Page 48 of Alpha Ruined
She hopes he doesn’t notice that she has to shift her thighs together to alleviate some of the throbbing between her legs.
“You really don’t have to do that,” she insists as he pulls out his leather wallet, placing his card at the end of the table. “I can pay you back when we get back?—”
“You’re going to want for nothing,” he says simply, and leaves her no room to argue.
A tiny, secret part of her is flattered that hewantsto take care of her.
No one has wanted to do that before, but it’s not like she’s ever given them the opportunity.
Alphas have always been out of the question for her.
Whether it’s because she’s punishing herself or she’s just too terrified of intimacy, she doesn’t know.
She’s leaving at the end of the week, but she can enjoy the few moments of being cherished by Cole.
Even the ride back to her cabin is enjoyable. Cole’s charming, and his scent comforts her, even if he’s a bit intense and possessive.
She decides she’s allowed to enjoy this because it's temporary.
Bree can’t imagine a scenario where she dates him—she doesn’t even know how to date properly. She can’t imagine him sitting in her cramped apartment on her cheap cotton bedsheets and actually enjoying it.
He doesn’t belong in her world, and she doesn’t belong in his.
But in this strange in-between in Green Woods, they can belong together.
She catches him watching her while they’re at a red light.
“You have to stop with the staring thing,” she says.
“You’re the only thing in this world worth looking at. It’s your fault, not mine.”
She almost smiles.
They keep the conversation light, and she relaxes around him. The car fills with both their scents, and by the time they’re at her cabin, goosebumps pebble her skin.
She wants him, badly. Her nipples ache through her tank top, her cunt is wet, and he’s everything she’s only dared to fantasize about.
To hell with everything else. She wants to enjoy thesemoments before the dream ends and she’s back in Holden, writing articles for Carl.
She doesn’t protest when he opens the car door for her and takes her hand. Their fingers intertwine, and she sighs at the contact as electricity courses through her body.
He stops her at the door to the cabin, reaching into his pocket.
“Keys,” he says, pushing them into her hand. She looks up at him, his face mere inches from hers.
His expression is tender, his eyes bright and vulnerable.
She’s not frightened of him anymore—she justwantshim.
It’s time she takes what she wants.
She stands on her tiptoes and gently presses her lips to his.
He freezes.
For one horrible moment, she thinks she misjudged the situation. His body goes rigid, and she pulls away quickly, terrified that she did something wrong.
She can shrug it off as a polite goodnight kiss.