Alpha Wolf (The Westervelt Wolves Book 5) by Royce Rebecca

Author:Royce, Rebecca [Royce, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Published: 2011-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

SCARLETT wanted him. She was sure about it. For the first time in her life, she was going to give into what her body wanted and not be terrified of the consequences.

She wasn’t sure what made her feel so brave.

Maybe it was thinking Michael was dead when Todd carried him in. Maybe it had reminded her how short life could be. Maybe it had been the way he had eaten her food like he’d loved every bite. Maybe it was the way his woodsy sent made shivers go up and down her back. Maybe it was just Michael being Michael.

As her mate moved his hands beneath her shirt she decided not to question it.

She didn’t need to undress him because he was already naked under the covers, which meant all she needed to do was get the covers off him. She tugged them down, exposing his chest and the upper part of his abdomen to her perusal.

Michael’s skin seemed to dance beneath her fingers. Wherever she touched it, she could feel goose bumps pop out. She loved running her hands over his chest and from the way he made growling noises in his throat, she was certain he enjoyed it too.

He kissed like he lived his life, with intensity. Most of the men she’d had the unfortunate luck to be intimate with, were all tongue and no concentration. It was always a dirty, nasty business. A combination of bad breath and lack of interest.

But Michael was sweet. He smelled delicious and when his tongue played in and out of her mouth in a joyful tangle with hers, she was happy to let it go on forever.

He hadn’t shaved since she’d met him and the slight growth of dark whiskers on the deep planes of his face dug sensuously into her skin. There was something so masculine about it.

Pulling back, she squeezed both his cheeks in her hands. He raised an eyebrow and she smiled.

“Can you keep your whiskers like this?”

He smiled, a broad tooth-filled grin. “I’m sorry. If I don’t shave, I’ll have a beard and if I do shave, it doesn’t stay like this. But I can try to shave say once every three days, which will give you this level of growth twice a week.”

“Thank you.”

It was, she had discovered, just easier to thank Michael for all the wonderful things he did. He was going to do those things and there was no arguing with him. If she suggested he shave at his discretion, he would still do it once every three days. Just to please her.

His swift hands unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off her, discarding it somewhere on the floor. It was one of three shirts she owned and usually she was meticulous about keeping it clean. Right now, she didn’t care.

Scarlett knew her breasts were small. She had eyes, and even if she’d been clueless, she’d heard it enough. Waiting for the laughter she’d received in the past, she was stunned when Michael’s eyes got big instead.

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