Page 25 of Alpha Claimed

She shrugged.

His wolf howled.

"Don't look at me like that. You're making it weird." She let her long hair fall over her face, covering it.

"I am? I'm sorry. Here, how about this?"

Apollo reached over, brushed the hair from her face, and kissed her. The sensation of his lips brushing against hers made his wolf jump around like a rabbit in a frying pan.

He only let a soft kiss last a moment before breaking away. "Your flirting worked."

River's eyes flooded with emotion, and then her scent grew spicy. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, and for a moment, he could do nothing more than breathe at the prospect that she was kissing him. But soon, his wolf caught up with him, and Apollo gripped her by the hair at the base of her neck and deepened the kiss. Her taste exploded on his tongue like an ice cream sundae.

River mewled like a kitten, and Apollo couldn't hold back the hungry growl that emanated from him.

He wanted her. Gods knew he wanted her. There on the ground. In the forest. Naked and beautiful and his.

He pressed River back with his body and covered her petite frame with his. Laying against her, his wolf flew into overdrive.

Mate. Omega. Mine. Take her. Bite her.

Apollo pushed his wolf's thoughts from his head. He settled his hips on hers and reveled in the curvy softness of her body.

Apollo kissed down the side of her neck, tasting every centimeter of her skin. He wanted to know everything about her. Every inch. Every dimple. Every curve. Everything. He wanted to memorize her with his mouth as well as every other part of his body.

He kissed down over her shirt to her belly and lifted the hem so he could swirl his tongue on her skin.

River bucked against him and raked her fingers through his hair. The stimulation to his scalp made him go hard in his jeans. He wanted her so much.

Apollo took his time swirling his tongue over her abdomen, and then a thought stopped him dead.

Had she slept with Ares?

"What?" She looked down at him.

Shit! He said that out loud.

"Uh…" He swallowed hard, willing himself not to ask. Thoughts of Ares having River pinned against the wall. In a luxury bed in that stupid penthouse hotel room. In the hot tub on the roof bombarded him.

"Did you have sex with Ares?" he finally asked.

River stared at him, and her eyes widened.

"I understand if you did, but I just need to know. Have you been with him already?"

River's features morphed, and her eyes flashed. She pushed Apollo off and sat up.

"I am here, with you, kissing you, and you want to know what Ares and I did?"

Guilt made his wolf's tail droop. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked, but-"

"But what?" she growled. Her eyes flashed a beautiful Omega gold, and the stare she gave him would have withered lesser Lycans.

Apollo sighed and looked out over the canyon. Thoughts swirled and jumbled as he fought for the right words.

"River, did you feel it when we first met? When you touched me for the first time in the hallway right before Ares, and I got into a fight? Did you feel like you'd found your other half, your missing piece?"

River chewed the inside of her cheek. "Yeah."