Elena’s POV:
I had no choice but to scoot as far as possible from the window, sliding over to the opposite end of the seat just to keep so distance from the annoyingly smug alpha who, according to the moon goddess, was sohow my mate. Him? Really? What was she thinking?!
I focused my gaze out the window, watching my entire life—my ho, my pack, my family—slowly disappear as we drove further away.
But then there was movent on the seat beside . Curiosity won out, so I glanced over... and nearly stopped breathing.
Kane had moved closer. Like, way closer. That infuriatingly handso face, with that perfectly ssy hair and those piercing eyes, was now only inches away. My heart lurched, and my body decided it was ti for a complete betrayal, hormones kicking into overdrive. His hand landed gently on my thigh, and I swear, it was like his touch set off an electric pulse through my entire body.
I tried to protest, but the words got tangled in my throat. He silenced with a single finger to my lips, his eyes dark and intense, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to . My breath hitched, my mind turning to a foggy ss of... want. His thumb started tracing tiny circles on my thigh, each touch sending waves of heat pooling between my legs. Good lord, he’s barely doing anything and I’m lting.
I could feel his hand inching upwards, his thumb skimming just a little higher each ti, driving completely insane. My heart was racing, and my entire body was practically begging him to keep going, to find that place that was aching for him, ready to give in completely. He leaned in, his breath warm against my neck, whispering in a low, husky voice, "You have no idea what you’re doing to , Elena. Your scent... it’s driving crazy."
Well, welco to the club, buddy, I thought, practically on fire from his touch.
He placed a small, lingering kiss on my neck, and I almost lost it right then. His fingers finally reached where I was desperate for his touch, brushing against the very center of my need. My eyes fluttered closed, and I was about two seconds away from letting out the most embarrassing moan of my life when he whispered, in a tone that was equal parts amusent and hunger, "So fucking wet..."
I bit my lip, my entire body ready for him, aching for him to—
"Little mate..." he growled softly, his voice like a dark promise, "...if you don’t stop right now, I swear I’ll do sothing you might not want... though it sure seems like you need it."
Wait. What?
My eyes flew open, only to realize that I was... asleep? Or had I been dreaming? Sohow, my head had found its way onto his shoulder, and my arms were wrapped around him like he was so kind of oversized, shirtless, incredibly hot teddy bear.
Oh. My. God.
Horrified, I practically jumped away from him, scooting to the farthest edge of the seat as if he’d burned . "Did I just...?" My voice was barely a squeak, a mortified whisper. Did I just SLEEP on his shoulder like so lovesick rom-com heroine?!
Kane raised an eyebrow, that damned smirk on his face making him look even more amused than usual. He didn’t say anything, just watched , like he knew exactly what I’d been dreaming about. Oh, great. Fantastic. The universe really did hate .
"Ugh, don’t flatter yourself," I muttered, crossing my arms and huffing as if that would sohow erase the entire embarrassing episode. I looked away, cheeks burning, trying to shake off the lingering effects of... whatever that was.
Inside, I was screaming at myself. Get it together, Elena! This is NOT happening. This alpha jerk will not reduce you to a lovesick puppy, hormones or no hormones. I stole a quick glance at him, only to see him still watching with that infuriating smirk, as if he was completely aware of my internal crisis.
Ugh. This stupid mate bond. If he kept being an obnoxious, annoying, stupidly sexy jerk... I was going to lose my mind. I needed to have a serious talk with myself this will just not do. He needs to get his egocentric in order and I need two... no maybe three now, to get over his over bearing self and a lot of change in his attitude for him to get a piece of
Kane’s POV:
As we headed back to my pack, Elena imdiately scooted to the far side of the seat, putting as much distance as possible between us. It was as if she thought I’d devour her right here in the car... which, to be fair, wasn’t entirely inaccurate. Just not here. When I did take her, I wanted space, ti, and no interruptions, because every inch of her was going to be mine.
It didn’t take long before I noticed her head starting to droop. The exhaustion had finally caught up with her; after all, my little runaway was feisty but still human. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, which was baffling considering she usually drove right to the edge of insanity. Even in sleep, though, she was stunning, with her soft breathing and that relaxed, innocent look.
The window clearly wasn’t comfortable enough for her because, after a bit of shifting, she ended up scooting toward , her head resting on my shoulder, arms wrapped around like I was so oversized teddy bear. I couldn’t help the smug grin tugging at my lips. Yeah, this was much better.
With her so close, her scent filled the air—sweet and maddening, stirring up every primal urge I had. My mind wandered, and I pictured her under , skin against skin, breathless and begging as I claid her entirely. It wasn’t just so passing thought either; it was vivid, like I could actually feel her nails digging into my back as she whispered my na.
And then, to my shock, I actually heard her moan. For a second, I thought I was imagining it, but then she did it again, a soft, breathy sound that drove every last bit of restraint out the window. My little mate was dreaming about sothing, and it sure as hell wasn’t innocent. Goddess, was she trying to test my limits?
I leaned closer, my mouth right near her ear, unable to resist. In a low, almost growling whisper, I said, "Little mate... if you don’t stop right now, I swear I’ll do sothing you might not want... though it sure seems like you need it."
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at in shock, as if she’d been jolted awake by electricity. Realizing how close we were, she practically launched herself to the other side of the seat, blushing furiously. Her arousal was thick in the air, practically pulsing between us, and she looked absolutely mortified as she t my gaze.
"Having a nice dream, were we?" I asked, voice dripping with amusent. The look on her face was priceless—equal parts embarrassnt and desire, and I knew she was just as affected as I was.
Her face went an even deeper shade of red as she stamred sothing incoherent, and all I could think was how much fun it was going to be to watch her squirm, knowing she’d been dreaming about ... dreaming about things we both knew she’d pretend she didn’t want.
Oh, yes. This was going to be one interesting ride.
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