Alexander’s fangs punched down, before he could shove that thought to the depths of hell. He didn’t fucking need him. He needed his bride.
He should go to her. Now.
Even so, Alexander didn’t move. He remained rooted to the spot, his mind focused on one thought.
Feed.
But judging by the look in the werewolf’s eyes, he’d sooner rip Alexander apart than let that happen. He didn’t want him here. Didn’t want him anywhere near his precious pack.
Too fucking bad,Alexander thought as he stepped out of the shadows.
“My move?” Alexander echoed as he stalked closer. He waited for the wolf to retreat. To flinch.
He didn’t. He held his ground, his fists curling at his sides.
Alexander wished he would fight. The anticipation alone sent a dark, delicious thrill humming through his blood.
“Yeah,” the werewolf said softly, not giving him the fight he craved. “The last time I saw you weren’t yourself. I have to be cautious. How do you feel?”
What?That was not the reaction he had expected.
“You don’t look like you’re still infected,” he continued, studying him. His eyes moved across Alexander’s face as if he expected to find something lurking there. After a moment, the tension visibly drained from the werewolf’s body. His shoulders loosened and dropped, the movement drawing Alexander’s gaze to the werewolf’s neck where a powerful pulse throbbed steadily beneath the skin.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he added, letting out a breathy laugh. “Fuck… I really didn’t think you were going to make it. That demon did a number on you.” He shook his head slowly, as if the memory still unsettled him. “It took everyone to put you down. And even then, it wasn’t easy. I never knew vampires were that strong.” His gaze flicked over Alexander again, thoughtful now. “Then again, you’re a born vampire… so I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. And you healed yourself too. That’s good. Really good. Means you’re back to full strength and…” the werewolf rambled on.
Alexander nodded, barely registering a word coming out of his mouth. His eyes had locked onto the werewolf’s neck. The steady beat of that pulse. The sound of blood rushing through veins.
The instinct to feed pounded through Alexander’s skull like a war drum, each heartbeat of the werewolf’s pulse echoing louder and louder in his ears.
His control was slipping. Fast.
He should leave.
He should find his bride and begin courting her the way he had planned.
Move, Alex,he told himself.
But his feet refused to obey.
A gust of wind rolled up from the lake, stirring the trees around them. Leaves rustled softly as the breeze swept past, carrying the werewolf’s scent straight into Alexander’s face.
It filled his lungs and all he could smell washim.
Before he knew it, Alexander grabbed the werewolf and yanked him close. His fangs sank into soft, warm skin. The most delicious blood flooded his mouth, rich and heady. And he wanted more…so much more. A groan tore out of his chest as he tightened his grip, pulling the werewolf flush against him.
The werewolf jerked, muscles tensing, but then he went still as if trying to understand what was happening. A beat later, a low moan slipped out of him, vibrating through Alexander’s body. Alexander dragged him closer, so close he could feel his heartbeat, thumping wildly against his chest and… his cock.
His very hard cock.
He should have been repulsed by it. Should have shoved the werewolf away and ended this but Alexander let out a moan as he sucked harder, hunger and desire mingling inside him. For a brief, terrifying moment, all he wanted was to lose himself completely. To devour him, to fuck him. The thought snapped him back just as he sensed something…no someone rushing towards them.
“Boaz!” a male voice shouted.