Page 40 of Wanted

It struck me as odd when she asked for the prescription. I wasn’t the only one, as Dr. Drake gave me a curious look when she made the request.

“Dr. Drake asked me what my pills looked like.” She gives me a strange look of her own.

“I told him they were just regular white pills. Anyway, do you think once he gives me the prescription you can take me into town to fulfill it?”

“Yes,” I reply without thinking. “We’ll see once we have the test results back,” I correct. “Right now, it’s dinner time. Ms. Elsie and the rest of the pack have cooked up a feast, I’m sure,” I tell her.

Emery abruptly stops a few feet from the front door of my alpha’s home.

“Everyone?” Her eyes widen as they move from the door to me and back again.

“Yes.”

“I can’t go in there.” Her hands go to her head pushing back nonexistent stray hairs. “I’m a mess.”

I watch as she fixes the already perfectly styled bun. Her hands press the front of her shirt in an attempt to smooth out wrinkles that aren’t there.

Without a word, she turns back to head to my truck.

“Where are you going?”

She says something over her shoulder, but I can’t catch sight of her lips well enough to understand her answer.

So far, Emery hasn’t caught wind of my defect and I plan to keep it that way until we part ways.

My wolf growls in my head as soon as the thought passes my mind. He doesn’t like the idea of her leaving one bit.

I ignore him as I approach Emery. “What are you doing?”

She opens the back door of my truck and starts rummaging through her suitcase.

Instead of answering, she holds up a circle compact. As she opens the compact and looks in the mirror her shoulders slump.

“I look horrible.”

“You’re fucking stunning.”

I’m usually a man of few words. Action is always better than speaking, but reading those words coming off of Emery’s lips inspired me to refute them right here on the spot.

Nothing about this woman that could be deemed horrible.

I don’t even realize what I’ve said until Emery’s eyes widen and her lips part forming an ‘O’ as she stares at me.

Both my human and my wolf groan as I visualize sliding my cock in between those parted lips.

For almost a full minute, neither one of us says anything. On my end, I watch her, unconsciously, committing her perfect features to memory.

I admire her catlike eyes. The way they turn up at the corners. The button shape of her nose and her perfectly full lips. Her bottom lip is slightly larger than the top.

For an instant, the image of me sucking on her bottom lip as she begs me for more crowds my thoughts. My fucking wolf purrs like it’s a goddamn cat instead of a canine.

My throat reverberates when I watch her suck that lip in between her teeth. It takes a beat before I realize I’m growling. Out loud. Not just in my head.

It’s not my wolf.

Emery’s eyelids flutter, but then suddenly her eyes widen. She glances around me.

That’s when I turn toward the front door to see Ms. Elsie, standing at the open door. With the light shining on her combined with my wolf sight, despite the darkness of the night, I can tell she’s asking if we’re coming inside.