Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Aaah!
I’m on my feet, his hands are under my sweater—oh, wait, it’s over my head now, and I’m suddenly standing in just my bra and jeans. Not quite naked, but why do I feel I’m as good as, with the way his golden eyes are devouring every exposed inch of my body?
“Magnifique.”
I...I...I have no words. I can only whimper yet again, with how hot, oh, how incredibly hot it sounds, every time Hexius Mercier speaks in his native language.
He lays me down on the bed with tortuous—yes, tortuous!—gentleness. It’s as if he knows the way he’s taking his time is just making me more and more nervous and restless and just plain out of my mind with breathless, excruciating need.
I’m already desperately biting back sobs before his fingers dip under my jeans, my body helplessly and shamelessly writhing under the powerful weight of his body. And when his fingers finally find the most sensitive part of me—
Oh no.
No.
Oh no.
All it takes are a few strokes.
Just his fingers brushing over my lace-covered fleshed.
His thumb extending pressure over my secret flesh.
“Hexius!”
And then I start seeing stars, my body buckling against his, and his name tumbling past my lips in a broken cry of surrender.
Oh, this feeling is...indescribable.
“Laisse-toi aller...”
I have no idea what he’s just said. All I know is that makes me sob out, and my body shake even harder as another wave of pleasure consumes me from within.
I can’t think. Can’t speak. I can only sob and tremble in the circle of his arm as this incredible storm of ecstasy sweeps me far, far away...until I’m boneless and dazed, and I feel like an eternity has passed before I slowly back down into consciousness.
When the haze of pleasure fades, it’s to find myself under his piercing, all-seeing gaze—
“This time, I won’t ask you.”
And I realize for the first time in my life—
“You will marry me, Samira.”
—what it means to have an alpha in one’s life.
“You are to be my wife and mate. No one else’s but mine.”
Chapter Six
“S-SIT HERE, PLEASE.”
Hexius paused at the entrance to his own office, golden eyes taking in the sight of Samira standing behind his massive glass desk. She wore nothing but one of his white dress shirts, the fabric swallowing her small frame while somehow managing to make her look even more tempting than when she’d been half-naked in his arms. The shirt hung just low enough to tease him with glimpses of her bare thighs, and the way it gaped slightly at the collar revealed the creamy rise of her breasts.
She gestured awkwardly toward the leather chair positioned across from where she stood, which was his usual seat for intimidating business rivals and pack challengers.
How surprisingly tactical of her, to ensure they would commence negotiations as equals. He approved of it, too, but of course now was not the time to let her know this. Later perhaps, when they were done negotiating.
But for now, it was nothing personal.
An alpha always negotiated to win, for his pack’s good.
Hexius deliberately moved at human pace as he settled into the chair. It was Deception 101 to lull humans into a false sense of relaxation, and unfortunately for both of them, the trick still worked. Once they were married, he would make sure she understood not to fall for the same trap. But for now?
The more vulnerable she was, the better.
“I’ll go first.”
She paused as if thinking he’d argue, but he simply waited, and the silence stretched between them until her nervousness became almost palpable.
“So, um...” She cleared her throat, the sound sharp in the quiet office. “Could you tell me how you presently feel about Brandy?”
Hexius leaned back against his chair, studying her face. Did she realize how she had said the other woman’s name as if the syllables burned her tongue?
“I’m responsible for her as she will always be a part of our pack.”
“Do you still love her?”
The way she stumbled over the words, her voice catching slightly on ‘love’...was something he had to ignore, as he would with anything that could soften his stance or impair his judgment.
“Why do you ask this?” His tone remained perfectly even. “As alpha, I’m expected to lead by example, and I do not intend to dishonor my vows when we marry.”
“I haven’t said yes.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Are we even negotiating?” A helpless smile touched her lips as she said this, and he inhaled deeply to repress the lust that immediately flared. So many things she did affected him, and he didn’t like it.
“That you’ll be my wife and mate? Non. But the concessions you desire me to consider because of our marriage? Oui. It is open to negotiation.”
“I don’t actually have any concessions I want to ask—”
“You do not wish to know if I would allow you to work?”
“I have a feeling the thought of stopping me from working didn’t even cross your mind.”