Page 42 of The Alpha's Protective Mate

If anything, I’m shocked.

I remember the feeling of her hot mouth against my neck, the arousal that burned my veins as a result.

“I spat it out.” Charlotte takes another step back, and I dimly realize that I’ve begun to cover the distance between us. “Sh—Shifter blood is very addictive. I’ve never tasted it before. I just removed the poison as much as I could…”

My wolf is pleased. I don’t know why. It’s prowling inside of me, unable to stop. I sense its burning desire.

Charlotte’s back is pressed against the counter now, and I can smell her fear. She has nothing to fear from me, but I guess she hasn’t realized it yet. I’m not capable of harming this vampire with the fierce eyes and soft heart.

“How did I taste?”

The wolf is at the forefront now.

My voice is low as I caress the side of her neck, my body pressing against hers so that she is effectively caged.

“Wh—What?” Charlotte is frozen in place.

“Did you like how I tasted?” I ask, watching a blush form on her neck where my fingers are touching.

“I…” Her eyes are growing unfocused. I lower my head, feeling my teeth sharpen.

“Yes?” I ask, slowly glancing back up at her.

As soon as her lips part, I graze the sharp edge of my teeth against the side of her neck, and she whines. It’s not a sound completely borne from terror or fear. I can smell her desire, thick in the air.

The little vampire isn’t immune to me.

That pleases me, and my tongue darts out, leaving a little lick on the side of her neck. I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to bite down. My whole body goes still in an attempt to regain control. But my wolf is pushing, adamant.

I’ve never seen it behave like this before. It’s trying to take over my body, to push its own will.

And it terrifies me.

I’m losing control.

Chapter 9

Charlotte Sanguinite

I usually pride myself on being quite level-headed.

I try not to get into situations that could be troublesome or dangerous. My self-preservation instincts are quite honed by now. However, it seems that whenever a certain wolf Alpha comes into the picture, I always make the wrong decision.

I never meant to go to dinner with him.

I never meant to get drunk around him.

And I certainly never meant to be standing here like this, in my kitchen, with him looming over me.

He’s not trying to threaten me. Whatever instinctual fear that passed through me when Robert opened this line of questioning has faded away into something darker, hungrier. His hands are on either side of me, caging me against the kitchen counter, his hard-muscled body pressing into my softer one. My nipples are painfully hard, and my breathing is ragged.

I can’t think with his mouth against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I should be scared, but each time I feel the edge of those dangerously sharp teeth, my panties grow wetter. He hasn’t done anything to me for my reaction to be this extreme, but his touch is addictive, even more so than the taste of his blood was.

I hear the marble of the counter crack behind me, and I’m jerked out of the haziness of my growing arousal.

“R-Robert?” I stammer, suddenly alarmed.

His voice is husky when he speaks a few seconds later. “I’m losing control. Charlotte…”

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