Page 68 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

It was quick. Seconds and she was calling out his name, taking him over the edge along with her.

"Jackson..." Layla moaned.

His name on her lips was like a symphony to his ears. He held himself inside her as deep as he could go while he rode out the waves. He'd never felt anything so intense, not even the first time with Layla. As he coated her walls, marking her inside, he felt like he was melding himself to her, melding himself to her very soul.

This was dangerous territory, but he couldn't bring himself to care, not when she held onto him like that. Not when she looked so satiated, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over. Not when she looked at him as if he was a freaking god.

The door burst open, breaking the moment.

"Alpha, we have a—"

He couldn't help himself. He didn't know if it came from him or Cain, but something inside him didn't want another man to see Layla like this. She was his.

He turned his head and growled in warning. One more step, and he would have his Beta's head.

"Sorry," Dylan said, leaving as quickly as he had come in.

It was only after the door closed that he turned back to the woman he was still deep inside of.

And she was no longer looking at him as if he'd put the stars in the sky.

Chapter 36

She hadn’t imagined that.

Just that morning, she thought about wolves and how she’d imagined seeing one during the storm. The sound she’d heard had sounded very much like a growl.

She had felt it vibrate through her body.

It had come from Jackson; she was sure of it. Something flashed in his eyes when he turned back to her, something cold and dark. Something evil.

And there she was with her legs still wrapped around him.

She pushed him away quickly and hopped down from the table.

“What’s wrong?” Jackson asked.

Was he serious? Who growled at people like that? It sounded so... real. So terrifying. Not human. It had raised the hair on the back of her neck and her arms, and her instincts had told her she was in danger. She never ignored her instincts.

Maybe she was overthinking things because of all the weird things she’d heard and seen, but... She had to get out of this room. Put some distance between them so she could think.

“Nothing,” she lied.

She pulled her t-shirt lower to hide her bare bottom as she rushed to pick up her jeans. She could still feel Jackson. She could feel the slight tremors in her body after what she had just done with him. She was sure she’d made the first move this time despite telling herself she would never touch him again. Jackson hadn’t had to do anything for her to feel that insatiable hunger for him.

But that was the last thing on her mind now. She’d just fucked a man who growled like an animal.

“I’ll have a word with Dylan about just barging in without knocking,” Jackson said. “I’m sorry about that.”

From the corner of her eyes, she saw him tuck himself back in and adjust his clothes while she struggled to pull her jeans back on.

“It’s fine,” she lied again.

“Then why are you being like this? Did I hurt you?”

That growl had been loud, and he was just going to act like it hadn’t happened?

“Stop it, Jackson. This place is weird enough already without you playing with my head.”

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