Gone Wild (Wild Hearts Book 1) by Jesse H Reign

Author:Jesse H Reign [Reign, Jesse H]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2026-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

My alpha lies on the sofa naked. He looks like he’s been dropped from a great height. His head is lolling to the side, his mouth ajar, and one of his arms hangs off the sofa.

Bless him. Poor thing has been run ragged. He looks a mess, and he’s snoring softly. A gentle purr more than anything else. It’s like his voice, like the rest of him, sexy as fuck.

I know, I know. I didn’t think people could snore sexily either, but they can. They definitely can. Or Branson can anyway.

I let him sleep for ages. Hours. I watch his chest rise and fall, hypnotized by the motion. When he’s sleeping, he looks almost beautiful. Almost soft. Almost sculptural. Each feature is strong and hard, blurred at the edges, and a work of art in its own way.

I’m tempted to touch him. To run my hands through his hair or trace the ink on his arm. I don’t do it, though, because I’m not sure what it means that I’m looking at him like this when I’m sated.

And I’m not sure I like what I think it means.

No.

I shouldn’t look at him like this. The best thing would be for me to stop looking at him right now.

I wrench my eyes off him and fix them on the little bulge of uneven plaster above the fireplace. It’s painfully boring. So boring that my eyes roll in a big circle and find their way back to Branson.

Because I really don’t think I should spend any more time on his face, I let them settle on his cock. It’s soft now, and I think it might be the first time I’ve seen it soft. It’s still damn big, resting comfortably on his thigh, but I know enough about him now to know he’s a grower.

Goddamn, that thing grows.

It’s hard to believe it can grow any more than it already has, but I know it can. It definitely can because he hasn’t knotted me yet.

His knot will be massive, I’m sure of it. So thick that it will probably break my brain.

I’m not sure why the idea appeals so much, but it does. In fact, I can hardly think of anything else.

Just thinking about it makes me ache. It’s a deep ache. Low down. It feels like longing. Like loneliness in my body. In my soul. Sadness that I’m alone, even though Branson is sleeping right beside me. It’s a horrible feeling.

It’s sadness that I’m alone in my body, I guess.

I sit alone in my sadness until the now-familiar burn of heat ignites. I hold still as it travels up my legs, feeling the distinct shift as the wave crests and shoots up my spine. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out because Branson looks so peaceful when he sleeps.

He’s tired, and I want him to sleep for as long as he can.

I ride that wave out, and the next one. Heat hollows me out, hurting as it rises.

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