Page 16 of Alpha Hunt

And then it happens…

The scent of her arousal hits me like a sledgehammer. My wolf rumbles to the surface, instincts roaring to life as that intoxicating aroma surrounds me.

What the fuck are you doing, Alpen?

She strains against my grip, trying and failing to break free as my body betrays me, growing hard against her.

“What…?” Casey freezes, feeling the unmistakable evidence of my desire pressing into her inner thigh. Her eyes go wide, lips parting on a shuddering breath. For a heartbeat, her control slips, desire flaring bright and hot – I can read it in her mind. I sense the need within her even before I feel her body’s response to me. Nipples harden against my chest, and she gives the tiniest of shivers.

And then the walls slam back into place, fortified by stubborn denial.

“Get off!” she hisses, trying to wedge a knee into me. It would be brutal if it hit home, considering my current “condition.”

Fuck! Get your damn head out of your ass, man!

I push myself upright, tamping down my own raging lust. There’s no point arguing – she’ll never admit what I saw so clearly reflected in her thoughts. We’re standing, facing off once again, although this time, there’s a different kind of tension. And I thank God that the shorts I’m wearing are loose-fitting because my cock feels like it wants to burst out of them. Thankfully, the undershorts I put on are snug enough to keep my shaft firmly pressed against my body, or there’d be no hiding it. Still, when her eyes dip down for an instant, I know what’s on her mind, and it doesn’t take any kind of psychic powers to get that right.

She knows I want her.

And somehow, that doesn’t bother me. Because I know she wants me, too. I meet her eye shamelessly when she looks up again. A flare of pink colors her cheeks.

“Looks like someone’s met her match.” It’s Tarkin. He’s not bothering to hide his obvious delight at what just went down. “Bet you’ll be feeling that for a while, huh, Stone?”

She doesn’t answer him. She’s staring at me, her expression unreadable. I’m pretty sure mine is the same. But my mind is racing as I try to make sense of this.

“Good session,” she says, her voice husky. There’s a glitter to her eye that’s almost feverish. “You…uh…fight well.”

I’m generally not one for talking, but in this moment, I know I have to say something. “I—”

The gym doors burst open, shattering the tension before I can formulate a response…

“Gage! I need Gage!” Savannah cries out. Her arms are clasped around her waist, and the front of her bright yellow sundress is soaking wet.

Fuck.

Chapter 7

Casey

I rush out of the sparring ring, my match with Edirn instantly forgotten as I hurry to Savannah. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wild with panic. She clutches at her rounded belly, her sundress damp. There’s no doubt in my mind that her water has broken.

“Gage,” she gasps out, her words tumbling over each other in her haste. “Where’s Gage? I need him!”

“He’s out on patrol with Jagger,” I tell her, trying to keep my voice calm and reassuring. “What’s going on, Sav?” It’s a stupid question; it’s pretty obvious what’s going on.

“The babies,” she pants, doubling over as a contraction hits. “I thought it was just Braxton Hicks, you know, false labor. But they’re getting stronger, closer together. I think… I think this is it. The babies are coming!”

Shit!

I put my arm around her as her knees buckle. Her knuckles are white as she clings to my arm, fingers biting into my flesh.

“I need Gage!” she chokes out as she manages to get her breath back. I look around us.

Callum catches my eye and nods. “I’ll see if I can get him,” he says before hastily making his way out of the gym. It’s not going to be enough. Gage could be anywhere right now.

“Do you think you can make it to the clinic, Savvie? Can you walk?”

Her answer comes out as an agonized wail as she doubles over again. “Fuuuck!” she half-yells.

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