Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 18

He continued,” Do you really have it in you? Have you ever killed someone? Have you felt the life bleed out of them under your hands?”

A cold shiver ran up and down my spine.

He was scary as f**k when he wanted to be.

one turned into a disappointed sneer, “And now, you want to do it cowardly, while another

ed through

he rules of engagement. If I was going to win, I didn’t want to do it by sneaking up on m

is head.

back!

d over his shoulder at me as he pulled off his pants. He turned to face me, standing in only a pair of boxer shorts. My eyes glued to his chest and slowly made their way

ng, I got to my knees and moved to the edge of the bed. I wanted only one thing. “Come here.”

he room and stood in front of me.

fingers steadily along the curves and hard indentions of his chest.

sked huskily.

is amazing.” I spoke the truth. Whoever had done

s body to his abs. It was free, fluid with gentle curves. A combination of hard lines but also soft florals and swirls amidst dangerous embellished claws that looked more like art than paws. I was disappointed to realize the design disappeared down past his waistband where I could no longer see it.

rs weren’t quite big enough to contain him, and the head of his c**k poked up through the waistband, long and hard.

y lungs.

I was a werewolf. I’d seen ple

Tingles flowed through my fingertips, straight into my core.

oing?

I ha

to know the rest of the design, the complete picture.

to make my mouth work because the gravelly demand just slipped out, “Show me.”

n. He reached for the waistband of his boxers, opening them wide enou

beautiful, the perfect specimen of a male in every way. Long, with a wide girth and a thick tan, velvety head, the color matching the tones in his skin. My eyes traced the vein that ran along his length, inspecti

uch.

to inspect all of the details.

th his words, and I realized my lower position placed my head just about even with his c**k.

nee.

om my throat, “Turn around.”

thout hesitation, turning his body so that now I was about eye-to-eye with his a*s. Which I could readily admit was as cut as the rest of him, firm and rounded.

the left side of his thigh, butt, and back.

ar on her, but he was certainly making an effort to make it up to her now, letting her visually enjoy every aspect of him.

udy all of the little details, pictures, and nuances, my fingers continuing to trace and draw along the

y instruction, large hands finding my hips. He closed the small distance between us, his head coming down. His scent was even stronger, hicko

ed my head,

what you want.”

rtled me. What did I want?

ut…” I stuttered, my cheeks flaming with color.

up, adjusting his c**k as he did so. He sat at the edge of the bed. It dipped down with his weight. His tone was wry, “Okay. Change in plans.

going to need a shower.”

lushed even redder.

me and watch me take care of this.” He palmed his still bulging crotch. As if I wasn’t already acutely aware what he meant.

ope. No way. That wasn’t happening.

ked.

I ca

I’d heard him correctly. Apparently, we were both on a visual demonstration kick because he leaned and pulled out a f*****g leash from the nightstand to show me!

it, but wanted to have it on hand in case something like this came up.”

ook my head so hard, it almost hurt and sputtered, “No, absolutely not.”

e to show you exactly how I like to be stroked.” He rubbed along his crotch for another visual aid.

cker just out of his mind?!

s doing!