Page 30 of Alpha Ruined
He doesn’t know how long he stands there, breathing her in while memorizing the cadence of her breath. He’s certain his heartbeat matches it in rhythm, though. She’s in his blood now.
Even her pulse rate belongs to him.
He eventually makes his way into the bathroom, rummaging through the medicine cabinet. He makes note of her brand of suppressants, and debates dumping them all down the drain.
He wants her mad with desire and desperate for his knot, and it would be much easier without those pills in the way.
But he puts them back, carefully setting the bottle exactly where he found it.
He’s notthatmuch of a monster.
He does make a note to change her brand, though. His girl doesn’t get generic anything, especially not medication.
Only the best for Breana, from now on.
He goes to the towel rack and finds her used and slightly damp towel.
She must have taken a shower before bed.
He only means to touch it, jealous of a piece of fabric that’s been on her most intimate parts, including her sweet cunt and beautiful, pert ass. His fingers run along the soft fabric until he pulls it from the rack and gathers it in his hands.
Her scent is on it, peach, lilies, and the slightest hint of bodywash, and it makes his mouth water.
He holds it to his nose and lets out a quiet groan as his cock twitches in his pants.
Moments later, the towel is in his mouth. He leans back against the bathroom wall andsucks, desperate to get any taste of her that was left behind in the fabric.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as he devours her scent, swallowing whatever moisture the towel is generous enough to give him. His knuckles turn white as he sinks his teeth into it, mimicking the mating bite he’s so desperate to give her.
Once he sucks the towel dry, he needs more. He hangs it back up the way he found it, but not before grabbing the washcloth on the counter.
His heart beats wildly in his chest as he heads back to her bedroom, studying her sleeping form as she turns onto her side, facing the desk.
He freezes, careful to remain silent until she settles again.
When her breathing evens out and she exhales in delicate huffs, he can’t help but move closer to her.
It’s a risk sitting at the desk chair just to have a better view of her face, but it’s worth it.
Her hair has fallen into her eyes, and her delicate mouth is still slightly opened.
The comforter and blankets have fallen past her navel, and she’s exposed from the waist up.
The white tank top she wears under her silk robe exposes the jut of her collarbone and the delicious, tempting sight of her mating gland.
Fuck.
His mouth waters, and he feels like a vampire—a creature of the night, desperate to sink his teeth into the beautiful woman he’s fixated on.
His darling girl, hismate,is before him, but he’s unable to do exactly what he wants to her.
He tears his eyes away from her form to pick up the notebook that’s on her desk. The moonlight gives him enough clarity to read her writings and his lip quirks.
She has an interview with the doctor that treated Erik at the prison at the end of the week.
How did she manage to make that happen? She’s a clever girl, his Omega.
Much smarter than she probably gives herself credit for.