt beneath me all that time ago, how the softness of her body yielded to me perfectly.

It would be so easy to touch her like that again, if I just lowered my hands or my face…

“How did you sleep?” She asks me, between breaths. Her chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate.

I worry that if I open my mouth, I’ll do more than just talk.

The taste of her still lingers on my tongue, as though it were only moments ago that I was exploring her body.

“I slept fine,” I say. “How about you?”

I can see by the way she’s looking at me that she’s holding something back. Or maybe I’m imagining it because fuck, I want her so badly.